Happy Thanksgiving!

Another day spent in bed. I forgot how much I hate being sick. As much as I love spending time in my bed, I like it it better when I can breathe through my nose. Oh well, John and Kate marathon today! And my parents are coming home with some food for me. I could go for some mashed potatoes and some more OJ. Not that I haven't drank a gallon of it in the past 24 hours.

So tired of being sick.

I had an absolutely awesome weekend at the beach, despite it being really fucking cold. However, I started to get sick on Sunday but I felt fine up until yesterday night at work. I feel fucking horrible right now. I hate colds so much. At least it's not a fever, and I can probably get out of going to thanksgiving dinner tomorrow because I don't really feel like going to pottstown to have an awkward dinner. The one thing I hate about colds is not being able to breathe out of my nose and taste anything. OH WELL. Hopefully I'm better by friday. I hate my body and how it randomly decides to be sick at the worst times. I guess I'll just spend my night at home watching the flyers and disney channel with a big gallon of OJ. GOTTA GET THAT VITAMIN C.

Fast times at the jersey shore.

Finally, break starts tomorrow. Kate, my mom and I are heading down to the beach for the weekend. Everyone thinks I'm psycho for going but I love the beach all year 'round. It's always nice to get away from here.

Stay Cold.

Aside from it being so unbearably cold, I've had one of the best days I've had in awhile. For starters, I made honor roll for the first time on two years! My classes were easy as anything, but I'm so excited and happy. My mom was so stoked and gave me a huge hug. I love making her proud, as cheesey as that sounds. I also came home to find one of the best pieces of mail I've ever recieved: a simon gagne shirt, an awesome mix cd, and a my little pony birthday card...containing TWO FUCKING FLYERS TICKETS. I haven't been to a game in 12 years! I have the best fucking friends EVER. It made my whole entire day.

My dad told my grandma about my tattoo...and her reaction was "WHAT'S SHE GONNA DO WHEN SHE'S OLD AND SAGGY LIKE ME?!!?!" my dads response? "WHAT DO I CARE, I'LL BE DEAD BY THEN!"

Happy birthday darling.

Wednesday was my birthday. Kate slept over, then allie, sean and i drove down to eddies so I could get my tattoo. I absolutely love it. It turned out way better than I thought it would. The pain was exactly what I expected but it was bearable. It didn't go over too well with my parents. They knew I was getting one but they expected it to be tiny. They both flipped out at me and it was ugly but my dad finally came around. My mom's still mad even though it was for her but I think she'll get over it.

Today my dad and I got to pose with Bill Clement and the Stanley cup. WE GOT TO TOUCH IT. It was fucking awesome. We waited in line for two hours, it was crazy.

My internet's been all sorts of fucked up ARGH.

Can't stay the same.

It's weird how something that used to eat away at me and make me cry doesn't even phase me anymore. I rarely think about it, and infact, I don't really care that it happened anymore. I don't care if that sounds bad because I cared enough and already tried to do what I could. I'm greatful with how most things are now. I'm trying to focus on the positive aspects of the relationships I have and those I lack. I've realized that weird situations happen with people, it's just a part of growing up and it happens for a reason. It sucks, but you can't let it eat away at you. Just pick up and move on.

Through and through.

Today sucked. Work was so ridiculously busy. There were wayy too many people packed in the store, I couldn't move. Then I was stuck in a shit ton of traffic coming home. I can't go to the shore this weekend because we're getting a shit done of work done on the house so I have to wait another two weeks. God fucking damn and I was looking forward to that. This week is going to suck I already feel it.