Friday, November 19, 2004

   Skipping
I didn't go to school today. I woke up at twelve something this morning and puked all over my bed. It was pretty gross. I kept throwing up all through the night, until about three, when I fell asleep in my mom's bed. She's a RN (registered nurse) and works at the hospital, so she was taking care of me. I'm only allowed to drink water and only allowed to eat bread and soup. It sucks because my stepsister's box of candy is sitting right on the counter and I just want to reach out and-
*looks around*
Oh...kay. I'm not going to eat any because I don't want to get sick again. My mom said the reason I got sick was probably the aspirin I took. I had a headache, so I took some and then my headache went away, but my stomach started hurting. I went to bed anyway, and now this happened. Bleck. Anyway, I'm all better now, except for feeling kinda weak in the whole body. Uhm...so that's what happened. Doesn't it suck? Atleast I'm okay now.

I'm almost finished with the Cowboy Bebop DVD. I have fallen throughly in love with Yoko Kanno and The Seatbelts. What they did with this soundtrack is absolutely breathtaking. I'm obsessed with the song she did, Green Bird. There's a midi on The Otaku, so go check it out. It is, of course, under the music section in Cowboy Bebop. I'm on the 21st episode, by the way. My brother and I stayed up way late last night watching it together. He loves it too. Ohh, Gren is so sexshy!!! Why did he have to die? Why, oh why, couldn't he have lived? But they only inferred that he died. I'm sensing fanfic material here.... *wiggles eyebrows* Actually, I don't know how to wiggle my eyebrows. I can raise them in surprise, arch them for a sarcastic comment, and make them happy if I'm feeling euphoric. But alas, I cannot wiggle them. Same with my ears. I can't move my ears at all. *sigh* Ah, talents. So anyway, I think I'm probably done for today.

Oh yeah. My stepbrother Robert's birthday is in two days. Whoopee! He's only two weeks older than me. He's in the same grade, but he doesn't go to an arts school because frankly he's not talented or open-minded enough to go to my school. I mean, we have like three, four gay teachers and probably some lesbian ones too. We have druggies and everything. Ah, but we love our school. Even if it is in the middle of the ghetto. Yeah, it's my favorite place. If I could, I would probably live there, in the Creative Writing room because we have carpets AND couches AND chairs, unlike other classrooms. Not to mention the computers that have Internet access. ^_^ C'est la vie!!! Vivre is our new verb in French that we're supposed to memorize. Uhm...yeah. Well, I'm going to go now. Love ya, and have a great day. ^_^

PS: Stay away from aspirin.
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