Think of me! I wake up with the randomest of songs in my head. erm... Last night was...yeah. crappy. I got sick around the vetrens assembly you know. yaddi yaddi. I never made it to either of the parties. I didn't want to go because everytime I got up I had to run to the bathroom. gahhhh. Around 8 mum came home and...sorta took care of me. She forced me to take my pill and drink herbal tea. gross. Then malcolm called and said he was coming over. I told him he'll have to see me all gross-like. I guess he didn't care because he came over anyways. we watched highschool musical. I barfed in the middle of it and missed my favorite part. whatever. After that I he put his arm around me and I went to sleep. I thought it was perfectly appropriate because I was sick. perfectly fine, really. I walked him to the door and he gave me a big hug. yum. I told him I was sorry he had to see me like this. He said he didn't see a difference. Does that mean I look equally gross all the time? yikes bites. Tonight Is the jon schmidt concert. I told mum I would go if I had to bring a barf bag. I am going! I love him... Then I'm going to the stake dance. oh yeah, I work too. whatever. mum wants to take me back to Dr. Callister. man oh man. I didn't get any medicine in me because I kept throwing it up. I always get sick when I take this stuff. It's gonna be okay.