Harrow. Neighbors are having sex again. We thought they broke up because they were having a fight into the wee hours the other day. Dammit. Make up sex.

I was all stresed out today. But as time goes by it gets easier. I have a to do list for today... like, today... I don't know... see my brain is all mushy.

Grilled cheese with bacon is nice.

So I'm mall bound today. Funn. And I get to dye my hair... either today or tomorrow. I kinda wish I could go all extreme, but then I don't think the travaille will allow it.

I want to see all the funn chick flicks coming out... ahh, for the love of romantic comedies... they make me happy.

Michael makes me happy too. Why do I keep thinking that he's getting sick of me? He says no... I know he's not lying... I don't know!

Ok, almost off to class and then must catch a bus to the bart station where I must catch a train to mee the bf. Whoo. The wonders of public transportation. Where's my pepper spray? (I'm really not sure!)

yo yo yo... Michael's here, but he's all knocked out on my bed, while I'm trying to figure out my informal speech outline and practice it a couple of times so as to not embarass myself completely tomorrow bc my grade is already set back one full grade for me not going to class last thursday. couldn't help it. i was sick. that sucks tho.some girl is going tomorrow and suffering the same fate as i because she wasn't prepared. but she went to class. no fair. i was vomiting. hellooo, difference.

anyways.

boba today was disappointing. and i didnt have the appetite for roasted duck. then the pizza i had contained not good sausage and it was all burnt. disappointing food day. but the cereal i had was good. i'm on a cereal high right now. and cantaloupe and green grapes. mmm. i have frosted flakes... im tempted now.

i dont know what else. good eats is on. holler.

i got cha's letter today. i have intentions of returning three more cards/letters to lucky people... maybe on the BART ride tomorrow.

hmm homemade bacon. makes one think.

I've got that dizzy feeling leftover from the bout of nausea I had last week. Whassupwitdat? Also, my appetite has significantly decreased. I've been sorta afraid of grease and dairy ever since I had a nasty reaction on Saturday, but I had milk with cereal and some fries earlier today and I'm feeling okay now. But yeah... I can hardly eat now... and while that's a good thing... it's odd.

English muffins are nice. But without the nooks and crannies, it's odd. They remind me of English class when they were eating muffins, then we watched the video, and we realized that because they're in England, they were English muffins, except they just call them muffins... and we laughed at the oddness of it all. Now I want that DVD... The Importance of Being Ernest. That was funn, gallavanting with Guna to Chinese food places and then going to school when we didn't have to to watch that one Shakespeare gory movie then heading to Leslie's afterwards.

I miss high school. Which makes me sad that I couldn't help out with Senior Focus Day this year because I'd already told my manager I'd work on Friday because we have like no people during the daytime.

I think I had my spring break too early because now I'm combusting. If that makes sense.

Hopefully the Kings game tonight will take my mind off of things. Maybe I can ask Michael to go to church with me on Sunday night. He's never been inside St. Ignatius before, I don't think.

OK BYE. More later probably, my brain is fried.

Harrow. Feeling so much better than yesterday when I was having a case of the Mondays...

Jonathan Jackson... I want him back on gh so bad... Ryan Gosling's coming out with a movie soon too, omg, what I wouldn't do for a DVD of all of the episodes of Breaker High.

Applesauce is nice.

Day after tomorrow I GET TO SEE MICHAEL!! He's actually coming back tomorrow, but he'll visit me on Wednesday, equipped with Q Tips and ready for boba and possibly crepes or ice cream or somethin...

TV makes me dizzy. I think it's a sign. You know what else is a sign? The fact that Friendster won't let me post my pictures of me & the burgundy Mustang from Miami. Michael says it's a sign because it's a blow to his Asian car pride ego thing with me behind the wheel of some American muscle in a halter that prompted my auntie to say "wow look at those boobs".

Well, he didn't say that, but that was the gist of it.

Food staying down is nice. Old episodes of Full House is not so nice.

I want the addresses of Jenn B & Chrissytina...

Who else is going to Chris's birthday extravaganza? Yeah I don't think it's an extravaganza, but then I don't think it's bad for me to put this up here because he IM'd me a couple times about it.

imma opt for the "or something" to be rubbed, cha. wink. HOLLER. so where is jonathan jackson now anyways? tuck everlasting was not worthy.

by the way imma bout to make you wince again...

Thursday! Woke up! Threw up! five times... so not funn. stomach acid is a green or yellow color, when mixed with water. tums fizzes... and it comes back from the digestive system whole!

Sounds like I'm in a good mood huh?

Friday, the parentals picked me up, and lay me to rest. Rest is nice.

Saturday felt sprighty enough to work. So work I did. Not only worked, but did some back breaking by not lifting with my legs. Boxes of lemonade + slow day = clean trailer!

I love how none of this makes sense.

By the way, if you're thinking that you can eat greasty not so good Chinese food when your stomach is in the state of being repaired but is not quite whole yet... be ready for four hours with Mr. Bucket, whlie your stomach decides if it should accept the nasty Chinese food or not.

You know those kiddie playground structures at schools and playgrounds, and how it's like in a box that's filled with either like imitation tree bark or sand or something? Tree bark, who the hell thought of that... I got hella spliters as a child with those damn things sticking themselves to my Osh Kosh B'Gosh's after a run down the slide.

The cold makes it feel like nap time.

Pray for my dad okay? I hope by the next time I see him, he feels a lot better.