just wanted to give an update on how screwed up my life has become:
- I went to the dentist today. I floss and brush 2-3x a day, yet I still get a cavity. So, throughout the rest of the day today and tomorrow, my mouth is/will be numb and in pain. I can't do anything and now I'm sitting here, with a killer headache and the right side of my face is unresponsive. I love the dentist...NOT
- I've been waiting for the mail to come the last few days because I want my report card. I know, I sound like one of those nerds who no one talks to. I promise I have friends, I just need to see my grades! It's killing me ugh!
- The mail arrives, my sister goes out and grabs it. There's a mysterious package...so naturally I decided to open it. Here's the kicker. Its a fricken bottle, with a message rolled up inside. What the hell. First off, who sends messages in a bottle via fed-ex? Second off, why a message in a bottle? Do you know how expensive that must have been? Third, it had SPARKLES. Sparkles. ALL OVER THE SECRET MESSAGE AND THE BOTTLE. Fourth, why send a message in a bottle when we live by a lake and the only people to pass us messages would be the Canadians who wish they were us? Fifth,it was a save the date for some wedding in the Outer Banks. (I answered my own question.) gahh, what has the world come to? and to think, I actually got excited about the dumb bottle until I realized how stupid an idea it actually was.
- I had to drop off my sister to her friend Kaitlin's house. In Newbury. 30 minutes away. With a splitting headache. To make matters even more ironic and screwed up, this girl has a brother who graduated who dated a girl who hooked up with the same kid I did. So messed up. Thanks karma.
- Now I'm studying for the ACT, which I have on Saturday...and some kid I haven't talked to in two months texts me wanting to hang out. WHY? What provokes someone to do something so random?
- I see reminders of my "past" everywhere. It's painful, nevertheless, inevitable.
- I went to the doctors yesterday and I couldn't even manage to talk to her for an hour. Forty five minutes and we ended the session. Yet I can type and type and type for hours on this damn blog.
- I miss my mom. She hasn't been home since Sunday.
- I need to find a nice boy. Not an asshole. Or a creepy boy. Or any other negative quality you can think of...
- I really, really, really want ice cream from DQ right now, preferably a small vanilla cone dipped in chocolate, (which I just learned was actually chocolate flavored wax from maggie) but I don't have any points left.
This is what happens when I can't speak. I ramble, ramble, ramble about everything.
Stayy classy cleveland, xoxoxox
2 comments:
awwww al, feel better ok?
ughhh i'll attempt to, my life is so hectic/confusing/messed up!
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