So hay look I found some innuendo: Batman.

I know it meant something different back then, but they just keep saying it!

Oh man, three days now not being able to talk. ;___;
Last Thursday Breezy's totally SPECTACULAR friend and her boyfriend tied her shoelaces together as a joke. Breezy fell down once, laughed, DIDN'T untie them, and went charging up the bleachers after the two of them, and of course fell down again. She thought she'd just bruised her shin, but the river of blood that became apparent later in class said otherwise (ruined her pantleg and sock, stained her shoe). The gash is two inches long and about an inch deep, which is really deep for something right on the shinbone. The bone is bruised but it was too late for stitches to do any good, and no matter what we do she's gonna have a scar for her stupidity.
She gets scared at the doctor's but dad specifically told me I wasn't allowed to come, because we all know I catch every disease known to man and the hospital is not a place to be unless I have to be there. Apparently it doesn't matter if I go or not, though, because now I'm sick as all hell even though dad and Breezy (aside from her leg, which she's happy about because it gets her out of P.E.) are fine. So somehow they brought me home a nice lovely disease, or else I was already incubating something I got at school.
Either way, I'm learning the "point-and-grunt" language without being capable of the "grunt" part. Family too impatient to wait for me to write things down. I do a lot of clapping to get their attention. Ah, well. Learning the value of silence :/
I was thinking it was strep because I seem to get that at least once a year, but this total loss of voice is new--maybe Laryngitis? Hard to breathe and harder to swallow, very painful. Moderate fever, nothing too high. Very little nausea, though, so I doubt it's the piggy sniffles. And of course the joints are acting up, all jumping on the bandwagon and such. :(
I have this great body that waits until AFTER the very last day I could've gone to the health center to fail spectacularly. Dad's finally had enough (is it weird to feel like he's mad at me for getting sick? Or at least impatient about my inability to talk?) and we're going to Samuel Dixon Health clinic today--it's not a free clinic but SCV wanted a $200 deposit just to look at me (Dad said: "Man, I could buy a hooker and a meal for that." LOL) and Dixon's only going to charge $45 total. Augh! Still so much money!!

Who else is sick as all hell? I know it's going around . . .

**edit: Ah, so, the doctor ordered an EKG b/c of the combo of symptoms, and now suddenly I have to go to the hospital. Fluid in the sack around my heart? Uwaaa? So we're getting Breezy out of school and then driving down to Olive View. So much money!!


By the way EKGs freak me right the fuck out. o___O

Oh . . . my . . .

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I wonder if you can guess what song is stuck in my head?

I haven't slept at all. It's now 6:33 in the morning. I spent most of yesterday and all of last night/this morning studying, finishing homework, studying, and studying some more. Then I took my online midterm, while it was all fresh, hoping to do better than I have been doing in this class (HIST102 GO).

What did I get? I don't even want to say. Augh. 58%. I have no idea why I'm suddenly so retarded, except I guess because it's so much material all at once and . . . well, that's probably it. I overestimated my abilities taking this condensed course so that I could graduate RIGHT NOW this semester, and I screwed myself and my 4.0 and I'm just going to go curl up in a ball and cry for awhile now.

Wakfu, probably the most amazing thing I've ever seen animated with adobe.






I don't understand any of it.