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caithreamOoh. I think Harvey Danger was talking about me. Ladies and gentlemen, I am officially labeled 'pathetic'. Shall we delve right in?
Last night started off as okay. I wasn't feeling the best because I had eaten a big lunch. So Dad offered to go on a little walk, and we went. Now, since Saturday, when I was walking around at Busch Gardens, my heart had been doing this funny little jumping thing. I have had problems in the past with my heart not really palpatating, but doing a hard 'bump' every so often. The doctor told me it was doing this from too much caffiene and such. This time, it wasn't as hard, but it was doing it quite a lot. It kinda freaked me out. So anyway, it was doing it again last night while I was walking and also while I was in bed. Well. You know me. Once I get things going in my mind, I go head-on straight to paranoia. My mind jumped from one thing to the next; heart attack, heart failure, heart murmur, ect. Next thing I know, I get that awful nausea. Always, always, always. So yes. I got sick twice last night. Twice. Damn me. I hate it. I hate myself. I get myself so friggen worked up. I mean, when I get a really bad headache, I think I'm having a brain hemorrage. I swear, I'm a hemophiliac (that's the right word, isn't it?). I'm always afraid of something. Stupid me. I really shouldn't because there's probably perfectly good explainations on why it's doing that. Probably because I've been really tired lately and I'm kinda stressed with Mom. I don't know. What I do know is, I'm taking a sedative tonight at 9:45 and going to bed at 10:00. Yes.
The Spain people got back Saturday night. It was nice to see them all. I missed Haley a bit. Jaime brought be back some chocolate from London. So sweet of him. Kristen got me a guy on a keychain who looks like he's wearing a kilt. Hee! Haley said she got me something too, but is going to bring it tomorrow. I saw loads upon loads of pictures. Oh my gosh. I want to go to Europe so bad. Oh man. Just for a little bit, if at all. It looks so gorgeous. Unh. I wanna go. England, Scotland (a must!), Ireland, Germany, Austria, France... I am so hoping to get enough money kept up and one day going. Oh, to dream.
At this point, I think I need to gosalivate over and scream like a bloody idiot look at some pics of me Dom and Billeh. *Toddles off*
Last night started off as okay. I wasn't feeling the best because I had eaten a big lunch. So Dad offered to go on a little walk, and we went. Now, since Saturday, when I was walking around at Busch Gardens, my heart had been doing this funny little jumping thing. I have had problems in the past with my heart not really palpatating, but doing a hard 'bump' every so often. The doctor told me it was doing this from too much caffiene and such. This time, it wasn't as hard, but it was doing it quite a lot. It kinda freaked me out. So anyway, it was doing it again last night while I was walking and also while I was in bed. Well. You know me. Once I get things going in my mind, I go head-on straight to paranoia. My mind jumped from one thing to the next; heart attack, heart failure, heart murmur, ect. Next thing I know, I get that awful nausea. Always, always, always. So yes. I got sick twice last night. Twice. Damn me. I hate it. I hate myself. I get myself so friggen worked up. I mean, when I get a really bad headache, I think I'm having a brain hemorrage. I swear, I'm a hemophiliac (that's the right word, isn't it?). I'm always afraid of something. Stupid me. I really shouldn't because there's probably perfectly good explainations on why it's doing that. Probably because I've been really tired lately and I'm kinda stressed with Mom. I don't know. What I do know is, I'm taking a sedative tonight at 9:45 and going to bed at 10:00. Yes.
The Spain people got back Saturday night. It was nice to see them all. I missed Haley a bit. Jaime brought be back some chocolate from London. So sweet of him. Kristen got me a guy on a keychain who looks like he's wearing a kilt. Hee! Haley said she got me something too, but is going to bring it tomorrow. I saw loads upon loads of pictures. Oh my gosh. I want to go to Europe so bad. Oh man. Just for a little bit, if at all. It looks so gorgeous. Unh. I wanna go. England, Scotland (a must!), Ireland, Germany, Austria, France... I am so hoping to get enough money kept up and one day going. Oh, to dream.
At this point, I think I need to go
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Date: 2003-04-28 08:51 pm (UTC)Love,
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