Oh horrid lips

My mom let me stay home today. Main reason being that I'm really depressed and had a horrible morning. The car windows wouldn't unfog, I ran into and knocked over the trash can, I was latelatelate to school. My lips also happen to be a disgusting wasteland of heavilly applied chapstick, pussy blisters, and red chapped and dried skin. Not to mention they are swollen to Angelina Jolie size, throbbing, and I can't even open my mouth all the way. I can gain some temporary relief by taking drinks of water and letting my lips getting soaked by the water. It's difficult drinking, water always runs all over my face, and it only provides relief for about 1 minute. My mom thinks it's the dry weather that's done it. I don't know. My lips are so unbelievably sensitive that one slight variation in their care can lead to a disaster. In short, I hate you lips. I don't know how they'll handle Scotland. Bastards. As punishment for staying home today, I get to clean my room. Plus I will probably end up going to 5th period because I will die by wrath of Mrs. Brug if I don't. I also still get to go to work and study group and do tons of homework. Not to mention how terribly difficult it's going to be to go to school tomorrow. I'm a pessimist for today. The only thing I feel like doing is watching Degrassi and Desperate Housewives, neither of which are on. So this is how I'm going to spend my day: watching bad TV and "shopping" on Delias.com. Ughhhdaddle
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