"When it was winter I used to get Dad to turn on the gas pump and i'd dance around in it. Just like a Cloud."

Doing stuff when you're sick sucks.

Today I woke up at 8 in the living room. Erin and I moved out mattresses in there. It feels like my room isn't even my own. I'm never in there and I always either sleep in Erin's room or Josh's. The only time that I sleep in my room is when one of them is sick of me.

So today in point form:
-Woke up to Erin pouring me a nice cup of coffee and handing it to me through the pass-thru.
-Frantically typing an assignment for my Modern Poetry Class
-Going to a Doctor's appointment at 10: 15
-Talking to the registrar about getting a new password for Web Advisor
-Going to Modern Poetry
-Meeting with the Chair of the English Department
-Meeting with the supervisor of the registrar's office
-Going home and stuffing a chicken wrap down my throat
-doing another paper
-being late for Rel.

Typing this shit.
bye.