life. or something like it.

i just powered down a pack of Reese's, a pack of Peanut Butter Twix, a palm-sized York pattie, and a root beer. and no, it didn't make my migraine go away.

my family was going to come down to Ashland on Friday night to celebrate my mommy's birthday here with Kyle and I, but because I "didn't show too much enthusiasm", they changed their plans. Instead, they're going to the coast for the evening. i tell you what- only my father can make me feel this terrible about something. i was up for it! i was looking forward to it! a fun evening out with my mom and dad and Anya and Kyle at a tasty place here in town... then my dad calls me at 5.30, and tells me that my mother was disappointed and he was hurt and because i didn't jump up and down and throw a fucking parade, they've decided to not come down. i think i sounded game. hell, they told me that it wasn't a solid plan because it might not be possible.

i think now would be an excellent time to mention that Kyle doesn't even get out of class and back to the fucking dorms unil 5.45. wasn't even given a chance to determine if it would've worked....

oh well. Maynard Ferguson concert tomorrow night. should be fun. hope Kyle's feeling well enough to enjoy it. i hope i'm feeling well enough to enjoy it. a couple of WoW-free time with friends at a concert? fucking sweet.

i do believe that my head is going to explode.

awwww... my cousin just pix'd me a photo of Kyle and I that she took while we were in California... cute...

at this point in time, i believe that i am going to begin the "getting ready for bed" process. maybe what my head wants is sleep. probably not, but it's worth a guess. cheers!

if he doesn't get himself down to the health center, i will skip class to sit and stare at him until he does.