
I was hoping this past week would have been a little different, more relaxing and such, but instead i felt really crappy and not sick crappy.
I had a headache, dizziness, wasn't hungry and yesterday i got this overwhelming saddness come over me and i had no idea why. It made me so anger because all i wanted to do was go play baseball and then hang out at the toucan, but no matter how hard a tried to be happy it wouldn't happen. I am feeling alot better now and really crossing my fingers that it won't happen again, but i will never know for sure. Brian says it might be the new patch i started, and maybe he's right. That would be the best answer of any atleast.

Last night i went over to Bob and Kelly's and we played some cards and chatted which was nice. Kelly had got me some really pretty flowers to cheer me up, which was super nice of her.
Jackie on the other hand bailed on me yesterday leaving me alone again for another day. I really wanted to chill out with her and have a fun day, but what ever.
Lindsay did my hair on wednesday and that was pretty sweet of her, although there is not as much blonde in it as i would like there to be, she said that the next time she does my hair she will put more blonde in it. I figure it actually worked out good because its my natural colour so i won't have roots while trying to grow it out Yahoo.
I am going to finish planning my sisters shower today and make some calls to some people who didn't RSVP. Wooooo fun, and then what shall i do. I want my last day to be fun since i will be getting up at 6 tomorrow.
I found more pictures of bones too on my camera, he is so cute. I can't wait to go home and bury him becuase that may be another reason i am sad. alot of people are probably thinking "he is a cat get over it" but he wasn't a cat to me he was a friend, a cute and cuddly friend that was always there for me even when i was sick and noone else wanted to be around me.

He peed on laura's bed to, and it wasn't his fault, but it was like he did it for me LOL.

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