Oh the fever...

I'm sweating.
But I'm cold.

Ahhhh.

I hate being sick.

I feel like a peice of poo.

But less smelly.

And less brown.

It's been four days since we last saw each other and like a million years since we talked on the phone because SOMEONE is busy being talented and performing in West Side Story every day for the next week.

And I know I'm being stupid and it's not that long but I miss him.

Merg.

Stars concert/Indie Awards sooooon.

I'm excited, because I love Kirby and I love MK and I love Patrick and I love Sca and I don't really love Paul, but he has nice hair.

And we are all going and being cool at the Docks.

* is so coo *

But right now, all I have to say is...
Damn you ovaries for releasing your eggs.

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Winter came back with a vengance.

NO MORE EXAMS HUZZAH.

Science was supremely easy, and now I can murder it without any guilt. Because it has no friends.

So, March first I'm going to see Stars with Kirby and Allan and Zak and Paul and possibly Patrick.
Yay.

Then also in March I'm going to Mexico =).
First time on a planeee.
How sad is that?

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I'm a ball of stress and chapped lips.