The funny thing is the veins would give it all away in so many heartbeats to the greedy sucking needle.

My mom brought me into urgent care today. I've had a cold and lots of fatigue for almost a month now, and the sore throat has been getting pretty bad, along with stomachaches at the beginning of the month.

I was pretty out of it the whole time, thinking random philosophical and poetic thoughts about hospitals and stuff.

So I don't have anemia or mono, which is nice. I might have some thyroid thingy but the doctor said that I probably didn't. Apparently I probably have some sort of stomach acid problem, which if I take the medicine and the symptoms go away will be proved.

I need to sleep. And do my homework tomorrow.

I don't feel well today.

Or all week practically. But never mind. On with the show.

I saw The Intelligent Homosexual's Guide to Capitalism and Socialism with a Key to the Scriptures. Last night. At the Guthrie. It's by Tony Kushner.

It was amazing and though provoking and fast paced and crazy and wild and INTELLIGENT.

It made me happy. It made me sad. It made me a lot of things.

Also, sort of unrelated to the play, I think I saw my spanish teacher there, and Ben Uke as well.

Hm.

Know what's cool?

Music.

And...

Facebook gets more boring and lame every time I visit it.

Dr. McNinja is possibly the most hilarious webcomic ever. Ninjas and docs FTW.

I am extremely addicted to college humor.

My fondest memory of freshman year? A cranky Justin Lee, on a morning of all school chapel, irritably responding to unwanted attention from the row behind him by saying "Fuck Jesus."

Fuck Jesus indeed.

I am tired tired tired in my bones.

Hour bike ride, hour's rest, and then hour and a half of fencing. With another ten minutes of conditioning added just to torture us. Pushurpies are the work of the devil.

Enough whining about crotch sweat and antsy bikers (Dude, just give up, I'm going the exact same speed as you and there's no room, oh look, there's another bike coming, looks like you gotta go back, boo hoo or Why are they going so slow? I'd pass them, but they're about as far left as they can go, which is totally impolite to other bikers, and why do they keep looking back? It's not like I'm tailgating them. I know how to bike, It's not like I'm going to run into them. Maybe if they'd let me pass they wouldn't have to worry so much.)

Oops. Hehe.

I just want to stretch out in bed and analyze a Tamora Pierce book. They used to be my favorites. I guess they're still good, but eh... slightly annoying occasionally.

Blablabla.

headacheheadacheheadache

So there was a bishop at school today. She was pretty okay I guess.

I want THIS shirt. So... If you love me truly, you will give it to me, right?

You won't. I hate you. You never let me have any fun.

I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. Don't leave me.

DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEE.

It's all right. I've found someone else. Someone who bought me the shirt. Too late. You lose.

Okay, if you're desperate to buy me a shirt, I can think of a few others...

Well,

No more Lost until 2010.










If there is any proof that there is a God and I am being punished for my nonbelief, this is probably it.