throwing up is absolutely no fun

uuuuuuuuughhhhhh.
2.00 - i say goodnight to liam and go to bed
4.00 - i wake up to terrible stomach pains
5.00 - somewhere around here, i puke
8.00 - i continue spewing until now, when my stomach is completely empty and sleep until...
15.00 - i wake up very disoriented
18.25 - this is now. i'm really hungry. my rents are at a superbowl party and theres lots of yum food around that i'm not allowed to eat cuz i'm ill! mothafucka i'm ill.... [lil wayne, anyone? i only know this cuz rory really enjoys that song... btw, new band, who knows the silversun pick ups?]
ahhhhhhhhshit. i don't feel good.
but i have to go to school tomorrow. mostly cuz i wanna see liam but also because i have to go to classes, i couldn't miss a day. that'd be bad. except gym. i could miss gym. and social studies. and... probly french. otherwise, i'd fail. oy. this is pointless. basically, dear reader, i puked a bunch. and dear and read are palindromes with each other. dear read. and read dear. wait. no they're not. dammit. i was so excited. whatever. blame it on my aching, aching, head.