the wonders of modern medicine...
As much as I hate to admit it, this stupid amoxicillin actually worked for once. I thought I'd become immune to its effects lonnnng ago, back when my mom fed me that stuff for breakfast lunch and dinner-- Okay, not really. But close! Anyway, I think it's actually working because my throat is feeling a lil better. It's actually pretty dry now but hey at least I'm not coughing up a lung. I guess not going to school today was a good idea ~_^ I only went to one full day of school this week, and that was actually progress report day (nothing is accomplished). I feel rested =).
Maybe I should skip Chinese school too. I mean, they sent a letter home saying that we shouldn't go if we're sick. Because apparently they think that we all have SARS. And so does my mom... I was talking to her today on the phone and she starts listing off all these symptoms, asking me if I have them. HELLO MOTHER... I DO NOT HAVE SARS... LEAVE ME ALONE! rofl!!
anne will kill jeremy, if i don't first
THERE'S A GOOD CHARLOTTE CONCERT IN ST. LOUIS... AND HE HAS THIRD ROW TICKETS!!! I find that so damned unfair. Everyone go flame him. Actually I don't think he has a website... oh well. You can SECRETLY hate him-- PUAHAHAHAHAH!! Okay I guess that's not as evil as flaming him.. or breaking into his house and stealing the tickets. But hey, I can't be all evil, all the time. It's just craziness! Craziness!
Okay well it's late and I get stupid when it's late... so I guess no one can tell anyway.. I mean, so I should leave. Bye =)
4.30.2003
::glare::
Okay, so I can't glare because my eyes are basically unfocusing because I'm SO DAMN SICK. I HATE BEING SICK. Now my nose is stuffy and I'm coughing more and and and and =( DAMN THIS.
Anyway, only read the post under this (that I posted earlier) if you don't mind rants. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Okay, so I can't glare because my eyes are basically unfocusing because I'm SO DAMN SICK. I HATE BEING SICK. Now my nose is stuffy and I'm coughing more and and and and =( DAMN THIS.
Anyway, only read the post under this (that I posted earlier) if you don't mind rants. Don't say I didn't warn you.
life is at it again...[a complete rant]
So sure, I guess it gave me a break for my big LA project, but it's still a bitch. I have Picture Day for my dance studio this weekend so I need to go and fix all my costumes and make sure they fit me right, then I gotta study for my Chinese school midterms. My throat has been killing me since Tuesday morning, but has gotten progressively worse since I had 3 chorus concerts that day at 3 different middle schools. When I came back, I was informed that someone found my picture on the internet through a Google search, printed it up, and had shown half the school (2001 pic... but for some reason everyone thought I was wearing glasses. No I wasn't. Open your eyes, people!!). Then I go and freak out about having a stalker, until I get home and find the site for myself-- it's the fucking official TAF website, and RIGHT underneath the picture is an article I wrote for it (along with the date the photo was from). Duh. We'll have more on computer/internet illiteracy later...
So I go to dance class half an hour early to meet this girl so I could learn part of the production dance that I missed on Saturday-- she wasn't there. It wasn't technically her fault.. but still, I was in a nasty mood so I decided to add that to the annoying events of yester-eve. Dance is worse than nasty because my throat was thoroughly stuck and as much as the world would like to deny it, dance can be considered as a cardiovascular activity. I was dying and we were only halfway through the first run-through of the dance-- not only that, but for some maniacally absurd reason (I told you, it's all a conspiracy) my ankle is giving out on me and I can barely get off the ground on any of my leaps. Thankfully, Tracy doesn't notice (or if she did she didn't mind) and though it hurt like a mofo the rest of ballet went well. And then hip hop and those four fouettes that I couldn't manage to pull off on my ankle... ouch >_< .
I came home and spent 30 minutes teaching my dad how to do some stuff on the computer, which I'm pretty proud of since I usually have negative patience when talking to my parents about computers. I go to bed around 11:30 even though I should have been sleeping around 10:30, since my throat had different ideas. I wake up and it's WORSE... I can barely croak out words about 2 octaves lower than my usual voice, or I can talk very lightly and high pitched, which is NOT me... C'mon people, if you know me, you know that when I talk, I talk loudly. So that was torture... Thankfully I didn't really have normal school today. I went to this leadership conference thing for high school, which was a lot like POWER except more focused and probably more helpful. I really had a lot of fun there and it made me a lot more confident in the incoming freshman class, because the people there really were nice. Of course, they WERE specifically picked to go to this thing... but hey, at least 80 freshmen will be okay =)
So I actually had a good day up to the point where I got home and realized I had nothing to take my mind off my damned throat. I have to go to dance at six or else Lisa will kill me for missing like 5 weeks in a row =P but I reallyyyyy don't like my first couple Wednesday classes because the girls are cliquey and Lisa gives us a lot of extra time to sit around and stretch and talk. I would be happy to try to talk to them but the only thing they talk about is guys and how slutty they are sooooo it's kind of annoying. Whatever, my throat is dead anyway. I'll resort to pitying myself and dancing when told today... I hope it gets better tomorrow =(
So sure, I guess it gave me a break for my big LA project, but it's still a bitch. I have Picture Day for my dance studio this weekend so I need to go and fix all my costumes and make sure they fit me right, then I gotta study for my Chinese school midterms. My throat has been killing me since Tuesday morning, but has gotten progressively worse since I had 3 chorus concerts that day at 3 different middle schools. When I came back, I was informed that someone found my picture on the internet through a Google search, printed it up, and had shown half the school (2001 pic... but for some reason everyone thought I was wearing glasses. No I wasn't. Open your eyes, people!!). Then I go and freak out about having a stalker, until I get home and find the site for myself-- it's the fucking official TAF website, and RIGHT underneath the picture is an article I wrote for it (along with the date the photo was from). Duh. We'll have more on computer/internet illiteracy later...
So I go to dance class half an hour early to meet this girl so I could learn part of the production dance that I missed on Saturday-- she wasn't there. It wasn't technically her fault.. but still, I was in a nasty mood so I decided to add that to the annoying events of yester-eve. Dance is worse than nasty because my throat was thoroughly stuck and as much as the world would like to deny it, dance can be considered as a cardiovascular activity. I was dying and we were only halfway through the first run-through of the dance-- not only that, but for some maniacally absurd reason (I told you, it's all a conspiracy) my ankle is giving out on me and I can barely get off the ground on any of my leaps. Thankfully, Tracy doesn't notice (or if she did she didn't mind) and though it hurt like a mofo the rest of ballet went well. And then hip hop and those four fouettes that I couldn't manage to pull off on my ankle... ouch >_< .
I came home and spent 30 minutes teaching my dad how to do some stuff on the computer, which I'm pretty proud of since I usually have negative patience when talking to my parents about computers. I go to bed around 11:30 even though I should have been sleeping around 10:30, since my throat had different ideas. I wake up and it's WORSE... I can barely croak out words about 2 octaves lower than my usual voice, or I can talk very lightly and high pitched, which is NOT me... C'mon people, if you know me, you know that when I talk, I talk loudly. So that was torture... Thankfully I didn't really have normal school today. I went to this leadership conference thing for high school, which was a lot like POWER except more focused and probably more helpful. I really had a lot of fun there and it made me a lot more confident in the incoming freshman class, because the people there really were nice. Of course, they WERE specifically picked to go to this thing... but hey, at least 80 freshmen will be okay =)
So I actually had a good day up to the point where I got home and realized I had nothing to take my mind off my damned throat. I have to go to dance at six or else Lisa will kill me for missing like 5 weeks in a row =P but I reallyyyyy don't like my first couple Wednesday classes because the girls are cliquey and Lisa gives us a lot of extra time to sit around and stretch and talk. I would be happy to try to talk to them but the only thing they talk about is guys and how slutty they are sooooo it's kind of annoying. Whatever, my throat is dead anyway. I'll resort to pitying myself and dancing when told today... I hope it gets better tomorrow =(
