Man, I am so worn out. Emotionally. Mentally. What-have-you. I'm even having a hard time going to sleep, though that might just be because I'm going too early.

And I'm getting head-aches. I never, EVER get headaches. Not even if I'm really sick, which I'm not often anyway.

Right behind both ears, but especially to the left ear. -.-

The whole stage fright thing is wearing off, which is good. I don't want to feel like it's a big deal, because it really wasn't. Besides, I'm really starting to hate big deals.

Sean's leaving on a "Manly Man Trip" with a few guys from Youth Group. Just for the weekend. In all seriousness, I'm glad he's spending that much time with someone he *actually* respects. If I tell him off, he just figures I'm siding with Mom for brownie points or something, even though that makes no sense, and I call her out too. Charlie can definitely sort him out, given enough time. He sorted me out. Not that I needed that much sorting. Seriously. I guess Dad just made a bigger impression on me than on Sean, not that I can blame him.

This post is turning a little morbid. JUST a little.

AJ thought I'd broken into his house earlier today, because the myspace homepage on his computer greeted him with my user name. Same thing with facebook. I bet it's because I always use Mozilla at his house, and he switches to IE without even realizing the difference. Which would mean that today is the first time he's used Mozilla in...three days, and he doesn't even know it. Wow.

We called him Sloth on the Appalachia trip. Funny story behind that.

I think I know where my headache came from. I was playing with that mosquito ringtone on the internet, and I turned it up real loud to see if Sean could hear it downstairs. *Don't try this at home.*

I once tested my hearing range with a pop-up add by playing ring tones of ever-increasing frequency. I got up to 18 or 19, and I can't remember if it was in megahertz or kilohertz or what. That's pretty high, even for my age. If someone hits the breaks and I'm not IN the car, then I have to cover my ears. Really, it's that painful.

Remember when I posted about a subject, really getting into the nitty-gritty of it, (or so I thought,) exploiting every possible angle? Nowadays it's more like my brain vomits on the keyboard. A slew of half digested thoughts,

Man, if I could finish that sentence, I'm sure it'd be almost poetic.

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Surprises that have come with this year's Spanish Food Project:

Mary and I get along very well.

I had a blast cooking the food. Probably because it was a dessert.

Actually, that's it.

I should probably learn how to use GIMP. I just found out that the photo editor I use was discontinued 4 years ago...

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This rather sucks. I set time apart for a good quality post, and the server is down. The server is half fixed, and now I can't remember most of it. Oh well, here comes a mediocre post...

WARNING: This section might make you queasy.

I finally missed a day of school. On Wednsday night I went to bed with a sour stomach. At about 3 A.M. my intestines' squirming became to painful to sleep through, so I woke up and went to the bathroom. Minimum results. I tried to go to sleep, but I was forced back to the porcelain throne again. This process went on until about 4, when I actually moved to grunting. (I was fully awake then.) Suddenly, my stomach roared (it didn't growl). Imagine a bucket pouring out. Now imagine that the bucket is your colon, and it's pouring out...something unmentionable. Pouring. I was so suprised that when I finally closed my mouth I needed a drink of water for my dry mouth. Then again, that might have been the huge loss of fluids. I slept decently after that.

The next day I feel a bit queasy, but it's ok. That is, until I eat the school's meal of the day. Spicy Taco Salad. Greasy beef, thick spicy cheese, and some tortilla chips. After that, the slight discomfort turned into more familiar gut wrenching-ness. I told a teacher or two to beware, because there had been "rather extensive bowel movements" earlier that day. I got yelled at.

During my last period I asked to use the bathroom. The teacher understood. While in the bathroom I learned that it was mostly a false alarm. I would push at what I thought was waste, to find it was only a gas bubble. I actually hurt myself by farting too hard. Right in the middle of my business, the fire alarm went off. That's just freaking ackward.

More to come.

EDIT: to finish the story...
After school, I moped about for a while, and my mom finally gave me some Alka-Seltzer and Gatorade. I never knew that the effervescent goodness could make me barf so fast. Or so smoothly. There was hardly any turbulence, and I felt much better afterward. I think I can genuinely say I enjoyed vomiting. Hopefully that won't become a habit.

So, I was severely dehydrated, and pretty tired. Mom used my one technicolor yawn as an excuse to get my out of school. So I did out of school stuff. Namely, avoiding chores and make-up work. I sucessfully beat two temples on Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess and...ate a bowl of icecream. Wasn't very hungry.

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