Ew, You Just Made Me Throw Up A Little

I hate being sick. Throwing up is the worst thing ever. I would rather beat my head up against the toilet. Repeatedly. Over and over. With increasing force. Until I pass out.

Stayed up Sunday night watching Adult Swim and then infomercials. Didn't go to bed until 5 ish. Slept through my 8:30 am class on Monday. Went to my stupid ass Pharmacology class at 5 pm. She made us take our exam and then our quiz. Which is supposed to be the other way around. Like the quiz should be taken a week before the exam to prepare us or whatever. But she screwed up the schedule. What a dumbass. Then after driving around and horribly making an ass out of myself, Nick called. Apparently his roommate, Scott, is moving to Washington D.C. today. Went over there and drank and watched Margaret Cho Stand Up. Pretty funny, but I have seen it a gazillion times, well maybe just twice. Went home and got into a bad mood and almost participated in drunk dialing. Thank God I didn't.

Went to class today and threw up. I wasn't hung over or anything. I have been puking randomly for like three weeks. And NO, I'm not pregnant. Went home and and slept through Passions. FUCK! Stacey called me. Thanks Stace! Thursday is the drag show at USI, if anyone wants to go with me???!!! You will see some familiar faces, I guarantee it.

Well I better go. I wanna lay down some more. I miss you guys, a lot...