new journal: sellout_

Happy Birthday to me.

God damn this new year. I am so sick it is not funny. No food in over 24 hours. I just now started to drink. I've been throwing up out of every hole in my body. My throat hurts from the acid. I gag up nothing but gas. I have a 100.2 temperature (which is a lot because I am usually at 97). This is the first time I have really sat up. I haven't ( Read more... )

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I am in California and you are not.

Text OR call me. I got a new phone and I kick ass. Picture phone, too. Leave your email address and I will send you something!

9312473847.

Yes, I'm still grounded. Blows, eh? I miss you all!

Five days.

Sorry I haven't been around. Grounded. Damn.

I love you, Kelly. 14 days.

Dude, the past two days have been pretty decent! My newspaper advisor has been giving me a lot of crap about how the front page looks "mediocre" and stuff and how she wants to pull the greatness out of me.

Thursday
I don't know about all that, but Thursday I had to eat first lunch (with Jarrod!) because the school's art teacher was coming to talk ( Read more... )