feeling: eh, ok... kind of headachy. and kind of dizzy. but it's ok.

wearing: skanky light blue jeans. my green rent shirt, and ben's sexy shirt. and ben's hat. and my tennis shoes.

thoughts: i'm at ben's house, in his crazy chair. i feel like it's trying to throw me on the floor. but, surely, ben's chair wouldn't do that to me. hrm... ben just put rockapella on winamp. *sings along . . . only, not really, because i don't want to ruin the greatness of rockapella by singing badly.* *hums* so, i did NOTHING today, because i've felt sick all day. i thought i was dying when i woke up this morning. i overslept, then i was like stumbling around my room in an attempt to get ready. then i had TWO pop tarts for breakfast. eeeew. and some milk, which wasn't as cold as it should have been. dude, ben's backspace key is just as hyperactive as emily's. i keep trying to delete one letter, and it deletes everything. and i get all upset. ben's showing me his new site layout. wooooo. we're gonna have to go back to school soon *sniffle* but i think ben's making pizza. at least, i assume that's what he's doing. he came down and told me that i should never *throw* a pizza in the oven, because it would fly everywhere and be crazy. so, i guess he's either making a pizza, or just throwing one around for the hell of it. DUDE i love rockapella's version of 'up on the roof' seriously... it's sooooooo good. hrm. i have my (ben's) hat on backwards, because i'm cool. or something. and DUDE, i figured out that blog is from weBLOG get it!? dude, you prolly already got it, and i'm just stupid and blonde. but it's ok. i'm still amused. i really wish i had something more to write about. alas... i don't *sniffle* well, i must go and excuse ben from some classes. toodle pip.

*megan*