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 05.08.02 - 7:28 pm Well, I didn't smell like Pepsi this morning. Thank goosh, cause someone told me that I should get my sugar checked. *throws hand daintily against forehead and faints* Now I'm nervous cause medical stuff totally freaks me out. And needles. I can handle a shot in the top of the arm, but I CAN NOT STAND how they take blood from the belly side of your arm by the elbow. I haven't yet been able to force myself to go give blood yet; just the thought of those peeps sticking a needle in my soft fleshy arm makes me feel nauseous. I have very small arm veins too. Another thing that freaks the beejeepers out of me is disease. Even when I was a kid I was scared that I'd contract some crazy kind of painful disease and die. Mostly I think of these things when I'm sick. I think, "Ya know, I just might have some kind of disease that starts off like the flu, what if I get lightheaded and what if I pass out and lay here in unconscious agony, and what if they don't find me till next morning when I'm DEAD". Jeepers, I know it's ridiculous, but diseases just freak me out. Call me a mild hypochondriac. I guess I really should go get a check-up. I know my mom wants me checked for anemia. So maybe I'll get a check-up this summer. *quivers with fear and promptly passes out* Less importantly, I only got $11 for my cultural anthropology book! That makes both the immature and hungry sides of myself want to scream "SHITTY SHITTY, FUCK FUCK!!!" I know, that's being really mature. But I really figured that I'd get, like, $20 for it. Uh, so I ordered stuff from Pizza Hut. Now I've got maybe four dollars, three breadsticks, and a pack of noodles to last me till I get home Friday night at 6:00pm. I could have spent the money more wisely, but I'd rather eat good sometimes and starve other times than just eat tolerable stuff all the time. My plans for tonight are: Pack up most of my stuff, spend time doodling, study a bit, and sleep like the worthless zombie beast I have become :D Yeah! I'll write stuff again tomarrow. 10:50pm- *screams* I love the Smurfs! My fave, of course, is Vanity Smurf. He's pretty and he knows it ;) Good goosh, I'm craving sugar... and I have none. Well, I have those packets of sugar that people put in coffee, but I'm SO not that desperate. My sweet tooth has been driving me up a wall lately. All I want... is anything with sugary goodness. Yet I have... NOTHING! Rrraaaaaagh! *tears at hair in a frenzied rage* I'm so glad that tomarrow is Thursday, and that I get to go home on Friday. I'm totally going insane. I hope being at home will help me get some of my calm attitude back. I've been feeling so frenzied lately. Like a caged, rabid monkey. One that scratches at its own eyes and screams monkey obsenities at the zookeepers. Okay, time for more packing. Then I need to draw something. Or write something horrible. Heh. I am by no means a writer. I really admire people who can write stories and stuff. I draw my pals comics sometimes, and I usually feel that, no matter how bad the drawings are, they are always better than my story. I wish I knew someone here at college who liked to draw comics too. Oh well, back to my room. To pack and let my mind rot .O_o. 2 minutes later - I want a tattoo. One of ivy leaves. I don't know where I'd get it though. You must hide your tattoo well if you are going into the professional world. It would be cool to get one that went all around my waist. It would also be expensive. Heh. I've been wanting a tattoo at least since 9th grade. It'll probably be a few more years before I decide what exactly and where exactly I'd get it. Back & Forth Previous Adventures of Doom! Villains need to eat too (unless they are robots, of course). - 11.27.05 Tips for making laundry easy. - 11.23.05 Detroit museums and baklava. - 11.20.05 My affair with the Scotch Craft Stick. - 11.18.05 |
