I should just take my nightnight cough medicine and go to bed.
I need another good crash.

I don't feel like waking up and going to a 9:15 class, but I get out at 11:30 tomorrow. That's nice. I should read over some stories so I can do critiques in an orderly fashion tonight/tomorrow, but I'm just so sick. I'm going to cough all over my papers and get ( Read more... )

I had a dream that I was a cheerleader for Huntingdon, but we wore blue and white like my high school and sweaters because it was cold. But I had to run everywhere with my pompoms and Ross was like "Omg, is that Sheridan? She looks so hot." It was gross ( Read more... )

The water lapped at her freshly pedicured toes, kissing them gently in the early morning light. She let her head roll back as she began to walk towards the water, the sand sinking underneath her feet. She brought her head forward and smiled at the sun just peeking over the horizon. She smiled at the new beginning she felt in the water, in the sand ( Read more... )

The room was bright and sterile. The aluminum blinds clattered against the window as the air conditioning hummed in a far corner. The dripping of the IV and the beeping of the heart monitor seemed to echo in the small, single room. A twin bed with a dull, faded pink blanket was against the left wall, and underneath the blanket was a small figure. A ( Read more... )

Except for this very moment because I'm taking a snack break to shutdown my pancreas. Butt-Nutter sammich for me. Bananas, peanut butter, and marshmellow sandwich all on white bread. Three layers. Fail. Diabetic fail.


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Fez is dead. He is no more. He died.
My baby died.

I don't know why.
Probably because he was from Walmart.
Shall we take a trip down memory lane?
Shall we?
Let's shall...

( Fez the pishy )

My ears are doing this weird thing where the skin is like... Peeling off of them on the left one. Ugh. So weird, so gross. But I like picking at the scab that keeps forming there. It itches so I pick it. I like it, but sometimes it bleeds. Ouch. Unenjoyz...

Tonight= Kool-Aid Party. This is the second one, and I was invited to the first one, but I ( Read more... )

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and not ready to go back to school.

Imagining being in that tiny room with limited floor space makes me want to cringe. And then not having my own bathroom! Ugh. I never felt like one of those girls that would complain about having a community bathroom, but after spending about half an hour in a jacuzzi tub I think I'm reconsidering.

Damn having a ( Read more... )

I've been up since this morning cleaning. Listening to my iPod helps.
Oh, Alfred, I do appreciate you.
(Why yes, I name inanimate objects)...
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I'm listening to Britney, and it's so enjoyz. "Touch of My Hand" from In the Zone. One of my favorite BRITBRIT CDs. I'm not gonna lie, I enjoy Britney Spears. I'm a slaaaaaaaaaaave for youuuuu. UNH! Yes, ( Read more... )