Does It Really Get Better?

I'm starting to think it doesn't. Oh? It's not so bad you say? I beg to differ.

• I have an upper respiratory infection. I also happened to have given it to my ENTIRE family.
• I like this guy. And he posted on my wall, I think he's worried that I've been out all week. So I commented back. He hasn't.
• My friend Emily stopped by my house. To pick up my sister.
• For a Joanne's run. Okay, I never really liked fabric or sewing. For our group cosplay.
• "Oh, well buy me mine?" "Sure, sure." She gets home? Green Fabric, Green Fabric. And hey look! Nothing for Sierra. Yay.
• Oh, The top of my "Life's a Bitch" Sundae, Ashley the bitch that drove me insane on the band trip to Arizona? Yeah she keeps patronizing me. 
• And she thinks she's making it better.

So yeah, shoot me 'cause I wanna say "My Life Sucks"

Sick

So I have this friend that makes blog posts when she's sick about her symptoms. So here:

• Fever of almost 100 degrees
• "Chills" as my mom calls them but I clearly thing that is miss named because I have flashes of cold AND hot.
• Lethargic(ness?) even though I slept over twelve hours last night with trouble falling asleep and staying asleep
• Runny nose
• Horrible cough
• Burning sensation in the nose and throat (both solved when I constantly drink tea but I can't constantly drink while sleeping.)
• Feeling that I don't know what I'm doing or what some people would call hallucinogenic (although I sorta feel that way all the time)