I should just take my nightnight cough medicine and go to bed.
I need another good crash.

I don't feel like waking up and going to a 9:15 class, but I get out at 11:30 tomorrow. That's nice. I should read over some stories so I can do critiques in an orderly fashion tonight/tomorrow, but I'm just so sick. I'm going to cough all over my papers and get everyone sick in my classes.

Abuhhh.

Last night was great. Cheeseburger made me spaghetti in MonMon's suite. It was enjoyz.
I wore my secondhand dress.

I am a consumer whore.




Enjoyz with my cardigan.

 

I had a dream that I was a cheerleader for Huntingdon, but we wore blue and white like my high school and sweaters because it was cold. But I had to run everywhere with my pompoms and Ross was like "Omg, is that Sheridan? She looks so hot." It was gross.

Then after some Tennis game we had to cheer for there was this reception and we were stuck in this time hole thing. Everyone was aging and dying in a matter of minutes.
Growing old and dying.
Some chick that was unknowingly pregnant all of a sudden had a baby in her arms.
Weird.

The water lapped at her freshly pedicured toes, kissing them gently in the early morning light. She let her head roll back as she began to walk towards the water, the sand sinking underneath her feet. She brought her head forward and smiled at the sun just peeking over the horizon. She smiled at the new beginning she felt in the water, in the sand, in the sunrise. The water was coming over her feet now, rushing up her ankles. She grinned from ear to ear as she felt it push up and over her calves and knees. A chuckle was suppressed in the back of her throat as she felt the waves begin to hit her thighs, the dress floating around her body like oil on top of the water. Waves crashing into her chest now, the cold water hitting her as she sank into the sand, feeling it pull her down. She opened her mouth as the water hit her neck, urging it towards her bruised lips, laughing. The saltiness stung her eyes.

Over her head. Over her head.

And then there was nothing. Nothing but blackness as the world shattered in one burst of light. Nothing but an endless black void, nothing but nothing. Forever.





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That's the end of the story that's due in a week. Funny how I can write the ending, but I can't think of how to start it other than with rape and a pink dress. Pink and torn.

Pink= girly, innocence.
Sunrise= rebirth/renewal. --> my story= DEATH.
 

I didn't sleep last night for some reason. I woke up with the biggest pain in my neck-- literally. My eyes hurt too much to put in contacts, so I'll just be going with the glasses. They're too swollen from crying last night. Damn myself.

You repress something and then it all comes flooding back in one instant:

The room was bright and sterile. The aluminum blinds clattered against the window as the air conditioning hummed in a far corner. The dripping of the IV and the beeping of the heart monitor seemed to echo in the small, single room. A twin bed with a dull, faded pink blanket was against the left wall, and underneath the blanket was a small figure. A little girl in a sundress and Ked’s walked in behind her parents. She was clinging to her father’s leg, hiding behind his hip. His strong hands brought her to the front of their small group to face the figure.
                “Tell Grandmary hello.”
                She was pushed toward the bed. She opened her mouth to resist, but instead was hit with the full force of the taste and smell of the room. It tasted like medicine—the sticky, sweet kind—and floor cleaner.
                The girl swallowed and sat on the edge of the bed, barely disturbing the crisp, rough sheets.
                “Tell your Grandmary hello and give her a hug.”
                She couldn’t tell her hello, she couldn’t even look at her. Tubes sticking out of her arms. Hydrating her. Didn’t those hurt? Why was she here? The girl took one look at the small, veined hand that began creeping towards hers and jumped from the bed. She ran to her mother and stared at the old woman in the bed from a distance through watery eyes. The little girl looked at her one last time and walked out of the room.

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Ugh. Sadness.

Except for this very moment because I'm taking a snack break to shutdown my pancreas. Butt-Nutter sammich for me. Bananas, peanut butter, and marshmellow sandwich all on white bread. Three layers. Fail. Diabetic fail.



Look at that. OMNOM on mai sammich of death and heart attacks and pancreas failure.
Well maybe my sunny D will balance out the sugar... OH WAIT. 5% juice. Fail.
How many times do I say "fail" a day? Too many.

Numbers for the day:
3- layers of my sandwich
2- loads of laundry
1- mole on my back
0- quarters for laundry

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Fez is dead. He is no more. He died.
My baby died.

I don't know why.
Probably because he was from Walmart.
Shall we take a trip down memory lane?
Shall we?
Let's shall...

( Fez the pishy )

My ears are doing this weird thing where the skin is like... Peeling off of them on the left one. Ugh. So weird, so gross. But I like picking at the scab that keeps forming there. It itches so I pick it. I like it, but sometimes it bleeds. Ouch. Unenjoyz...

Tonight= Kool-Aid Party. This is the second one, and I was invited to the first one, but I thought it was sketch, not a legit kool-aid party. But it is. And PJ themed. Huzzah for rainbow!pants and wife beater w/ lamby slippers. Jealousy will radiate off of everyone.
Tomorrow night= Urban movie night and geburtstag celebrashun 4 M.E.

Lunch sucked major ass-balls today.
Fuckin fried fish friday. Alliteration kills me on that one.
Ugh. Fail.

Gonna go get sum sonix with Colby perhaps. Dunno.
OH!
Got an applicashun. Might get interview. Dunno. Hopefully

.
Fear my twitching eyes...


Und meine Angelina Jolie lipz.

 
Jealous??

I'm procrastinating unpacking. I've been back for almost 4 days and my suitcase is still swollen like a mother cow's udder. Unenjoyz.
Bowling last night was off the chain.
Seriously.
Why did I start to rock when no one was there to watch me?!
Damn.

I'm listening to Led Zeppelin and trying to focus.
Fail.
Umm... Let's see...
I'm in creative writing now!! I just have to get this add form signed by my adviser. No probz, chickies, no probz.

and not ready to go back to school.

Imagining being in that tiny room with limited floor space makes me want to cringe. And then not having my own bathroom! Ugh. I never felt like one of those girls that would complain about having a community bathroom, but after spending about half an hour in a jacuzzi tub I think I'm reconsidering.

Damn having a loft bed.
Damn having a loft twin bed.

DAMN MY COUGH.

Back to good ole HC tomorrow. Back to classes.
UNH.
I need a psych book and a new testament book.
fail.
such fail.
emperical fail.

I want a pet moose.
And a bee costume.



"Here I come to save the daaaaay!"
What a mannn in his tight pants.

I've been up since this morning cleaning. Listening to my iPod helps.
Oh, Alfred, I do appreciate you.
(Why yes, I name inanimate objects)...
...

I'm listening to Britney, and it's so enjoyz. "Touch of My Hand" from In the Zone. One of my favorite BRITBRIT CDs. I'm not gonna lie, I enjoy Britney Spears. I'm a slaaaaaaaaaaave for youuuuu. UNH! Yes, please. I wish my body looked like that.

NOTE:
When I go back to HC, I'm going to be working out at the Hawk's Nest.
Join me... Do not let me suffer alone.

Anyway, back to what I'm doing. The house has to be spotless by tomorrow, my mom wants it to be ready tonight. My bathroom is donezo, I just need to focus on getting my laundry done, I'll wash my sheets tonight too. Make up my bed tomorrow. VACUUM! My favorite. Thennnn, we'll go to Sam's tomorrow to get food for the shindig.

BooSugar might be coming in tomorrow?!?!!? MAYBE?!
HOLY HELL!!

Definitely have to get back to working. SHITTTT.

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PROJECT!!! That's my scarf that I've been working on for about two days now. Exciting.
YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE IS EXCITING?!?!

Cheeseburger will be here. Tomorrow.
Huzzah for helping keep old creepy men away from me, which my mom says would have happened if he wasn't here. Apparently I'm just perfect for old people to hit on. Like I don't already know...