Sick

Ok, so it's been another crummy week. I was sick for 5 days, but no real, treatable symptoms. I had a pounding/burning headache and a steadily increasing fever, averaging about 101.5 degrees. No medicine I took would make it better. I couldn't sleep at night and I shivered constantly. It was a real pain. I missed quite a bit of school and rehearsal, which I now have to make up. :-( Thankfully, it finally snowed! real snow! I'm not sure how long it will last, but I'm still glad it's here. Last night I actually slept through the whole night, it was a miracle. I feel so much better, and I hope with all my heart and soul it last. Time to start sacrificing goats the healing deities! With luck I will be in school tomorrow. Hope I'm not called...

Sunday Nights

Well, it seems I lost my first post. No biggie. I guess everyone else who's ever been to school or had a weekday jobs knows the feeling: I hate Sunday nights. This long weekend (thanksgiving) has been a pain. Day one? OK. Day two? OK. Day three? Sucked. Day four? Sucked as well. Today? MEGA SUCK! Oh well, perhaps it will get better. Only, wait! nope! You see, I auditioned for a play. The first day, the directer loved me. He had me read a lot, and seemed to like me. The I blew my call backs. Hard. I read once. Three lines. But I screwed those quite royally. And now I carry luggage and answer in a chorus for the two hour play. The killing blow, though, is that I still have to show up every day for practice. To practice my non-lines and whatever. Not that I mind the small part thing. I've done that before. If you're good, don't complain, and do as you're told, they'll give you a bigger one next time. No. What I mind is that I have to spend my free time doing nothing. Instead of being with my friends and boy friend. The boyfriend I haven't seen in a week. And looks like I won't be seeing for another week. FML. And it's not like I can tell him I miss him. I suffer from the paranoia that when you tell a boyfriend something like that he either runs away screaming or thinks you want to blow him. Not that I realistically think that they will (or at least the former), but i still won't. I can tell a white lie like no other, but if you want the sentimental truth? Not your girl.

Second

This is the second note. Wow. Cool sh*t. You know what's cool? Scribblenauts. I'm so hooked. It's so fun! Wheee! You can do anything you can think of. It makes me feel genius when i can think up infinite ways to solve a puzzle. I get that feeling from video games sometimes. Only the really good puzzle ones. I love puzzles. I can sit and do jigsaws forever. I've gotten to the point where I can look at piece's shape to figure out where it goes. It's an addiction. I really need a picture for this account. Any ideas?