So I am very close to being done my novella type-up. I am figuring that there is still a lot left to do, including many new parts and merciless revision of what I have already written.
In other news, KC was sick today and I was alone most classes. It was actually okay. I got to show off my new fake lip ring which I'm passing off as a real one. For some reason I felt kind of safe. Maybe it's the ring and the hair. Who knows.
I can't wait until the weekend if I go home this weekend. I want to scare my mother. I wonder what she'll say. Probably be pissed. I know Laura'll be pretty mad since she's not allowed to have anything pierced until she turns eighteen (or for a year, I can't remember which).
The stupid cat Whitey is trying to get me to pet her, but I'm not going to. I hate you, Whitey, just so ya know. HATE. Dumb cat.
I'm feeling pretty good, considering yesterday my legs hurt so very much from walking around West Ed yesterday all day. I took two Tylenol and that helped with the pain (which wasn't really a hurting pain but a dull annoying pain) but I had to actually take them, which as we all remember is something I don't like doing since my major setback in the mental coping with my problems department. I think it is the outer coating (which tastes really weird by the way) that makes me sick, which would make sense seeing as I tasted it while knocking them back and barfing them up. It is one of those things that you don't forget, and I find it funny that I haven't forgotten the taste of the suicide pills.
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