Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Insomnia Controls Me

So, I almost made it 24 hours without sleeping...I was only off by about ten minutes. This week has been super crazy so far, and it's only Tuesday.

Saturday I woke up not long before having to attend Thanksgiving dinner at my gma's. We were the first ones there, but closely followed by everyone else. After eating, we played Sequence, and everyone in my family is intensely competitive. We were like screaming and half of us were on cold medicine and in that weird sleepy nyquil induced phased out mood. Regardless, it was fun. I think I may be the only person I know who actually doesn't dread these sorts of get togethers.

Sunday I woke up at one and left at 145 to go to Norma's for scrabble. However, I helped her clean her gutters, because that's what we did. No other explanation needed. Fun times (sarcasm), the hose thingy turned into sprinkler system and went nutso. Anyway, I was so tired, that when we were playing scrabble, I couldn't spell or think. I lost. Twice. Then, I went to Giant Eagle to buy condoms for Aaryn (explanation later) and I was being all discrete about it, until the cashier was like "Do you want THESE (held up in air) bagged separately from the donuts?" I was like "Put them in the bag." And I left...embarrassing. Then I went to Wal-Mart, as I waited for Amanda to call me so I could go to Aaryn's house and decorate her room. I bought yarn so I could crochet something. Then, I went to Aaryn's house and decorated her room with scented/colored/flavored condoms. Then, we played TriBond, and I watched tv until like 2 am. At this point I fell asleep.

Monday: At 415 AM, my alarm went off, and I was so tired, I couldn't figure out why it was ringning...I thought someone was calling me, and after only 2 hours of sleep, this was completely acceptable. I proceded to Country Fair to buy a fairly large caffeine-packed cappuccino. The guy at the counter was like, "Good morning!" I was standing there in obviously slept in clothing, with gloves at 430 am, in 30 degree weather, and this man was sooo increbibly chipper. "I uttered a sleepy, "hi" and paid. Then he was like "Have a nice day!" and I think I said something about it being ass early. Then I drove to Erie to acquire Aaryn. Only, there are two exits for the same road...and well, you guessed it, Stef took the wrong one and was driving aimlessly through erie on a caffeine buzz. After not finding 14th, but 12th and 15th, I went to a country fair to ask where the amtrak was. A stoner was like "What is Amtrak?...Erie has a train station???" And the clerk was like "I have no idea," as did 8 other customers...I knew at this point in time, that I had chosen the wrong place to stop...Well, 5 minutes and one business guy later, I was back on the road. I finally found the damn thing, following three traffic violations, including a u-turn and wrong way on a one way street. Just as the passengers were getting off. Then we drove back to Meadville where I picked up Brittney and a very exhausted group of people went to Perkins. We were all in that goofy phase of sleep deprivation, it's a shock that we didn't get thrown out. The eggs made me sick. I had the shits for awhile...Nice to know, huh? Then I took her home, Aaryn's brother to school, and back to her house. Now, you'd think I'd have slept, but alas, we started to play DDR. Then Frequency, then watched Gilmore girls. Then as boredom increased at a surprising rate, we went back to perkins. This lasted until about 1130. Then I learned how to crochet and at 2 am, went home to sleep. This brings us up to now.

Tuesday: I took aaryn to an orthodontist appointment and am sitting on her computer playing Family Feud. I am thinking of sleeping as I am incredibly tired. Peace out homes...sorry for that. I am tired.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

why do we need to title each entry

I am so tired. I fell asleep while updating MSN Messenger. I drank orange juice this morning and have come to the conclusion, that I do indeed have an ulcer because I got that death sickness nausea again. I'm so sick right now. And cold. I think I'm going to go to sleep.

The mailman didn't fucking come until 7:13 pm today. And I didn't even get my shoes that I ordered. Fuck them. Want shoes!!!

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

So, apparently, I am a very creative person. I'm convinced my cousin is dead. We have not spoken in days! Rae, if you are in heaven, you can read this: "I miss you. Send me telepathic messages. I've been in the Sphere, and I will manifest you. If I just imagine that you are not dead, then you won't be."

Hmm, I spent hours on the phone attempting to pay a hospital bill that I am not supposed to pay. Wonderful, huh? Yeah.

Aaryn is coming home soon and I can not wait. We are going to do what some would call "gay," and by some I mean Rae. We're going to get all dressed up and go rent a movie, then go back to her house, drink fake wine or that sparkling grape juice stuff, and take black and white pictures of ourselves. We might even smoke...ooh, rebellious. We're also going to go to the new Movie Theatre and use the photo booth because we live in Meadville...and there is nothing else to do in Meadville. Also, Perkins will be making tons of money, and by tons I mean $5, from us and our coffee/cookie binges. Hmm, let's see what other strange things could we do? Not sure yet.

I'm eating a peanut butter cookie and drinking Dr. Pepper. Today, I was attacked by a black bear. Yeah, I know, seems unlikely, but it happened. I have scars to prove it. Yeah. I beat it off with my shoes. Those damn bears really hate when things hit them in the eye. Who'd a thunk it, right? I should've gone to Wal-Mart today like I had planned. I need to buy pudding and coconut for a pie I am making a friend for her birthday, but when I looked outside and there was tornadic activity, I decided to just sit around and finish Sphere. Around 230, I decided to get the mail, as I am expecting a pair of shoes and on the way back, the gosh darn bear bursted out of the woods and attacked my left leg. Needless to say, I have a prosthetic leg. Anyway, back to the story: It attacked my leg. I hit it with my shoe. Bear dead. I did not get my shoes in the mail...:( Sadness.
I don't think that it was just menstruation making me ill, however, I woke up at precisely 8 am and felt like I was 18 again. And by that, I mean I was able to sit up and walk around without vomiting up my lungs and duodenum.

And I think I dislocated my thumb last night in my sleep. It hurts like hell, but only when I apply pressure to the top or when I move things. I tried to stir some mac and cheese, but they were too heavy for my thumb. It was either my insane movements while sleeping or it is from being beaten by a cat on Saturday, but I don't know why it wouldn't hurt until today. The heating pad seemed to work, and BenGay did not do shit...so I just sit in pain...deal with it, that's my motto. Not really, but whatev. And its my right thumb! I'm not left-handed.

This is about Sphere, if you have any intent to read this at some point, and don't want to know what happens, don't read... Sphere (although I have about 70 pages left) was disappointing in the sense that Jerry was really Harry...I really wanted it to be an alien, not just some subconscious thing controlling a squid. It is, however, a real page turner. And what the hell is with Beth getting all up in Norman's grill and getting naked and shit? He never even thinks about his wife when he decides not to fuck her. You'd think that one of his thoughts would've been "I'm married. With children." Not just, "Wow, Beth is acting strange." Men never do that...They never go "Sex? With a beautiful woman? Hmm, not now, because she's acting a little odd."

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Mystery Solved

Well, the death sickness mystery has been solved and I am 2432975% positive I am not pregnant. Now if you are really retarded, I will be less subtle: I am bleeding from my vagina. Yeah, I used that word, and I never use that word.

I am getting The DaVinci Code for X-Mas from my mommy! Yayness.

So now instead of nausea, it's more of a "I wish I were dead" crampy feeling.


Maybe I should get my stomach pumped because I am incredibly nauseus all day, every day. I really don't know what to do...I don't know what's wrong. It's really pissing me off, and I just want to cry because I'm sick all the time. Including now, and its hard to walk without wanting to vomit or keel over from pain.

I swear to God, I will fucking freak out if a certain person keeps asking me if I have a job yet. Let's see, if I apply at every place in FUCKING MEADVILLE and no one hires me, then I'm pretty much out of options. My guess is, having a brain makes me overqualified, since I don't know how you can be not qualified to wash fucking dishes at a restaurant. It just pisses me off so much to hear the question from teh same god damned person every day. He asked me again last night, and in front of like 10 other people, I semi-freaked and was like "stop it!"

Ugh, I want to vomit. I know I'm not pregnant, unless by some miracle I was impregnated by the tons of guys who don't come around and stick their penii in me. I just want to die. Sleeping is the only thing that makes me feel ok, and I can't fall asleep because I'm so nauseus. I just want to know what I should do...

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Where are you sleep??

Jesus H. Christ and a chicken basket. It is almost 330 am, and I am still sitting here awake. And its not like I haven't tried to fall asleep...but as soon as I lay down, I am completely awake again. Fuck cappucino...A car drove by one minute ago...at 322 am. Who is out, especially out here, at fucking 322 am? No one in their right mind, that's who. Oh, I just want sleep...My tongue is sore, like a muscle gets sore, not like I bit it. I'm really fucking tired and the screen is blurry. I think my lack of glasses might have something to do with that. In my extreme sleepiness I will fuck around with the colors and texts and shit. Please fell free to advertise in my comments section. Really, please, because at this hour, I could use a laugh.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Death Sickness

I was watching a show on the Discovery Channel entitled “Super Obese,” and decided that I will do anything it takes to not look like those people. A woman had a 200+ pound tumor, but when they removed it, they cut off some lymph things. The one guy was put on steroids to increase his metabolism and it backfired. He ended up shooting up to 829 pounds. Now, I think I am fat, but I don’t weigh near that much…good lord, I don’t even weigh 200. I’m only 40ish pounds overweight, not seven hundred. I honestly don’t understand how you can let yourself get that fat. If you have a medical condition, that’s a different story, but if you just sit around and eat Cheetos all day, then fuck you. The show kinda made me want to go run around the block. And we have a huge ass block…we’re talking several miles. It pisses me off that a doctor actually told me I was severely obese…I weigh under 170 pounds. How is that severely obese? What an ass...I can't imagine why he left the country...

Eek, I've had this death sickness for like a week. My symptoms are so weird. Diarrhea, nausea to the point where I can't move, dizziness, toothache, runny nose, cough (off and on), headache, deep deep sleep, restlessness, hyperactivity, fatigue. I think that's it. I want to die.