I spent most of today and yesterday curled up in my black and purple blanket in front of the computer reading romance and comdedy stories.

Ive waisted my Thanksgiving break being sick and stuff. I could barely breath and blew my nose every two seconds.

Its now 11:37 pm. About 10 minutes ago I decided I wanted some hot chocolate. So TADA! I opened up the new French Vanilla kind. But I dont taste a difference.

When I put it in, I thought I was doing somthing wrong. The water all evaporated so poured some more in, not bothering with the microwave. Because I did that, it is now perfect. But I think the whipped cream might of been a bit much.

Then I took my sip, and I got a poetic and lethargic. I got this great poem in my mind sledding with my friends, but it probably wouldnt make since if I wrote. Just one of those things that make sense only to me. So yeah.....

Amerika, Du Hast, Original Prankster, or Self Esteem? 'urry up now, young 'uns.

Or Panic at the Disco. Panic! at the disco is cool too.

Edit ok, so at about 12 somthing am I made the original edit. But I guess it didn't go through. Because I threw up all the hot chocolate and half my dinner. So I made a post saying Im all queasy and it wasn
t worth it and Im going to bed. I could of just ignored this and gone up to bed saying nothing, but you all wouldnt want to miss out on that, huh?

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