OMG CHOCOLATE

I just ate half a bar of dark chocolate because I was craving something sweet.

Anywho. Woke up at 6:45 like always and realized I felt so soooo sick and decided to go back to sleep. After texting Shelley to tell her to find another ride, I flopped back over and slept until almost ten. I spent the morning watching wedding dress shows and cake shows until I got up and showered before lunch and went to the doctor's again. She's like, "Yep, you got UTI. Have fun pissing fire." Ughhhhhh. Came home, did some econ, and went to practice, where dancing for an hour had me feeling nauseous and so I threw up and sat out for half the rehearsal.

Home and I ate some dinner and then here I am. I still feel really sick, but I have to do more econ. Like really, I want to go lay down... ughhhh. And I have work tomorrow. Man, I kinda want to call in and be like, "Look bro, I'm sick and won't work tonight unless you want me throwing up on everyone and peeing every twenty minutes." Good God, I need to work but I want to go lay down... I'm considering working from my laptop, but downloading the worksheets will take houuuuurrrssss on that piece of crap. Hmm, maybe I'll just do the reading and save the worksheets for tomorrow. Either way, I HAVE to get unit two done by tomorrow night fo sho.

I couldn't stand Sarah tonight. Like really, you're gonna teach me a dance that you don't even do, but since you *think* you know it, you're gonna try and show it to me? No. I don't care if you're hyped up on hydrocodone or not, you're still annoying. I hate when she does that stupid hiss at me to get my attention, it's so annoying! I couldn't help but snap. Then again, it's probably my hormones reacting to the birth control... I'm gonna be moody for a bit. It's weird that these pills mess with my hormone levels each week and change them up. No idea why. It's probably a good thing that I'm at home with no one to snap at (except mom when she acts stupid).

Ughh. I think I'll go lay in bed now.

xx Hear The Black Birds Cry! Let Them Feel Your Hate Marz