I’m laying on my floor, watching Skins (the UK version, fuck America) and feeling pathetic. Every 10 minutes I have to run to the bathroom because I feel like I’m going to puke, even though the last time I ate was Saturday night. I have a fever and I’m burning up, so thank God I’m home alone because I’m walking around in my underwear.
TMI? Who cares.
My mom saw me yesterday for the first time since I got sick, and all she did was laugh for 5 minutes and then say, “Good Lord child, you look like shit.”
Slammed both my knees into the steering wheel, cracked my head against the window, pinned my arm between the driver’s seat and the door. I feel like I got hit by a semi.
But it was just a minivan. I got lucky. Or very unlucky, depending.
I need to get my shit together.
Wednesday: School, doctor’s appointment, pick up my car from the shop, home, take my sister to her choir performance, waste an hour, back home, laundry, clean room, deal with insurance company, write thank you cards.
Thursday: School, Greg’s.
Tomorrow can suck my dick. But the day after tomorrow is looking mighty fine.
Kyle: My biggest fear is what I would say to God if he sneezed.
Me: This is not a time for terrible jokes, Kyle.
Kyle: Why not?
Me: Because throwing up literally makes me cry. I’m having a serious moment here and you had to go ruin it with a really bad pun.
Kyle: So… what do you say to God when he sneezes?
Me: Gesudheit, obviously. It’s German for “health”.
Kyle: He doesn’t need health, he’s immortal.
Me: It’s only the polite thing to do, Kyle. God deserves manners too. He could smite you.
Kyle: Or he could smite YOU, Sydney.
Me: He has no reason to smite me.
Kyle: Yeah he does. You’re implying that he could die from a sneeze, which is an insult because he’s immortal.
Me: NO, I’M SAYING THAT IT’S GOOD MANNERS TO WISH PEOPLE HEALTH WHEN THEY SNEEZE, AND GOD IS NO EXCEPTION. HE IS WELL AWARE OF HIS IMMORTALITY, BUT TEN BUCKS SAYS HE APPRECIATES BEING WISHED GOOD HEALTH JUST AS MUCH AS THE NEXT PERSON.
but I just need to express how very happy I am at the moment.
I’m sitting outside Starbucks at Squaw, drinking coffee and painting my nails while SlutFace McBitchyPants does her AP Bio portfolio. It’s freezing but the sun is shining directly on us. There are no clouds in the sky, which, by the way, is a perfect shade of blue. I’m listening to my favorite band, Tumblin’ and whatnot.
I know I have my bad days where I hate everyone/everything, but then I have a few hours (days, if I’m lucky) when I can just take a step back and realize how fucking beautiful my life can be. I know that’s kind of a weird adjective to use, but it’s what came to mind.