There is this absoloutely fabulous illness incubating in my throat right now.
I'm sick. I NEVER get sick. How could this happen? This was supposed to be like, the best 5-day weekend ever. Now it's foiled.
Well, yesterday was My Love's 17th birthday. I bought her a pretty cake and decorated it. It was beautiful. I also got her the Pinback CD. Borders is a nice place to live. I mean, go. Me and all the people went to the Alley. By the Warren. It's not all it's cracked up to be. The first hour & a half was fun because we were sucking so bad at all those arcade games. I played Mrs. Pac-Man and it was F-U-N. We got 77 tickets! With which we bought some cheap jewelry. Yay. But get this, in order to ride the Go-Karts for FIVE MINUTES, you have to pay SEVEN DOLLARS. Plus, you have to be 18 or get a parent's signature. Um, come on!! You lose business that way. If only All-Star Sports wasn't being constructed on. It was fun, we just all hang out. I realized this, however, while I was there : There were more 12 year old girls there than adults. All these little skanky 7th graders running around in mini skirts and flipflops while it's pouring rain outside. Smart.
After that, we went to the Warren to play in the arcade, but ended up not making it in because they probably wanted us to buy tickets or something. I didn't see my Warren Boy either. Then, it was off to Barnes & Noble. Oh yesssss. I had Jones soda, it was some lime-orange flavor, and oh-so tasty. I was reading this book called....I Can't Tell You by Hillary Frank. She is the author of this other book called Better Than Running At Night. It's practically one of the best books ever written. Seriously.
Oh yah, and we ditched Lara's boyfriend's friends. They were real chumps.
When we got back to Liz's house, it was around 11something. We watched the Notebook. Hubba hubba. Ryan Gosling is sooooooo yummy. Such a great movie. I didn't cry though, even though I cry at every chick flick. Hm. We all stayed up late and then all woke up at 9 this morning. I just knew I was sick from the moment I gained consciousness. Kat told me that she had some sinus infection or something other, but she said it wasn't contagious. She was wrong. Well, what are friends for? We share things, of course.
Even if it means sharing your best friend. I'm sorry, but I felt a lot like the odd man out. Not to hurt anyone's feelings, but it wasn't right. Whatever, I'm glad somebody found their soulmate, although I wish it had been me first. Gosh, I was just doing some minor venting. I need someone to talk to.
Icky Ricky is over and I had to console my little sister to get out of Andrea's car and come inside. Noby hates him so much, she doesn't even want to come home. She was pitching a fit. Now, they're gone, though. Probably hanging out in some very public place where snooty college kids go while they feel each other up under the table. JESUS CHRIST.
My ears hurt. Like they need to pop. *Agonizing groan* I'm sorry if I haven't called anyone to do anything today. As I told you, I'm sick. And no matter how much I want to hang out with you, I'm not gonna risk it and give whatever I have to you. Unless you really want it, of course.
Bleh. Ok. If tomorrow is better...I promise.
ROBO says EDIT//
Holy shite. This world needs some serious help. I just got done looking through all these anorexia/bulemia blogrings, which I found by accident and like, my reaction = OMG. Why would anyone want to do that to themselves?? Really. Stop counting calories. Stop calling yourself fat. Stop watching so much TV. I know Mischa Barton is thin, but if you're trying so hard to be like her, maybe you should think about this -- if you were meant to be that thin, maybe you would've been born as her instead of the person you are now. It doesn't help that half of them are suicidal and pissed off about their ex boyfriends. I know I'm not stick thin, but I'd like to have the strength to walk around everyday rather than feeding myself a diet of water. Geeeeeeeeeez. Exclamation point -- END. | 
