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everything is everything I'd like something alcoholic. Thank you. Ah well. I have nothing to be upset about except boredom. Have you ever been too bored to do something to stop being bored? Yep. Thats me. I am a slug. Watch the salt shaker. Mom has her next mri on Friday, which she is scared about due to how tight the last mri machine was. I keep telling her shes had a dozen or so of these and there is nothing to worry about. She knows this, she's just antsy about the whole deal. In other news I can't seem to stop eating. I could go into my kitchen and devour the contents of my fridge. Thank goodness we just threw out all the bad stuff, or it might be worse. I think it's due to the glucophage regulating my periods and hormones and stuff. My face has cleared up, I am back to having excruciating, debilitating monthly attacks, and the facial hair is stopping. It didn't get bad but I can notice it, so it really bothered me. pcos is not a picnic. But I'll be fine. I'm still freaking out about college. I am torn between being incredibly beyond excited and wanting to scream and run away in terror. I guess all huge life altering decisions are like that. I have decided however, that I will major in US history, minor in studio art, and along the way go for a teacher certification. Yeah buddy. When I was in high school I couldn't wait to leave. Now I'm making plans to never get out. Maybe I should rethink things...nah. Whatever happens, well, happens. I shall see what life has in store for me when I get there. |