Death by Cactus

I have never actually experienced death by cactus. Obviously- else, I'd be dead. But I can imagine what it's like. Each and every tiny, little, almost insignificant little thing pokes and prods at you until it punctures. Then you slowly and painfully bleed to death, while suffering hallucinations due to blood loss. This is death by cactus. This more or less summarises why everything sucks.

School sucked. I have lots of homework, none of which I plan on doing because I need to sleep after I'm done writing this. Also, when I woke up this morning, my whole fricking body was practically paralysed because every muscle in my torso seems to have swelled up and died. I also had no money for food, nor did I really think I wanted food, so I ate nothing.

Then we had a game. I was to play JV. Only, wait- every time some one shot the ball at me, I just sort of stared at it with abject interest. (Yes, and there was more ridiculing of my vocabulary- they've moved onto my GPA now.) And then Katie attempted to give me directives, and I stared again, blankly. This is when I realised that something was WRONG with me. So I talked to Katie, and basically told her that she didn't want me playing for her. Actually, I'm not really sure what I said. It's hazy in my mind.

So then I went with varsity, and watched JV, only, wait. I fell asleep. Bloody brilliant, I know. They ended up losing 3-1. I feel BAAAAAD, because poor Summer got stuck in goal, and she didn't belong there. (Although, if I played, it would have been like 6-1. If they were lucky.) Then the Blakes came, and since Eileen didn't want to be responsible for me, I was sent off with them. I went to their car and slept. The whole game. I really intended to wake up. But I was out like a light. So when the game was over, they came, and I asked Katie and Sarah the score, and they told me '8-0. We lost.' So those two were a bit pissy for a while, but I did eventually get more game details from them. I guess it was bad. Really bad. Like, 'we're not going to talk about it' bad.

Then I proceeded to eat WAY too much. Like I just kept stuffing my face- with tater chips. I don't even like potato crisps, what the hell was I thinking? And I had subway, and I finally got the banana I've been craving. Then, just to top things off, I get here, and the computer is being gay. So as a precaution, I am typing this on Microsoft Word.

And not to mention, there is no fun festivities harassing peoples tomorrow. And oh, yeah, practice is going to SUCK. Like beyond belief. I'm still sick, too. With my strange, zoned-out, not-enough-sleep like virus. It's better than the stupidity virus. I need to wash that one off now.

I really need to sleep. Of course, I actually have homework to do. Am I doing it? Hell no. Fuck it. I'm going to sleep more. Of course, I must actually attend class tomorrow. I have a Spanish test I must take. When is that? Oh, of course- last. Which means I can't even bother to leave school. For practice. That is going to suck.

Let's just see how I feel. Because everyone really cares and all.

P.S. Sorry to readers. This sucks. I know it. Things aren't really that bad. I'm just nursing an illness, and require vast amounts of bed rest.

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~me