I'm so sick. Ugh. Needless to say, I didn't go and get my nose pierced. I just shuffled around my house under my blanket. Damn you, 24 hour influenza mixed with my never-ceasing mono! DAMN YOU!!!
I swear to God my mother hates me. We had another fight, because apparently, according to her, I'm an evil little child who is ungrateful. I told her to just leave me alone. And she wonders why I look so pale all the time. She always says "You look so sallow. You have no rosy undertones, like Meagan." Yes, Saint Meagan, with her neat little dimple and blushing cheeks. Maybe my gray expression has something to do with my seething hatred of being despised and blamed all the time. Because, of course, it is always me. It's never Mom being a crazy psycho, and taking it out on me. No, never. Nothing I do pleases her. It's why I'm sick. I've even stopped eating. Everyone knows I love eating.
Ugh, what an awful song. The original American Pie is so preachy, not to mention LONG! Okay, if today is the day the music died, why the HELL are you still singing you moronic American hick? The song is like, eight minutes long, and when you think the bastard is going to stop singing, the chorus starts up again. And then my annoying sister had to sing along. Someone save me from this Hell. Anyone. And give me some Tylenol while you are at it.
I realize this blog is just me griping. I did promise to write a better entry today, but I feel like wallowing in self-pity for a while, so unless you're going to cheer me up, leave me the Hell alone. Please and thankyou.

There is nothing on TV. Tomorrow I am getting my nose pierced. I slept for three hours. Marina giggled insanely at Spirited Away. She better give me my shirt back on Monday. I am on four commitees in choir. Food-pfft, I can't cook-Poster, Usher, and Speaker. I am so bored. I want to fall over. Should have gone to see the evening play. Too lazy. I promise to write a better entry tomorrow.

I skipped science today. Screw it. I do not have the energy to give a damn about energy.
I am watching my Hot Stuff turn slowly in the microwave...the package says it's a natural source of iron, zinc, vitamin a, vitamin b2, b6, and b12. I have a hard time believing that, but it will fill the hungry void in my stomach.
Stupid pop-machine stole my last few coins today. All I wanted was a nice, cool, diet pepsi, but NO! I inserted my money, heard a thunk, but no bottle emerged. Didn't get my cash back either.
Hehehe...sexual reference!
I didn't have the energy to beat the FUCKING SHIT OUT OF THE MACHINE, but I swear, next time I want a pop, I'll sell my soul to Satan. What left I have of it.

Well well well...how very interesting and sad...
In other news, the school plays were most honourable. My congratulations to Marina, Anthony, and Emily. They did a fantastic job. I liked both of them. I liked the Zero Sum Mind because of its wild ideas-which I actually understood-and I liked the American Dream because of its hilarity. Anthony looked very...I'll shut up now. Muaha, sorry Anthony! But everyone did a fantastic job and I am really looking forward to auditioning next year.
My mother is being a total bitch to me, although I understand why. I was in a pretty bad mood. Just some stuff. Oh well, no matter what, life will proceed with or without tears, so if I am forced to send them plummeting over my cheeks, so be it.
I am going to fail science. That isn't what is bugging me, but it is a definite downer. I hate physics. So much. So very very much.
Signing off with a blink and a stab and a pitiful moan.

What, exactly, is so God Damn hard about Pip, Squeak, and Wilbur? Possibly one of the easiest warm up games ever invented, and those stupid bitches in my gym class were baffled by the concept. Mr Wiebe said to get in groups of three, and sit in a line. The person in front was Pip, the second Squeak, and the last Wilbur, and they kept asking "Which one am I?" "Pip." "So, Ashley is Pip?" "No, you are Pip." "So, I run when they call Wilbur?" "NO! When they call Pip!" Needless to say, I wanted to gouge their eyes out. In fact, I do believe I will!

I have not blogged for a good long while.
Val has tickets to JCS? I think I am going to cry. Hard. I wanna go SEEEEEEEE!!!