curiosity killed the cat.

a recent experience made me intrigued. i wanna know who reads my blog! so if you are reading this post, you have to, HAVE TO, comment. let me know who you are! c'mon folks.

its time to bust a cap.

shoot me. i know..right now you're thinking 'all she can write about is how she is dying.' yeah, well thats all i've done for a week now.

a little visitor came by last night :) kept me company on his saturday night. it showed me he cared. he decide it'd be cool to take his flashlight and look at my tonsils. it made me feel EVEN cuter. no make up, hair in a nasty rat bun, basketball shorts, and now my huge tonsils. cant get sexier than that guys. anywho! atleast i had one visitor, right? whenever someone comes, it makes me feel a lot better. i dont know, it made me happy:)

so did i tell you they took my blood to test for mono? (ouch) cause they were like..."i'm assuming its mono." WELL GUESS WHAT? stop assuming. tell me what i have, gimme some pain killers, some anti-biotics, and i'll be on my way. thank you.

the test came back negative.

two nights ago my dad gave me percocet so i could actually sleep..it wasnt bad. haha made my face itch like a mother..but it was nice. haha

last night i once again called my dad cause i didnt know if i could take more advil yet. my ears decided they want to ache now! so i let them. anyways, he's like i'm gonna go find you some advil pm. he never came. hahhaha so i get up..find some myself.   you just sleep dad! i'm goood!!

oh, and it smells like bacon downstairs. good thing i can eat it!

we got the verdict.

its mono. thank you so much to whoever gave it to me. you deserve a sticker. you're a gem. haha jk!! slightly upset though. my tonsils are covered with white leisions, i cant even swallow, my head throbs. i'm sure all of you want to know all this. its not fun. if anyone would like to tutor the lovely lady, gimme a call. and i'll take visitors too! pick or take. i thought i would enjoy laying in bed for YEARS. nope. not fun. gimme medicine, gimme nyquil. i dont care. no one will come near me because i'm "infested" as my dad calls it.

well..the good news is, i have a way hot camo band-aid on my right arm. i totally forget my arm is throbbing from getting my blood drawn because when i start to hurt, i just look at the cute adhesive strip.

i know i'm dramatic, but its been a rough week. you finally realize who cares.

p.s. they took my picture at the doctors office for "record" but i didnt really mind because everyone knows how sexy you are when you've beeen in bed for eighty-thousand hours. yes!

continuation.

and shut up with your sweet talk.

ruin a good thing.

i feel like everytime something good comes into my life, i throw it away. i scared him off, typical. nothing i can do. i wish i could just start over. i would make it right. i wouldnt come on so strong.

sickness-brings no joy.

when you're faking sick, its all fun and games; sleep in, eat all the food you want, watch the game show channel all day.

that is not my cup of tea. (idiom;)) i am miserable people! monday night my body started to get all achey, so i hoped in the hot tub hoping it would relieve some pain. it sure did for the time being! went to bed, tuesday morning; i have never been in so much pain. it was one of those moments where you know you look so hideous cause you're bawling your eyes out, but you dont care. went and told my dad i felt so sick, he told me to go crawl in bed. then he came up and gave me a blessing; i was out cold til 12:30. woke up, took a bath; was out til five. i woke up and my room was spotless. --little preface here. my room was a disaster. anyone who knows me well enough would understand that i can never keep my room clean. --anyways, i thought i had cleaned in my sleep; then i realized that would never happen. turns out my dad had scrubbed my shower, windexed my mirrors, vacuummed, and somehow folded a ridiculous amount of clothes; all while i was out cold in bed. when i woke up my hair looked like bird had found it and decided to make a nappy nest out of it. if mom was here, she woulda french-braided it the second i got outta the tub, to avoid this mess. however,i was not blessed with such a talent. but i finally started to feel better.

p.s..it really hurt my feel goods that i didnt get one text from someone asking where i was..hmmpphh.

last night i had the worst sleep. woke up at 3:30; my body is shaking out of control. i was freezing. so i call my dad..(i know im lazy) and he brings me advil and some water. then he's like 'i'll be right back.' minutes later he comes in with my favorie blanky that was just in the dryer. sooo warrrrm! he grabs my phone, turns off my alarm, and plays with my hair til i fall asleep again (totally something mom would do.)

so here i am. missing the sixth class period in a row. i hate it. prayers?

aubphotography.

aubrey tiase has lived across the street from me since i was born and she has become such an amazing photographer. i love when she takes my pictures; boosts my confidence a little bit;)