"You bring me down." Well PRD, so do you to me. It's a long story. A weird story. A shaky story. I woke up ill today. (of course) I went to my first class. (barely surviving) I traveled around and grabbed me much needed information. (tic toc) I planned on going straight home. (hmm) I watched him walk past. (unaware) I watched him walk to class. (quietly) I called for him. (slightly loud) He turned. I explained I wasn't going to class. He continued to curse me out. I continued to defend myself. He got slightly angry. (Why he can't seem to go to class by himself, I do not know.) Finally, after offering to walk him to class, he suggested that we go get something to eat. [What?] I had no money, he said he'd pay, and off we went. "This is why you shouldn't smoke in your car, it smells." Perkins. Why? I don't know. Why did he want to get something to eat? (Maybe because he was hungry?) Well sure. but still. he doesn't like to pay for things that. he can get for. FREE! He did though. "You can have only the chicken soup." I tried, but it wasn't the least bit appetizing. Disgusting. I wish I had a picture of it. A momento. We talked a bit. He apparently ran into SEB. hmmm? she didn't call and mention that to me. We haven't talked in a long time. i haven't been feeling up to it really. But tonight I will definitely need to call her and see. what all was said. between her and my PRD. Imagining him flirting with her makes me sick. Sick I say. Anyways. We talked about nothing. He called me an asshole like usual. I call him a stud. Etc. Etc. It was pretty uneventful. The less I feel, the more he seems to mind. Or at least come around. I can't wait until this semester is over, just because of SHIT like this. Go fuck your girlfriend buddy! let my heart go. Anyways. I'm still sick. feeling worse now. congested. (TOMACH TURNING) Loca's mouth is better. (The cat) I think I'll go now and do nothing. Nothing. Nothing. And some more. of nothing. "I need a bottle damn it!" DFN.