january5

What is wrong with me?

Well it's not so much what's wrong with me as what's wrong with my room, and that is: there is no internet in it.

Well there wasn't.

At the moment, there is a sorry excuse for internet in it, on that attaches to a device called a "modem" and the phone jack in my room.

I would love to make this page nice to look at, but it takes far too long with this dial-up modem. So I will just let you know that SOON, things will be good. For now, I give you my thoughts:

I woke up today with a horrible feeling in my stomach. Not the same feeling I used to wake up with. Not the feeling of nervousness and overwhelming fear I woke up to every day, but a different kind of feeling. A feeling that is not unlike the feeling you get when you want to vomit. So I didn't get to go to dc with julia.

Did you know Caroline Rhea was hosting Rosie O'Donnel this week?! Neither did I! I guess I had a pretty eventful week. Except for the sleeping until three in the afternoon for two days in a row.

I also didn't go to my doctor's appoinment. I am a bad, bad girl.

I am, however, one step closer to getting cable internet in my room. Randy really does come in handy sometimes.

It's funny how you view someone as totally not defiant at all, and then they do something really ballsy. I think you know who you are, and I am damn proud.

I think it's kind of healthy to turn off your cell phone once in a while, but not when you're supposed to go out with someone and you forget, and the only way of you remembering is to hear the ringy ding of the phone. I really suck a lot don't I?

To end on a happy note: My room is all clean and I beat Rayman 2. Good for me.