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09/07/2004: "Unis..and more unis...what oh what to do..."

Blegh, its been one of those days. It started with no wanting to crawl out of bed. Well, not quite. It started last night with my stomach acting up, then progressed to me worring for an hour. Then I got to sleep and didnt want to get up this morning. It was raining when I got up. I love rain, but it later spawned into tornado cells.

Went to school, and said tornado cells required us to sit in the hall for a number of hours. Being the school photographer, I got the wonderful privledge of getting up and walking around while people had books over their heads in the hall. Its wonderful pictures I tell you.

Well, then I had to sit down. For hours. People were yelling...and it was hot...and I got a migrain. I freaked my teacher out. He sent me to the office. Then had more people freak out. So, it was an intresting day.

Then went to journalism, nothing in there. Literaly. I need to find someone to fence, like, el pronto. I like writing, but, I dont know if this is the kind of writing for me. I prefer like...narratives. And as you can see, im not the best speller. So, I had nothing to do in journalism, and...read a book on wedding etiquette, yes, I was bored.

Was kept at school because more storms came in. Then I went home and napped, the one time things went right. Then when I wake up, I decide to visit Oscarwatch. Big mistake. I was pounced on by three people, and after my day, last thing I wanted was that. Sorry VSW for yelling at you.

Well, journalism isnt right. What is? I dont know. Im not a professional person. I dont think I could ever be a doctor or lawyer. I want to work with people, but not like...constantly? If that makes sense. I like writing. I love language. I like history even. What is cut out for me? Logan knows exactly what he wants, so does Frankie. I know alot of people dont, but where do I fit in? Not a clue. I just want to have an idea.

I just got over being sick, finally. You can tell my last column was nyquil induced now that I read it again. My stomach has started hurting again, and I just...cant stand it. I dislike being sick. I dont like having to worry if I hit my head I will have a fit. I dont like having to take time out of my day to lay down when my stomach feels like someone is stabbing me. But its life, its not fair, right? I dont like that the only relief I could get for my stomach causes more trouble. I dont like having to lay all my burdens on people I love. And it hurts worse when your parents dont think that something you think a is a major problem, isnt. Sure, it may not be a big problem, it will pass. But I like more than a 'its a part of life' or 'youll find something, oh but wait, no you would never be able to be that.' Its a pain.

Life can be a bitch sometimes, but it also has those wonderful people who make it completly worthwhile.