Tuesday Morning 8:00am My alarm didn't go off this morning. I woke up like 10 minutes til the bus came. I think I'm slightly mad at my phone (alarm). I was perfectly fine staying in bed, skipping or going to class late. But then I remembered I had a test. Curse my Resa who reminded me. I mean...thank her... Threw everything in my backpack and went to school to get..ready for school. I ate jello for breakfast during the test. I had studied a wee bit the other day, but mainly I B.S.ed it all. And now I'm sitting here and someone in my next class asks who's doing todays presentation. CRAP. That would be me. And I look like this. And then I remembered I just ate some very..colorful candy a few minutes ago and my tongue is now abnormally pink. So I gave my unprepared presentation to the class in my PJ's and abnormal tongue. After all that I ask myself....what else could go wrong today?...That was the wrong question. Now the assignment is in the ONE book that I did NOT bring. Since I'm in the B.S.ing mood I should do some more assignments. :D Note the time 10:26am. Like two hours of straight B.S. I am the Queen of B.S. today. Ask me anything! OOooo! A cookie in my pocket! I'm not kidding! __________________________________________________________ My mouth feels like it has paper cuts all over it. I bit my cheek when it was numb after surgery. I'm biting my tongue randomly. And that one side of my mouth is like a huge canker. And the side I pulled the stitch out of kinda hurts still. So between my tongue, cheeks and gums, I'm kinda swollen and in pain. Eating isn't supposed to get -harder-. It's been two weeks and pain won't go away. Is that normal? Wait, on second thought. Don't answer that. I don't want to know. Looking at my past journal entries. Why didn't anyone tell me I couldn't spell?