I chose my eyes

Wow, I really should go get dressed now that my laundry is done. I knew getting on the computer would put a delay in my plans. It doesn't help that I can't sleep at night so I make up for it in the morning by sleeping in past noon. Which is sorta good cuz I hate breakfast now, so I can skip right to lunch. The sad thing is that I'm still tired. All my clothes were dirty so I washed them and ate and played Sudoku while waiting. Then I tried to upload pictures onto myspace but couldn't, even though I could upload them onto Facebook. Well, now you know where to go to find them.

Still no sign of Ms. Annabel, I had a dream we found her and it was back to the normal racing out to my car to beat her out to it so she doesn't get ran over. Maybe she did get ran over? Taylor refuses to believe that she could be dead somewhere. The last I heard of her she was screaming her little cat scream in the front yard, but that was while I was sick so I couldn't do anything about it. I hate sitting here in my pajamas though, I should get dressed and get a move on. Maybe I'll wait til tomorrow to get money out of the bank so I can pay my cell phone bill and get gas. The longer I wait the better. But, alas, I'm only delaying the inevitable.

When I can sleep I have weird dreams. Last night I had a dream where I got kicked off a bus (kinda like the Metro) for getting in a fight with Ashley which started out verbal then got physical. It got my point across though, she was the whole reason I got on the bus in the first place. Later on in the morning I had a dream about the book I'm writing: Believe. I have an idea of how I want chapter 13 to go now but it's one of those things where I don't want the book to trail on forever and I'm not even sure what direction I'm taking it anyways. Guess I'll need to ponder more on that later.

Well Alaina's nudging me so I should get going. Gotta get all cute for my Taylor tonight!

I still believe in your eyes...

I was actually able to eat today. That's great news. I had subway too, and that makes it better because that's hardcore stuff. I did my typical running around, got my cars oil filter, and bought pop for the first time in nearly two weeks. It still tastes funny but at least it doesn't taste like acid anymore. I'm well on my way to being 100% healthy again! I went to the doctors yesterday and ended up getting my flu shot, which didn't hurt at all, I was waiting for her to do it and she said that she was done already. I learned lots of stuff about me, health wise. Senior was nice and picked up my medication for me before I had even woke up. I tried to take one of the pills, that my doctor promised would be small enough to take, but it got stuck on the top of my mouth (how does that even happen?) So I had to end up opening it up and swallowing the powder, which numbed my tongue and lips for a good hour. Fail.

My goal was to vacuum my room today but I didn't because senior slept in all day, so I was courteous and let him continue. I registered for winter semester yesterday after a TON of complications with the system. I only got two classes that I actually wanted to take which were math and biology. Other than that I got stuck with government and British literature. Which I'll be good at, I'm just tired of it.

Bowling Friday!! I told myself I would only go if I was eating regular, because that would mean I was healthy enough and wouldn't relapse. Taylor said he may be able to come bowling and stay out later so we can do so. I'm glad, because last time Matt was there with his woman and Jeff was my temporary relief from that scenario. Matt seems to have really changed, even Nick admitted it. He used to be like me. Jumping around having fun and fooling around with Nick; but now he just sits there and smokes and drinks with Kristina. Even Kristina got up to dance to the Cupid Shuffle, which I successfully managed to mock her and basically learn the dance. Now that I know HOW to bowl, I can actually do well. Last time I scored an all time high of 106! That's great for me! I had to break 100, Jeffy and I had a bet going that if I didn't, he got to take me out to eat as friends. And if I did he had to ask me to dinner as friends. Well, once again, it's not hard to say no, children. Back to Matthew though, Nick said that ever since Kristina moved in he's been acting like that. I'm sure I had a huge factor on his behavior at the bowling alley, but he could have rubbed it in my face at least. I mean come on! Play the game! Nick says that Matt and Kristina's son fight like Senior and I typically do. They're always at each others throats. Oh well.

Okay, let's get this thing rolling already

It's official: the four grand kids are no longer living with us. Late that one night Jr. and Robyn came over and demanded we give them up. We called the police but they said there was nothing we could do to keep them . Our Right of Attorney documents didn't even help us any. Which from my point of view is great, because I was on my last straw with them. They never listened to me and always seemed to want to break the rules, even after months of living with us they still didn't learn that a slap on the ass means its wrong. It's like crying wasn't a big deal for them. I'm glad they're gone, but now they're living in a cramped damp basement that is way to small for the family of six. So I'm naturally concerned for their well-being, so long as I don't have to house or baby sit them for free as i was doing. Jr. and Robyn, only wanted the kids back so they could have food stamps and well fare money.

Now, you may think that life is just dipity doo da since they've been gone. But they didn't take everything with them. Besides leaving their clothes, beds, toys, and school stuff here, they left their diseases too. Everyone swiftly got sick, and VERY sick. Of coarse no one went to the doctors but Cody and Logan, whom got medication. Senior and I were sicker than dogs and my Mom tried to hide it so she could continue to work so we didn't die. I was on bed rest for a whole week with something terrible that almost killed me. I thought I was better for Halloween so I could spend some good time with Taylor (read his blog for details on that) but, alas, I became ill AGAIN and had to go home too early. And here I sit a few days after the fact. I can walk around now and I've thoroughly cleaned my room and car. I still feel ugh-ish but I'm starting to eat again which is great considering I didn't for over a week. Every thing tasted like acid and created insane amounts of nausea that never resulted in throwing up. AMEN! I hate that. Yuck.

I'm just tired of being sick and missing my Taylor. My friends have wanted to hang out and I haven't been able to. Nick wants to go bowling on Friday and I'm only going if I am eating and drinking regularly. Like pop and sweets and meat. Which I don't know if that'll happen because I'm just now able to drink apple juice. That's actually quite the accomplishment. Especially since I turned out to be allergic to the medicine I was taking to kill whatever was in me. So now my body has an itchy rash and minor hives. Yes, I know, I'm actually allergic to something. What a way to find out. Today, Senior's taking me to the Free Clinic ('cause I don't have health insurance) and they'll look me over and maybe even help with insurance. I'm going to be getting all my shots considering I'm way behind on all of them. Wish me luck being a pin cushion.

You can tell my stomach has shrunk (nothing new for me) I had one bowl of buttered noodles at noon and I'm still stuffed. I'll need them for dinner too, cuz I don't want Shepard's pie, and that's what they're making. Great, right as I'm starting to eat they're making food I hate. Old habits die hard I guess...