Wednesday, Mar. 01, 2006 - 10:39 pm
+ it's sadder when it totally takes out all of your energy. it's saddest when you end up having to go to bed at six at night for it. ... i'm that sick. lemmelone.
+ yes, i'm at elsbe's. she's upstairs getting pants and leaving the house/wearing real clothes for the first time since saturday. me? i'm not dressing properly, and i don't care. we're gonna go meet that guy to sell my drums to him, so we can take dad out for lunch tomorrow as a late birthday thing. wo0t wo0t. my butt hurts. wooden chairs can suck my peen. time to go for now.
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+ so today... well, yesterday now. i woke up to hearing elsbe giggling and kinda yelling as though being tickled or poked in the tummy. mild annoyance, i figure it has to stop soon... it doesn't. thus i get up, put on clothes, and go to her rescue. ..entertaining, to say the least. get in there and he's on top of her and i'm just like "um..." and start to turn around to walk out, when i hear that yell again... only this time, not muffled by the wall. eventually he gets up and goes to the bathroom or something, and i find out that elsbe's getting sick. great. murr. so i stay in there and talk to her 'till she gets up, and she coughs at least three times in the process... took a lot of convincing to get her up. nine thirty, they leave. she's taking him home, and going home to get her mom and brother to go work out. by ten thirty, i'm told they're not going because her mom doesn't feel like it, they're watching rent, then she's going to aaron's for him to change her oil, and coming to get me to go to the mall with them. we roughly guess around five... so i'm like "yey!nap". ..oh, how wrong i was. eleven: in bed, trying to get comfy. i reluctantly got up after not falling asleep at all in the five hours that i attempted it, just as grumpy if not grumpier than before. we went to sonic. we went to the mall. took aaron and rue home, came here for medications for teh sik elbeness, and took her home. did running for dad... ..talked to april for far too long, during which time she bought empire records for me vicariously through gramma's credit card, for which she shall be receiving a check. and i am now the sleepiest, happiest person ever, because i shall *finally* own my all time favourite movie. and now i'm off to bed, since i've bored you enough.
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+ why does distance make us wise +
+ oops fictionaldestiny: ::chuckles:: dad broke teh intarweb.
fictionaldestiny: earlier,
fictionaldestiny: his computer quit connecting to roadrunner,
SpecialDaG: aww
fictionaldestiny: and he was spazzing because the site was down and thought his computer was broken,
SpecialDaG: hehe
fictionaldestiny: so he disconnected it and connected the "backup computer" he'd bought a while back,
fictionaldestiny: (like $300 for a rebuilt one in case his dies)
fictionaldestiny: and it worked fine on there,
fictionaldestiny: i put avg on it and updated windows before he disconnected it,
fictionaldestiny: then it quit working on both my laptop AND both of his computers.
fictionaldestiny: and i'm like "YOOS BROKE TEH INTARWEBZ~!!!!111one"
fictionaldestiny: so i used my magical landa powers to make it work again.
fictionaldestiny: (i.e. unplugging and replugging the router)
fictionaldestiny: all the time sniffling and sneezing my arse off,
fictionaldestiny: and such.
fictionaldestiny: so it's working now, and i found out that he's going to some "single parents mingle" site thing,
fictionaldestiny: so i told him what his aim sn is, as he was confused by it and still asks me who fictionaldestiny is every time i im him,
fictionaldestiny: ..and still asks me what 'cats suck a lot' is when it pops up...
fictionaldestiny: and that i can hook him up with an msn messenger name if he needs one,
fictionaldestiny: then proceeded to run avg, ad-aware, and spybot... and he had two trojans.
fictionaldestiny: so i had to restart his computer, and he's more impatient than i am about it working xD
SpecialDaG: heh
fictionaldestiny: so it restarts and i get it running and the trojans are gone, and i'm just like "yeah, it works now. have fun." after i iget it to gmail for him.
fictionaldestiny: he thinks i'm some computer god or something, when i basically know common sense things.
SpecialDaG: nod, parents are all alike
fictionaldestiny: ::chuckle:: but it was fun to be all like "YOOS BROKE TEH INTARWEBZ~!!!!!!!1111oneone"
SpecialDaG: you're odd
fictionaldestiny: beautiful. he has another virus.
fictionaldestiny: and the thing went away before he could click delete.
fictionaldestiny: meh. you've known i was weird for a long time now. why you gotta hate?
Wednesday, Mar. 01, 2006 - 5:49 pm
+ don't breathe too deep it's sad when walking from the back of the house to the front of the house is a chore.
Tuesday, Feb. 28, 2006 - 2:51 pm
+ hello disease not coughing nearly as much as i was last night... though i feel my throat getting dryer and dryer. hatred. though elsbe bought me a cream pie shake (eaten) and a cherry creamslush (in the freezer), so that helped a lot. i think i'm gonna grab the creamslush before we leave...
Tuesday, Feb. 28, 2006 - 2:13 am
+ i'm illin' so, i'm sick. i left at midnight to go get cough drops for myself because all of the medicine is at elsbe's.
why the holy hell did i think that i wouldn't end up sick after spending two days around her, helping her out while she's sick and such?
swear, i'm sometimes too dumb for life.
though, it's been nice. her mom's been quite permitting, and we've spent the last two days up in her room watching movies on her laptop. it's been quite a while since we've been able to just relax like that. and i was happy to take care of her like she's done for me so many times while i'm sick...
..and i'd hoped that the time wouldn't come again so soon, but it looks like it has ::cough cough hack::
Sunday, Feb. 26, 2006 - 3:05 am
+ out of the abyss walked a cow, elsie
eleven thirty: comfy and near sleep... someone texts me... either selana or elsbe.
noonish-noon thirty: the other of the two texts, julie calls and i roll over
yanno, i love my julieness dearly, but i'm already in bitch mode from not being able to sleep like i'd hoped the night before.
one: gramma calls. i roll over and ignore again.
one forty five: elsbe calls to inform me she's coming by for an outfit opinion because her mom and brother both say she looks fat in it.
my reaction: ::stare at wall:: . . .
a bit before two: elsbe gets here, comes in my room, asks how she looks. i tell her she looks really good (which, she did), and asked her why she dressed nice. said it was for mall later. i go yey and ask her to lock the door on the way out.
..mean? i think not. by this point, i've been trying too long for a one to two hour nap that hadn't begun.
two twentyish: i hear the front door lock as she goes out. yey!alonesleepytime
two twenty five: i realize my bladdar is about to kill me, i pee and go back to bed.
two fifty nine: i'm so near sleep i could die happy.
right at three: i hear the clawing begin... and sango's mewing.
three fifteen: she's still at it.
three thirty: oh yeah.
three forty five: goddammit, she has to get a sore throat or something soon ::scratchscratchmewmewwhinemew::
four: ::throws book at door:: SHUT UP! ::sango stops, i roll over contented::
four o'eight: MEWMEWMEWWHINEWHINEMEWMEW!SCRATCH
::eyes open slowly, rolls over, sees duct tape... hurls at door::
four fifteen: MEWGODDAMMIT!SCRATCHINGFROMHELL
my reaction: OHMAIGAWD SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
sango: . . . ::walks away::
me: ::looks at time, nearly cries::
