last night i worked the football game (which my school's team won, for once in their miserable existence), and it was fucking cold. standing out in the cold night in one spot and being hungry did wonders for my body.
i was almost done being sick.... and the nevermind, it's all back. with a vengeance. here's what the Sick has to say:
"haha, you dumb bitch. you think you could get rid of me that easily? well guess what? I'm back, and it's Sunday, and you've got shit to do, and I'm going to make you want to crawl up in bed and not move! so ha!"
yeah, it talks. and moves. from my sinuses to my chest to my throat to everywhere.
did i mention i have a test and discussion board post to do? the post is basically a short paper complete with APA citations and bullshit about some guy who did something way back when for forensic science.
at least nobody wrote about the guy i chose. his name is Luke May, and he was the guy who began striation analysis of knives, guns, and other tools. actually kind of interesting.
maybe if i take a shower, life will return for long enough to get this work cranked out. that, and my ever-present bottle of delicious Coke :)
cheers!
Currently:
Reading- everything on the internet
Listening to- "Toxicity" by System Of A Down
8.10.06
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