I Am Not A Pig

Therefore it is impossible for me to have swine flu.
But Mom insists that I have it. Feh.

In other words, I'm horribly sick. I can't get hungry, because my stomach does the weirdest shit and it hurts. My head is packed full of mucus and slime and it's disgusting - I have to keep a roll of toilet paper with me should I need to blow my nose/sneeze/cough up a lung.
I get pounding sinus headaches every six hours or so and those suck. I get the weirdest crazy thoughts. Last night, I was talking to my friend Candy, when all of a sudden I totally spaced and thought my head was trapped in an orange box. That was the biggest wtf ever.



tl;dr I hate being sick as a... well, excuse the pun, but sick as a dog.

I found a song that has a bit of an Obama speech in it and it's weird - if you put a beat to Obama's 2008 campaign speeches, they're way more awesome.

I'm going to Disneyland in February...

There's a full moon this Saturday, which means I will be antsy during Saturday School... fail.

I have accidentally almost called the same person twice, from both my cell phone AND Yahoo messenger... even my technology is like, "dude, just fuckin' call the person already". Bad technology. Bad.

I'm starving my face off.

And I'm bored to jesus almighty.

SO HERE'S ME AS A GUY





Sorry guys, no DRAM today. :< Too sick to think up awesome things.