monday was the christmas party. i got major sick the next day. stomach flu i think.
so i missed math and bio. i am never NOT going to math. if my arm is sawed off and i have SARS i will still go! i missed that one class and i was soooooo horribly confused :S i could have cried.
so because of this i think i may have bombed a test.
and hanna was being a douche. i swear to god that man despises me.
i swear that is how it would go down! i was sick, so that immediately means he gets free range at being a jerk. Asshatzilla coming through RAWR!
k, foreign music is funny! its some Japaneses song and 1/2 through it it switches to English. and all they say is "watch my leg love twitch." i wonder if we make up weird shit like that in our songs.
then scott had to work through his birthday. which pissed me off! i wanted to make him a lemon cake, perhaps dinner, and just have a sweet birthday together. but NOOOOOOOO Brian and Debbie had to send him off to some bloody crap hole in the mountains and have him work there till like 7. so his birthday blew major ass. i felt really bad for him. i got him some nice flannel sheets as a present though! they are dark blue (almost black) and FUZZY! they are really nice! i hope they keep him warm. even though he has the fan on every night....
anyways, i spent the night and he drove me home.
i was grouchy all that day (which was yesterday) so i was snippy to pretty much any poor soul that graced me with there presence. that and i had a killer headache the would no go away ALL day. not that mom and lee were great help. lee made sure that he stimed at level high, as mom whined about everything from the way the air tasted to why toe nails grow.
but then scott came to rescue me! exsept that we had plans to go see a movie. very terribly planned plans. as in, where are we going? dunno. what time? dunno, which show? i am legend. oh! its playing? i dunno.
in the end we got it so that mel, her brother, and his 3 friends, scott, torin, and i were going to see the movie in spruce at 7:35. i wasn't feeling 2 great, and was able to snag some food that i could shove into my face before the show started.
we get in (i was only charged as a youth! ha!) get some snackiez, find a seat and sit down to watch the show!
i had no idea what the movie was about. scott just said that it was really cool looking and that will smith was in it. from what i did see it looked like one of those shows where this guy was the last man on earth blah blah blah.
turns out this is some horror like movie where a thing thats suppose to cure cancer turns people into zombie vampire things.
me and horrors dont go well. like if i was pepper granules sitting in a dish of water, and horrors were a bar of soap, i flee as far away from this as possible.
so im freaked out completely. i crying, putting imprints into scotts arm and trying to crawl into the seat and get away. completely freaked out. and to top it off i felt like throwing up. great movie scene hu?
all scott did was say "i thought you knew" er, if i did, do you think i would go 20 feet near it? i got freaked at WAR OF THE WORLDS! like come on! if that made my skin crawl then this movie made it run a marathon. i tell mel that i wont be able to handle the whole movie, and im going to go. she feels bad and offers to drive me home. shes got 4 guys with her that she has to take care of, so i tell her no.
i lean over to tell scott ive gotta go and that im walking to his house. he says "i don't want you to walk. here, go sit in the car." then hands me his keys. thanks sweetly. your so nice. don't offer to sit in the car with me, or (heaven forbid) drive me home. yeah, Torin was with us, but Scott could have at least figured something out.
like what is it with him?! why cant he think of someone else other then himself?! yeah i understand that you spent 10 bucks and really wanted to see this movie, but im freaking out! how is it that i can bend over backwards to try and help others out and make them comfy, yet one of the few times im honestly not able to handle something i gotta tuff it out?!
why cant he be more caring? why cant he love me? what the fuck am i doing wrong?! i thought he might have change! yet every time i get hope its always stomped out! its like its his fucking hobby! its times like this i honestly think he hates me. why, i dont know but he does. he must if he enjoys seeing me upset.
i just wanna curl up into a ball and listen to my music. just get lost. never return. perhaps thats why people stay in comas. its safe and warm there. no pressure just you.
also. i was just pretty much told that one of my best friends, Amanda, was okay with the fact she might never see me again when she moves to Vancouver. i don't want her to move. ill miss her too much.
i wish i was loved. im going to go blow my nose and go to bed now. good night.
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