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Sooooo tired. Yay! I finally went to the doctor! Yay now I feel feverish and achey, but hey, I have medicine now, so hopefully I can start the battle against this stupid sickness before it gets too bad. Mom decided that, hey, maybe I should go to the doctor. But only because she suddenly got whoah sick and wanted to go for herself anyway. But hey, I'm not complaining. 'cause, whee! Pills! I really do not feel good, though. It's like it was waiting, it was waiting, and boom, here it is. I hope I don't have to go to school tomorrow. Well, scratch that. If I do have to go, I hope I feel up to it. My Chemistry substitute teacher today was named Mr. Hilton. That was scary. Like, whoah. And to top it off, the second I signed in to Diaryland, I saw a Paris Hilton banner. Andrew, please! Don't make me view that stuff! I'd rather have more "click here! You are the 543,983,256th customer! This banner will trigger epileptic seizures!" kind of banners. Because Paris triggers a different kind of seizure in me, and it's not fun. It's more like a gag reflex, but I won't say that because that sounds dirty. Dirrty, yo. I'm sooo tired. But I know that I won't be able to sleep if I go lay down, so I continue to stay up, hanging out and talking to people in my kooky state of being. G'night everybody. <-Ghost-> |
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