ENOUGH

I hate blogspot. Truly truly. It frustrates me to no end.
I'll be switching sites as soon as I find one.

Gr.

I finally picked out my cloud

Bleh. Need to print a paper. And probably fix it when it decids to tranfer all jumbled and whatnot.

ZOMG. It's parents nighttt I hate when that happens. They just sit there blaming us because their children suck. Never have I come across denser children...

Nachos grande last night. Taste really good, but I'm still in pain from them =( I let frank eat the left over cheese and meat, he had a good time with that. He was orignally taking one chunk at a time of the dresser then I decided he was likely to knock stuff over so now its on the floor.


What am I doing...
Ha. Prinitng a paper. RIght, I should go do that.

. . . .

Anyy second now.

My downloads are slow. It's sad. I'm trying to reaquire my music.

Sing us a song ♥

My paper is... somewhat coming along. It's a page so far. But it'll be longer once I add an opening and a closing paragraph, and elaborate on the others.
Someday I' gonna be famous on teh interwebs. Just wait and see, it'll happen! =P


Maybe if I'm famous enough, people will give me money...I love money. I desperately need money. I miss my money =( Yeahdeeyeah.

My left ankle is NOT weak. It can't beee.
Sure, I endlessly suck with balance and turning, but..it shouldn't be weak. So all my efforts are in vain and I'm destined to be weak and progressless.

I really really miss my mp3 player. So much wonderful music. . .Gone..gone gone..........

"Just how sick are dogs?"

Sick. Horribly so. I can't stand up, and lack the strength for even opening a bottle of pills. I had a fever of 104.2. Right now it's down to 102.something. My legs ache so badly, all the way up through my hips. Yes, I'm miserable.

BlogThingsss

You Are Bare Feet

You are a true free spirit, and you can't be tied down. Even wearing shoes can be a little too constraining for you at times! You are very comfortable in your own skin. You are one of the most real people around. You don't have anything to hide. Open and accepting, you are willing to discuss or entertain almost any topic. You are a very tolerant person. You are accepting and not judgmental. You should live: Somewhere warm You should work: At your own business, where you can set the rules

What Kind of Shoe Are You?

You Are Cilantro

The bad news is that there are some people who can't stand you. The good news is that most people love you more than anything else in the world. You are distinct, unusual, fresh, and very controversial. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

What Spice Are You?

Come with me. ..

Totally over yesterday. Albeit, I did have a reaaalllyyy creepy dream last night...But it's over with. Moving on. Taking Lexapro. lawl.

That stuff is ridiculously useless. The only change it's made is that I'm worse than originally when I don't take it. Damn it all...

I slept til nearly noon today. W00!!!

Not much to say really.. I should be doing JCC work... But I'm sleeeeppyyyy . . . . . . . . . . . .
Meh.

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I apologize for that^ outburst.
I swear it'll never happen again.
I admit, I may have melted a little this morning but whatever.

I have cough. It's annoying.

Mi madre must be insane. She was in here telling me how rude I was to ignore the cards. She claims she gave them to me and I tossed them up on the monitor. . . No. Didn't happen. I don't even haven't the vaguest recollection of the idea of the incident.

Rehearsal was okay. Towards the end the flourescent lghting was starting to take over my brain and I got all shivery and sweaty but other than that, decent.

Ther ewas no comp class...yayyy All we had to do was turn in our papers. Simple enough.

I'm am sooo happy that Fiddler is almost over. It's just been a boring show with boring people. Well, a few people are okay. But the major majority...no.

I didn't stretch today. I'll likely do so before bed. I wonder if it's too late to take bath..I need it..