12:43 p.m.

im sick, again. i hate staying home. i need to do some homework though. ive puked up stomach acid and phlegm a number of times already today, my nose is running like a bitch, and i have to pee but im too scared i'll puke again once i go to the bathroom. i think i need some food to make this go away but if it doesnt make it go away im going to just be puking that up too.

i stayed up until about 2:30 last night, not because i wanted to, but because i was having one of those moments when everything had to be done right then. cleaned my room a little, fixed my fort, re-organized my backpack, did almost everything i needed to do. i knew i wouldnt be able to wake up today so i just told my grandma i was sick, which i am. i am going to do a lot of my homework, i keep saying this but its just me reassuring myself that i will do it.

the blonde one is in the office and he doesnt know why, i find this funny. im sure they'll just talk to him about missing most of world history on wednesday, he'll serve a detention, then be on his way. i cant imagine him doing anything worse that he cant remember, if it were anything bigger he'd be bragging about it right now. sarah wants me to see rocky horror picture show with her on saturday, its a midnight showing. ive never seen that movie and i know its a sin but im going to try and go with her. id have to get a ride, i was going to ask luc if hed be interested in going, maybe he could give me a ride if he goes. i hope im not still super sick by then.

jamie and i are supposed to hang out this weekend too, that should be fun because i barely ever see her at school anymore and we've been trying to hang out for about a week now. making plans sucks. im a little angry with zach but im not at liberty to discuss why, time to put on one of those emergency smiley faces that i keep in my back pocket.

i want my phone back, nowish. all the store needed to do was fix the keyboard and flash it, that takes a few hours at the most. i miss texting, talking for hours, not worrying about people calling my house at 3 a.m., getting stupid bitches numbers and threatening them and everything they have. gah im mad again, but as soon as i get my cream of wheat all will be good. actually its ready now, theres nothing more to talk about anyhow.