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design | host "But, he said we should hang out again so I can panse him again." - Kim quantico's band placed 3rd (out of four...) in our division at busch gardens. rated excellent. say it like mr. burns. eeeexcellent. my mom tagged along and acted as the responsible adult. good times. we rode the loch ness 1 times. alpengeist 2 times. big bad wolf 1 times. apollo's charriot 0 times. rides break down. life is hard. towards the end of the day i started feeling major symptoms of a migraine that had been threatening to take hold for about three days. so. being a whiney baby, (with my mom also being tired,) we trooped off to the bus early where i ingested some extra strength tylenol. which. looking back must have had codeine in them, because when my headache came back on sunday, we bought some more tylenol, and it didnt' do shit. anyway. i woke up from my headache nap to find that the bus was already homeward bound... and i was irritated upon discovering that i badly needed to use the bathroom. williamsburg is about three hours away. yeah. by about... an hour and 1/2 of my leg falling asleep crossed, and avery, very bumpy ride, i attempted to call ms. sullivan-- from the back of the bus to the front of the bus. guys. i had to pee so bad. i was almost crying from the effort. egad. so embarrassing. i thought i might actually pee my pants. there on the bus. you know you're near the bottom when you're actually working out a scenario in your head and it involves you peeing your pants. and then. writing a letter to seventeen magazine to see how it rated in trauma rama. egad. my mom couldn't stand it. my "discomfort" i mean. i mean- who wants their daughter to have to kill herself because she wet her pants on the band trip? she braved the bumpy isle and probably stepped on and over people (a feat i could not accomplish in the given bus conditions in my current state,) and asked them to stop. the whole bus. pulled over. to a smelly gas station. so i. could. pee. and i ran all the way to the icky bathroom. so embarrassing. i never peed so much in my life. i really would have to kill myself if i'd ... lost control. fucking hell. yeah. school's still lame... i've decided that putting on a face in front of the faculty will not accomplish anything... so when i feel like shit, i no longer feel an obligation to participate in class. i spent most of algebra tilted at a 45 degree angle, silent makeup tears down my china white face... and no one bothered me. i eventually felt a little better. anatomy always cheers me up. work was slow. i have tomorrow off. if anyone cares, it's my birthday tomorrow. i'm not having a party, because parties i throw end... badly. i'm going out to eat with my family. when i got home from work dad said "sister" sheilds wants to bring me a cake tomorrow. david "i'm so wonderful" Phipps wants to throw a goodbye party for me and casey. no one i like would be there. looks like too little to late from the mormons. this was supposed to be more articulate. supposed to's are crap man. |