and you said the truth's like corn and lies are like weeds

I'm in such a hyper mood.

So first. I saw Bernie makin out with his girlfriend today, after work. Then I vomited in my shorts.

Second, got some tips today. Score! Now this is what's going to happen - just cos I happen to have some cash on me, I'm gonna go on thinking I'm all rich and I'll buy a ten dollar salad for lunch tomorrow. I so lose.

Third. Alright, so I am slightly moody cos I was just thinking about something. There was this guy in my writing class second semester (you know, before I got ass sick) and this is why life sucks: he used to stare at me all the time, like really obviously, we sat across from eachother. But then the prednisone started to kick in and I started getting really poofy and he stopped looking. Why are people so shallow? Okay, so my puffiness is slightly drastic. But it'll go down soon. And then I'll be hot again. And he'll be sorry. We're bound to be in some classes together cos we're both history majors. Biznaaattch. It's good, cos first semester I'm in all 101 classes, so I shouldn't see him in those cos he's going to be a junior. Oh my god, I am only slightly obsessive. I didn't even think he was cute or anything, totally not attracted to him at all. Someone shoot me in the shorts. Actually no, he was pretty cute, in a very tall skinny pale boy with dark hair kind of way. Oh no he was really cute. Oh no. Shorts. Gun. Bam.

Oh no. Why am I so poofy. This is so depressing. And my doctor said it might not go away for another six months, meaning, I have to go back to school like this. Once again, shoot me in the shorts.

I'm only thinking about this so much cos we got our pictures back from picture day and I saw the picture of me and vomited. In my shorts. Anyway, keep on rockin in the free world, bitches.