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Not gonna lie. I'm a little sketched out by the Celtic Women version of Beyond the Sea. Sketched. Out. Nightmarish? Very much so. I'm now a bit concerned about the amount of headaches I've been having. I take drugs, go to bed, wake up when it wears off, take more, go to bed, wears off, wake up, get coffee and more pain killers... It's getting a little ridiculous. I don't remember the last day I haven't had one. Or haven't carried around three ibuprofen in my pocket. Always. Basically the only reason I carry that silly backpack around some days. I do like feeling better, minus that, though. I also like spur of the moment plans. And talking to people I don't get a chance to at school. I kind of like having places to be. Maybe I should consider getting a job. Meh. Maybe not. It'll be on the to do list for next year. Today, I: -Shoveled. It's damn cold out. -Read a little bit of real book. A little bit of fake sparknotes. -Got some sources for Bio project. -Considered doing the British Authors outline. I'm going to start that tomorrow. Hopefully finish, too. -Got frustrated. Then got better. I want a place to wear these new dresses I got. I'm thinking of saving them for concerts. They're not the floor length red dress, But let's be real. That was over the top. Gorgeous? Yes. But still over the top. Tomorrow is going to be good. I don't know why. It's just going to be. "I need caffeine in my bloodstream. I take caffeine to the bloodstream." "Yeah I've got love handles, but I cannot handle love." ^I love that, haha. |
