fyi: this entire entry is me whining. just warning you beforehand. sickness could not come at a worse time for me. so i went to the doctor this morning. bronchitis is back! i am now on a breathing machine thing, and 4 other meds. go me. i cannot go to school for the next 2 days. i get to sit at home with my dad and while he plays zuma and goes out to his lunch appointments, i get to write papers and watch things like you've got mail. maybe i can catch up on shahrukh? nah too much to effing do. and its the worst time. because this was the time for me to finally see jordan and now its ruined. everyone gets to have fun and do stuff with her and im sick. its not fair. i am now crying. because of that. and everyone gets to see each other in school and talk to each other and all i get to do is sit here. and they get to laugh and talk and joke around and i wish i was there. oh well. ill eat my microwave pizza at home. and watch...thats right...you've got mail. and maybe one fine day? and everything is due. i cant work like this. i cant do it and im not gonna get my diploma. my IB diploma that is. too much stuff and not nearly enough time. still crying. and shelby and i are gonna fail psychology. go us. and now i need to go write my history thing. thank you to christina for stopping in. i need to let all these tears out. right now. if i dont get to have fun with jordan i will cry. more than i already am. damn flowers. and tom hanks. nish