I'm not depressed. I'm really not. I'm just bored.

I got a fish. A weather loach. His name is Todd. I had a hell of a time trying to set up his tank, though. He came with the tank to be precise (Hey, we're moving and we can't take the tank with us, would you like it for your goldfish? Oh, yes, sure. By the way, there's an eel in there, you can have it. ...okay.), but since he'd probably eat Sammy I can't put him in there with him. I've filled it up with water and gotten the top on and the decorations and the chlorine drops and whathaveyou, but then came time to set up the filter. o.O First it wouldn't go. It just refused to pump. I poked at the media and prodded things around and smacked it on my hand and didn;t realize there was water in it, and I got it all over the floor and the rug and the counter and spilled the gravel everywhere. I tried to hunt it all down but I couldn't find most of it, but then I remembered, See, this is why we have a maid. I finally got it though and now all is well and great and he's just having a fantastic time being spazzy. o.o And, um, I went to Elle's house yesterday for a kind of birthday-thing. Just the two of us. We went to this really good Vietnamese restraunt and had this delicious soup. XD Yay.

My grandfather has COPD and I'm coughing like he does right now. Trying to get all that crap out of my throat. I skipped last two periods on Monday and went to the beach with Elle, then again yesterday with Brandon (but only last period). Brandon's pissed off with our drill instructor. I think he might quit. Which is a shame because then they'll put me in competition and I don't really... want to. I don't know how to tell her that I don't care about winning. I don't care about my marching being perfect. I just don't. I go there to kill time. Two more hours toward bedtime, where I'll sleep and wake up and start the process over again. I don't care about anything in between. It's not my fault I can't memorize the entire sheet of medical procedures. My life doesn't revolve around first aid. I have school work to do, I have to sleep when I get home from school to relieve stress, so I don't do something stupid. Like skip classes. I can't decide... there's no motivation for me to go to school at all today. But I should. I shouldn't miss Drama and Woodshop again. I have work to do. Anyway. Elle and I went to the reef on our expidition (Brandon's a loser and hates the ocean, maybe he should get off an ISLAND), and we saw sunfish and a baby octopus and conch snails. I took loads of pictures. but I'm too lazy to upload them.

Copypasta from a forum I frequent: I got some blood tests done three days ago because I was having SEVERE abdominal pain and flu symptoms and you know, wth is up with that right. So I'm at a party last night and my dad phones me and is like "OH MY GOD go to the doctor's ASAP tomorrow morning 'cause the clinic called like eight times and they want to talk to you about your blood." So I get home the next day and after a long and not so funny adventure involving missing my bus and almost getting run over by cars and then bursting into tears on the bus I do catch, because, oh my god what if I have some terrible blood disease jesus h I'm gonna die aren't I, I get to the clinic and ...the doctor promptly tells me that I am COMPLETELY healthy blood-wise. And I also apparently have bronchitis and "You don't have a health plan? Well in that case, here's the most expensive medication you can take for that, side effects include the same things you came to see me for, have a nice day miss." Excluding the have a nice day part, seriously, I'm like "Uh, thanks," and he's all "Yeah, all right." I'm gonna shank him someday. :D

Wow, I was freaking out a few minutes ago for nothing. I got back from Carrie birthday party just now, and my dad had phones me at her house telling me the doctor phoned and wanted me to go see him and discuss my... blood... or something. So I'm like, "Mm'kay, cool," and Carrie offered to drive me there but I said No, I have to shower first because I'm not walking into that clinic with this greasy hair. so I shower and I thought the hours of the clinic were 10 - 3:00, so I figured I'd catch the 1:30 bus, but it turns out the hours are 10 - 1:30, so there goes that plan and that was the earliest bus I could take. So the clinic is closed Sundays and I'm freaking out and wondering if I can go after school Monday, then I remember, OH, WAIT, THERE ARE TWO BUSES. And one hapens to come at 12:15. So it's all good now. XD I almost had a heart attack but it's good now. Now I just have to not miss that bus and life will be dandy.

Pneumonia, yay! 8D I'm doing better now. Maybe I can go to school tomorrow... God willing. :/ I've missed so little work it's hilarious. XD All we were doing in Science was watching a movie I've already seen, so. :O This song is ridiculously stupid, no joke. Oh my gosh. I feel like laughing if it wouldn't hurt too much. x3 NOT A CHINA MAN CAUSE I NO FROM CHINA MAAANNNG I AM JAPAN MAAANNGG Tokyo Drift - Teriyaki Boyz here's hoping the html works lolol

I look like I've been through chemo, except I still have hair. My skin is ridiculously pale, my eyes have that stereotypically purple tinge around them. Spots on my face where I've had acne look bright red and splotchy becausE it stands out so well on my skin. But my lips are normal, if not even redder. They kind of look like two slices of tomato on a bed of mash potatoes or something. XD Well, not THAT bad, but close enough to be a metaphor. I want to sleep but I have too much energy. I get bored just lying there. Oh, and I have therap first thing tomorrow morning. Joy.

Oh my goodness. I'm so sick I can hardly breathe. Well, I can, but I have to go sit down for a bit after moving about. I tried to lie down but it's the same if not worse. I still find myself trying to suck in air. I've been on and off ill for two months now. But I know if I go to the doctor I know all he'll say is "It's your Asthma!" and hand me a catalogue of medications I apparently need to be taking. You know, I'm gonna stop bringing that up when I go in to see a doctor. Maybe if I don't mention my Asthma they'll look for different possibilities instead of dismissing it altogether. I mean, really. It's a lung disease, but not an automatic source of every single problem I have. Foot hurts? Asthma. Feeling dizzy? Asthma. Panic attack in gym class? That'll be your Asthma, miss. I just want to go curl up somewhere and either get better or die. One or the other, not this retarded sickness limbo I'm in right now.

It's Victoria day tomorrow, which means no school. Hooray. I remember when I was younger we used to make a trip out to the capital and watch the parade's, but there's a bad reputation of it always raining on Victoria day, that and we live too far away now, but it's all good. I have other means of entertainment.

Aw man my throat hurts like you wouldn't believe. I know Jenean got me sick, I just know it. School dances are such a joke, especially at my age. In junior high, school dances are less about the dancing and having a good time, and more about trying to be older than you are and getting drunk and throwing up all over the place and jumping off the bleachers and cracking your head open and then then principal has to talk to all the classes the following day and waste everyone's time (true story). And my friends yell at me for not wanting to go. "Ohhh, but III want to go to the dance, I'll pay for your ticket and everything, please I don't wanna be alone. *sadface*" Whatever. Why would I want to spend ten dollars to go see people act like idiots and dress like sluts and grind for four hours? I have way better things to do with my time. Like, anything else. And when the slow songs come on I'm either set up with someone or teased for not wanting to dance. Leave me alone! I'm not *lonely* or *shy* I'm just seriously not interested, mm'kay? I'm fifteen, not twenty-one, and I'll very well dance with someone if I want to, and I don't, so there. And this is why people consider me to be a loser emo kid or something because I don't want to dance with anyone and I'd much rather stay home or hang out with Tanya or Parker, who both happen to have a head on their shoulders. Anyway, my day yesterday. I hung out with Elle and we watched anime and giggled at YouTube videos and played 'ninja's' in the forest. We cut little eye holes into leaves of skunk cabbage and stared at people. We had fun.