Saturday, 9:24 a.m.   I Got Up. I think the MooShoo we ate last night had chicken in it. Not eggs. Because if it had eggs, then Katherine would be sick too. And she's not. And also I swear those weren't in it the other times I had moo shoo and I guess it could be either because I have issues digesting eggs, but I -swear- they weren't in it the other times I had moo shoo. Oh I really dislike vomiting. I really dislike camping out by the porcelain throne and trying to hold back my hair. On the bright side, it was projectile vomit which would be funny if it weren't so disgusting. I just want to kick myself and say "come on body, just digest the damn stuff, it's not bad for you" but I doubt I could kick myself and my body wouldn't listen anyway. mouthwash is my best friend today. ----------------- 11:50 p.m. I talked to Mike today, he and Scott don't get along, it's because of me, it's horrible. I can stay mad at mike as long as I want but I can't stay mad at scott for more than two seconds before I just want to hug him and tell him im sorry I was angry, please be okay, that poor boy, what does he see in me. What do any of them see in me. When I look at him I see a beautiful boy who is a geek and knows all to do with computers and I see love in his deep blue eyes and I hope he sees the love reflected back. I think he does. I remember how distressed I was when he was out of town in march, he was gone and I couldn't talk to him and no one said, "Sweet dreams, (})" on msn to me those nights he was gone and I didn't know how much I'd miss it until he was gone and then he came back and he acted like he wasn't interested in me really anymore and it drove me crazy trying to tell him that I was still interested, what did I do this time? But if I were watching this as a movie I would still be scared at this point, even though I know that later on, everything works out okay. I don't know how it ends yet. Hopefully happily.