Friday, February 16, 2007

listening to: i'm gonna be by donell jones.
feeling: severely pissed off.

so, who feels like shit? dian does!

it's one of the worst feelings you could ever be cursed with. to be resigned to days in bed with nothing to do, nobody to talk to and all because of a stupidassfcking bite. to make things even better? when you feel perfectly 100% fine yet still have to remain in bed. no headaches, no feverish states of mind, no raised temperatures, just pure undiluted boredom accompanied with this annoying bite that makes you feel like a retard as everybody is making such a fuss out of it.

yes, people, i still feel stupid because of the drugs they're pumping into me. die of insect bite? oh no, i'm going to die of drug overdose. not that i should be taking this in such a comical or overdramatic tone because, people, dying of drugoverdose is bad and not a light issue. bad bad bad bad bad.

anyway. it's gotten so horrible that i've even admitted to myself that i would rather be at school. give up all these sick leaves just to be back at school since it'd mean i'd be all better and therefore, my weekend wouldn't be ruined. even more so as i'm not used to being like this. sick, i mean. yep, i'm hoping that somehow, in the next 24 hours, all this shiznit will clear up and i'll be fine and dandy and hyper-annoying-bubbly-shoot-me-in-the-head once more and ready to go out to get up to godknowswhat.

they say trouble comes in threes, and i'm hoping that this is the third in the lot and that this bad spell will soon blow over. i was listening to some mushy song --you know? ones that make you smile and think of all the romantic things that sends shivers down your back?-- when the mood swing struck once more. due to the cocktail of drugs i'm taking, it appears a side effect is mood swings. i've been losing my temper one minute, passing out the next and then waking up extremely happy and bubbly, only to become slap-me-sad the next. i also feel fat, frumpy and fugly since i've been moping around the house, doing jackshit for the past few days.

this post makes no sense to me. HSWGDHGEHDGHEDGHEGDHEGDHJEDGHJDfudgemuffins.

to all those others who are still sick as well, get better soon. i'd start singing that "we will survive" theme song.. but i'd rather pass out now. february sucks.

(please, if you make me get better in the next, say, oh, 24 hours, i promise i'll be a good girl or at least try to be? please pretty please with sugar violets on top.. which are actually quite yummy, yknow. the sugar violets, i mean. not apologies as i've never tried an apology.. hm. sickly sweet, i'd imagine.)