i didn't know i had this much snot in me.

i've sneezed approximately eighty-five times these last two days.
i have wadded up kleenex all over the house. GERMS!

i feel like a vagabond. that's a good thing.
besides my oh so hearty diet consisting of mushy foods and cheesecake, i'm doing fine. i believe i had some sort of allergic reaction to the anesthesia (even though i haven't in the past) because there's no other explanation for this sneezing business. but you know, that doesn't make much sense because i've never had any sort of allergy my entire life. just like how i've never been stung by a bee. or tasted liver.




...
okay enough with the bullshit. you wanna know something?
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. i'm so unsure about everything in my life except for my sister and that i have to put gas into my car tomorrow morning. i'm so good at hiding my big bowl of nutzo and smoothing it over with my poised confidence n shit. whatev.

i have been reunited with the art of laying around. in addition to all this sneezing, i've been doing nothing but moping aimlessly around the house. my sister has been kind enough to stay the night and cater to my every need (even though i'm perfectly capable of doing anything), fetching me a beverage here and playing immense amounts of silent hill when i don't want to. you see, i'm sort of a couch potato. i forgot how much i love doing NOTHING.

god i love color me badd. not afraid to admit it, either!

i'm very critical of my writing and this passage SUX. a fourth grader could write this.

QUICK! the first fifteen thoughts to appear in my head:

1. i'm running my tongue over the reconstructed palette of my mouth and it feels weird.
2. i love diet coke.
3. i love color me badd, again.
4. even though i shook my head quite vigorously after i shaved it, little pieces of hair are still stuck in my shirt and are poking me. i'm going to change my shirt.
5. i need to fill out my scholarship thing for theatre. OH NO. time is running out.
6. i'd like to drop everything and drive up to maine.
7. my hair feels nice.
8. nutzo.
9. methadone?
10. these really aren't the first fifteen thoughts to appear in my head.
11. my wastebasket is piling up with kleenex.
12. i keep bringing up my nasal malfunctions, i know, i'm sorry, i can't help it.
13. i don't know what my schedule is for this second semester...
14. "i love the way you groove, way you groove, way you groove, way you groove, i love the way you groove me." -from the sultry lyrics of 90s hit pop group, color me badd
15. something is amidst and i don't know what it is. good? bad? i don't know.

good god.