COUGHshrivel

So I'm sick. And it sucks. Usually, when you think back to sicknesses, it doens't seem as bad. Because you think, well, I got past it, and don't remember how badly it hurt. But when you're sick, like this, you want to die.

Therefore, through the transitive property,
I want to die. Or just get better.

So life has been sucking. Took the SAT IIs today. Walked out of the house with untamed hair and everything. It's a good thing I ain't caring no more, 'cause I looked pretty scary.

Chemistry was kinda weird, with 85 problems in an hour... but they were easy problems.
And math. 50 problems, but still didn't have enough time 'cause I kepted passing out and stuff, being extremely sick and cramped. They had awful chairs. Awful, I say.

And so this week sucked.

Dad issues. He has his problems. When was that. Thursday? Second day of Summer School.

Driver's Ed is crazy. Simulators are not simulating. Death is upon us. Speed kills.

Can't wait 'til health.

Aaahhhahaha.

I should get a job.