wearing: sweat pants, and a sweat shirt, and big wool socks.


feeling: i think... that i'm dying. *sigh* everytime i sneeze i'm like "dear god, my head's collapsing!" i'm coughing all the time, i've ceased throwing up, which is good... but i still have a horrible headache and i think all my muscles are like... disintegrating


listening: stuuuuuart


thoughts: so, i went to homecoming tonight, at my mother's insistence. i felt ok at first, like at emily's before hand... i was a little anti social, but i really wasn't feeling too bad. then at carlos o'kelly's where we went for dinner... i was like "i really do'nt feel like eating, because i'm dying *nod*... then, the dance, as usual the music sucked, i felt like crap... and like, everyone except maybe five of us... was grinding madly on the dance floor. seriously, i do not need to see that. also, there were several girls who were wearing tie on shirts, and had i felt well enough to stand up, i SO would have untied them. i hate shirts like that.


afterwards, diana and will (patrick's little brother... and my date.. he was so cute) and i went to the java house, and i had a huge mocha, and now the caffeine and the nyquil are doing battle. uhm... yeah, homecoming sucked, as usual... ben won most talented male, congratulate him... not like he'll care, but whatever.


i... am going to go lay down (lie down?) and die.


see you all on monday (because, yess, i'm going to school even if i'm still in a comatose state)


*megan*