I have the flu and ear ache with a possibility of glandular fever. Since Sunday I've simply felt miserable. I was supposed to start my new school on Tuesday but, thanks to this stupid stupid illness, I get to be the girl who starts school late. I get to be the girl who walks into classes weeks after everyone else while people stare.
I always seem to be that girl. =(
Its just something I can never get on top of. I can be fine for weeks on end and then my immune system crashes and my endometriosis plays up and all my little sickness problems rush and me and take over.
I want a fucking holiday all by myself.
I was disappointed the other day when I was watching Notting Hill and I couldn't remember some of the quotes.
Not remembering makes me want to watch it over again until I get it right.
I'm more sick than well.
I hate being severely restricted from doing day-to-day things and I especially hate being told that I'm unable to work more than 5 hours a week. =P
I have yet to find someone who has had as many operations as me. =P
Anyway enough of the pointless babble I'm being kicked off once again, dammit.
I can't even get online for 5 minutes...
Painting.
Something I haven’t done since I left school in November.
I'm rusty and because I'm rusty I tell myself that I was never any good to begin with and so my work ends up looking like custard.
I'm going away. I have a new cell phone number that only one or two know, so reaching me will be very difficult.
It will just be me, remains of some vodka and a sleep out.
I've always dreamed of owning Monet's waterlily painting.