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Mar. 5th, 2009

new journal.

So the other journal that I have I never use. Ever. So I decided, thanks to Matt, to make another one for personal use. I was thinking a week or so ago that I needed a journal to write in, but I didn't have an actual journal, so I just ignored it. So why not use an online one, right?! Ah ha!
But yeah. New journal. Going to try and update it, but I'll probably end up forgetting about it or something stupid like that.
On to an actual entry:

I can't swallow, cough, laugh, or move a certain way because of my throat. I haven't been to practice in two days and we are going to Indianapolis on Saturday morning for a regional and I'm afraid that I'll be behind and ruin everything. But I just feel horrible. I've been taking this nasty tasting dayquil off brand stuff, but it's helping a bit. I don't want to go to school tomorrow because of this whole thing. I just want to got o sleep for like two weeks and wake up and be better. Unsick. Whatever you want to call it. But at least I only have to take my Forensics final. I'll probably fail it, but whatever. I get to sleep in. And it's a half day.

But all I know about this being sick thing is: if I don't get to see Johnny tomorrow before I leave for Indinapolis, I'm going to kill myself. Not literally. But if I don't see him tomorrow, I won't see him until Monday, which will mean it will be almost a full week without seeing him. I hate not seeing him for a day. The only time I've gone a week without seeing him was band camp, and that was murder. I don't care if I'm sick. I'll wear a face mask or something.

On a better note! Seventeenth birthday Monday! w00t! But I probably won't do anything. I never do. But it's still a birthday. A holiday in my book. xD Ask anyone that's known my from eighth grade on. My birthday is every day for like two months after that. haha. Jokingly, of course.
I'm outie. (like a bellybutton)

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