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a godawful ramble
May. 7th, 2004 04:01 pmarg for missing the season finale of the oc.
new character, but she's not whole yet.
got a letter about uofl's classes. here's to graduation and roomates i won't know and no one there to smile at me.
went to the endocrinologist today. I AM NOT DIABETIC!! ... so please don't remind me that i cannot metabolize sugar.... or that i'll need pills to do so. or that i have two appointments in the same office in the next ten days to talk to a nutritionist and to let them bleed me dry again. i hate needles... and please don't remind me that i hate it when men/boys/peopleingeneral invade my personal space so it isn't good to have a male doctor reach down your shirt. or have you undo your pants so he can pull your undies down and prod at your tummy... so low you feel like it was rape or molestation and if you weren't 18 and so knowledgeable about all the shit you should never know....
my arm hurts. they took my blood today.
reading invisible monsters. shane is brandy?????? the...? huh? i'm so confuseled. i'm spinning. and the trouble is that it's making some semblance of sense.
i didn't go to school yesterday. i won't be there on the 12th or the 17th. my teachers shall hate me.
lindsay poe is pathetisad... i'm sorry to say. she wants attention so badly, i was forced to kick her ass all over the place in speed. and rummy. i feel like such a bastard for it too. i hate being mean to her.
alright. enough of wasting you time.
new character, but she's not whole yet.
got a letter about uofl's classes. here's to graduation and roomates i won't know and no one there to smile at me.
went to the endocrinologist today. I AM NOT DIABETIC!! ... so please don't remind me that i cannot metabolize sugar.... or that i'll need pills to do so. or that i have two appointments in the same office in the next ten days to talk to a nutritionist and to let them bleed me dry again. i hate needles... and please don't remind me that i hate it when men/boys/peopleingeneral invade my personal space so it isn't good to have a male doctor reach down your shirt. or have you undo your pants so he can pull your undies down and prod at your tummy... so low you feel like it was rape or molestation and if you weren't 18 and so knowledgeable about all the shit you should never know....
my arm hurts. they took my blood today.
reading invisible monsters. shane is brandy?????? the...? huh? i'm so confuseled. i'm spinning. and the trouble is that it's making some semblance of sense.
i didn't go to school yesterday. i won't be there on the 12th or the 17th. my teachers shall hate me.
lindsay poe is pathetisad... i'm sorry to say. she wants attention so badly, i was forced to kick her ass all over the place in speed. and rummy. i feel like such a bastard for it too. i hate being mean to her.
alright. enough of wasting you time.
