Think of me! I wake up with the randomest of songs in my head.
erm...
Last night was...yeah. crappy.
I got sick around the vetrens assembly you know.
yaddi yaddi.
I never made it to either of the parties. I didn't want to go because everytime I got up I had to run to the bathroom. gahhhh.
Around 8 mum came home and...sorta took care of me. She forced me to take my pill and drink herbal tea. gross. Then malcolm called and said he was coming over. I told him he'll have to see me all gross-like. I guess he didn't care because he came over anyways.
we watched highschool musical. I barfed in the middle of it and missed my favorite part. whatever. After that I he put his arm around me and I went to sleep.
I thought it was perfectly appropriate because I was sick. perfectly fine, really.
I walked him to the door and he gave me a big hug. yum.
I told him I was sorry he had to see me like this. He said he didn't see a difference.
Does that mean I look equally gross all the time? yikes bites.
Tonight Is the jon schmidt concert. I told mum I would go if I had to bring a barf bag. I am going! I love him...
Then I'm going to the stake dance.
oh yeah, I work too.
whatever.
mum wants to take me back to Dr. Callister. man oh man.
I didn't get any medicine in me because I kept throwing it up.
I always get sick when I take this stuff.
It's gonna be okay.
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