I have never felt this way in my entire life. My body feels so strange. My eyes are wide open, my muscles are twitching and I can feel the little hairs in my ears. I can't concentrate on my paper. I lay down and my brain starts going off on some random thing. I need to write this paper. It's hard enough as it is. I need to compare John Lennon to a Greek Myth hero. I'm thinking Achilles (actually, Katie was). I can't do this. I can't. I have less than 11 hours to do this. I can't do this. Someone help me. Please dear God, help me. I never want to feel like this again (stolen Howie lyric, conincidence I swear to God!). I never ever want to do drugs in my life. Make this go away!!!
10:42:06 PM  #  Speak to Me []

Someone finally decided to help me!! Aaron gave me a concoction to take that is guranteed to make me better in 24 hours. I have a feeling it will kill me before I get better. Let's hope and pray Amanda doesn't die in the process. Read on my dearies:

• 1 bottle - Dayquil
• 1 bottle - Robutussin PE (green lable)
• 1 gal - Black Pekoke tea (w/honey)
• 1 bowl - Chicken Soup

Take one shot (30mL) of Dayquil, chased by one shot (20mL) of Robutussin PE. Drink tea piping hot and requently. Eat soup. Wait three hours, repeat shot intake. Sleep. Next morning, drink tea all day. I'm guranteed better in 24 hours. I gagged on the Dayquil. 30 mL is a LOT of syrup-like substance. I've had two pots of tea. I'm wired like a mutherf*cker right now. We'll see what happens tonight.
8:50:16 PM  #  Speak to Me []

Hahaha this is great

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I will...
-live in an apartment
-drive a green Aston-Martin
-marry Howie day
-have three kids
-and I will be a hippie mom living in New York :)

4:51:05 PM  #  Speak to Me []

Howie plays tonight, tomorrow night and Thursday. I'm going to Wednesday and Thursday. I'm so dedicated to this guy that I'm taking my Latin final earlier in the day Thursday so I can get over there and not miss any of his show. I've been listening to The Anix for the past few days. They're okay but seeing them live is a little better. Bradnon is a dick too. He seemed real elitest at the Rurik show and he was only talking to the groupies. Bah. Bad rock star. Who cares about Brandon. I'm seeing Howie. His music is infinitly better than anyone. I called my doctor today after Mom got on my case. He's supposed to call back and then call in some drugs at the pharmacy for me. I got in another fight with Mom this morning. Because of the grandpa situation, both of our families are having to pay the bills at g-pa's house in Riverside until we can get the trust opened, etc etc. Well, we are already low on cash and I asked if I would be able to go to school next semester. She started yelling at me for not having the drive to go to school or do well, continuing the mistakes from high school, etc. I felt hurt. I can't blame her for thinking that. I did do badly this semester. But, I also think everyone should be given the chance to go to college. Maybe I'll have to take a semester off. I don't want to. I want to keep plugging along. I refuse to not graduate. I will not leave college without a degree, there's no budging on that. I'm still looking for a job. What if I worked fulltime next semester and only went part time to class? Part time tuition is $572 compared to $872 for fulltime. Going part time would be much better than not going at all. I wish I could talk to Dad about this without being yelled at, again. What do you guys think? Should I attempt full time again, take a semester off and work full time, or work and go to school part time? PLEASE give me your thoughts.
Update: I just applied for a data entry position in Commerce. $9.72/hr, 8-5, M-F. Strangly, I want this job, bad. Maybe it's the 'poor' feeling setting in.

In the mean time, here's Howie.

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12:32:16 PM  #  Speak to Me []