I jinxed myself

I guess my getting better post came a little soon. Yesterday was not only my highly anticipated freshman corruption day, it was also the day I was visited with the fairy of womanhood so I had cramps on this joyous occasion. The freshman pooped out on us, mostly because of the poop that little julian pushed out of that sassy mouth of his. Fiona, Robyn, Miranda and I spent an exciting day in Burlington without those god damn boys. We went to Applebees, shopping and scaring the shit out of Fiona when Robyn asked what time it was. I said 1:16 and she pulled over and we all started screaming to get out the car, we accomplished an old fashioned Chinese fire drill, with me taking the wheel and Fiona flipping out even more. Glorious a time that was. Anyways, bad things began when I was frightened by a certain football player... you know who you are, and the sudden startle gave me an asthma attack. It took a while but the inhaler kicked in and I thought the worst was over. My attack came back 15 minutes or so later with full force, and the inhaler was not working. Robyn pushed me to agree to go to the ER, and Kathy called 911 and my parents were called as well. Kathy knew enough about me to fill in the people that came with the ambulance, so thankfully I didn't have to talk, because when you can't breathe talking is a challenge. Robyn followed the ambulance with my stuff, and my dad met us there. The ambulance as wicked bumpy, and I was on oxygen but thankfully not too scared. The doctor said I had bronchitis, but I think hes wrong even though my throat hurts like hell, and that bothers me because I got "In the Heights" and not singing along with the new songs is killing me.

Getting Better

I am getting a lot better. For once, I am happy with myself and the way my life is going. I do not need a man to make me happy as I once thought. I needed to make myself happy before I tried to be happy with someone else. Any relationship I have right now can only end well because of the way I feel today. Enough with the happiness and smiles though, I have to go to school soon, and I'm really cold and tired. I don't like being cold. Not at all.

My Wig

I got a wig for guys and dolls. Its wonderful. Also, practice yesterday was fun. I was humped, I haven't been humped in a couple months... it was nice. Thats all I have to say.

MEN

1. Nice men are ugly.

2. Handsome men are not nice.

3. Men who are both nice and handsome are gay.

4. Men who are handsome, nice, and heterosexual are

married.

5. Men who are not so handsome, but are

nice men, have no money.

6. Men who are not so handsome, but are

nice men with money think we are only after their

money.

7. Handsome men without money are after

our money.

8. Handsome men, who are not so nice and

are somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are

beautiful enough.

9. Men who think we are beautiful, that

are heterosexual, somewhat nice and somewhat

handsome,

and have money, are cowards.

10. Men who are somewhat handsome,

somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are

heterosexual,are shy and

NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!!

11. Men who never make the first move,

automatically lose interest in us when we take the

initiative.

AND THEY SAY WOMEN ARE HARD TO UNDERSTAND!!!!!

Belly Buttons and Freshman

I am excited for a Friday night in, and I plan on sleeping for a lot of it. The new combination of anti depressants, anti anxiety, and sleeping medications are throwing me for a loop. Sometimes I wish doctors did more with chemistry, because I take 14 pills a night, and the effect they have together must be harder to figure out than rocket science. I am also really excited about this outing corrupting the freshman boys in Guys and Dolls. On this outing I intend to be the worst influence possible, and have fun doing it. I am also currently trying to convince my mom to let me get my belly button pierced. I want to get something pierced, and my nose has a lot of issues, and all other things freak me out. I want to get my eyebrow pierced someday, and I would also like to get a tattoo. Anyways , Robyn is getting her nose done on freshman corruption day and I hope to get consent from my mother. Leading these boys into a tattoo parlor is going to be hilarious, because at first they won't know whats going on. Miranda will also b a laugh because shes a skittish person when it comes to needles and sterility.

Take Back Your Crack...

Robyn got a blog. This made me think I am not a total looser for having a blog... her blog address is something about crack. What? you want me to say crack again?? CRACK.

He Hath Been Deleted

I don't like the idea of Coti and I being friends on facebook since he treats me like shit in real life. Plus, giving him the option of checking up on me via facebook is something I do not want him doing. It does not matter if he does it or not. So... there it is.