You know that there's something wrong with you when you're begging your mother to let you go to school. I mean, WTF??? Most kids are begging to skip school. Geez....

So I'm sick again. Surprise there. I mean, since when aren't I? Well, it was a nice run, I wasn't ill and my only complaint was some really kinda bad joint pain and a migraine every once in a while. Oh, and to my doctor (who will most likely never read this): RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS MY ASS!!!! I bet it's some horribly incurable disease that I'm going to die from and thus have named after me. But really, it's strange, I've never had migraines up until recently (as in this year) and so that's weird...

But anyways...

OMFG!!!!!!!!!! If you are going to f-ing commit to some really expensive activity in which other people are relying on you paying money, don't f-ing back out at the LAST POSSIBLE MINUTE!!!!!!! I mean seriously, that just screws over everyone involved, ESPECIALLY THOSE IN CHARGE OF IT. A-kon was supposed to be my huge senior-ohmagawd-we're-graduating! gift to myself, and now I'll not be able to go unless we can get at least four more people to give us $90 by PROM. My dear Rai-rai has been having nightmares-NIGHTMARES-over this. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER BIRTHDAY PARTY! Now that's shot and we're all just going to have to sit on our asses from June 1-3 because we will not be in Dallas, we will be in f-ing Humble, TX. This basically just ruins our plans--I was working on skirts, she was making weapons--I mean, OMG, is it so hard to discuss your plans with your parents or to tell us IN ADVANCE if you don't have the money for the hotel so that we can find a replacement?!?!?!?!? Geez...just geez...If only I weren't sick, then I would be able to properly convey my anger in words. For now, I'm stuck with typing this:

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So...yeah...