Massive Attack - Group Four
Well, it’s about the time that Jordan should be picking me up–lab got out like an hour early, so I think I’m going to go wait for him. And, I’m not going to stoop to reading Christine or Danielle’s blogs any more. My new life goal: as little drama as possible. Cake or death?
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Continuing from my last entry, I’m not going to condone this online three way hate fest. I’m not talking about Christine or Danielle any more, except for anecdotes. The reason I added that qualifier was that I just saw Christine in the hall at the college like five minutes ago. She smiled and waved, but I knew from reading her blog that her smile was just a facade. She hates me. I don’t know why. Hmm. I sent Danielle an e-mail asking her when I could come over to get my bike. I wonder what she’ll say, or if she’ll reply at all. Hm. It’s sad she’s not being forthcoming. It’s just a bike. Anyway, so much shit has happened this weekend–my god. Well, Friday Jordan ditched school to come over and hang out with me–I chastized him greatly for that. Well, kind of. We went around town and got some stuff, I got my pictures and we went to wal-mart to get some kodak picture maker copies of pictures of me, he wanted to hang some in his room. I made an 8.5×11 out of this one picture on my roll I got back that was glorious. I was cranky all that day, Jordan said. It was because I expected to have a ‘me’ day, you know, to just liesurely get ready for the day, make some tea–but I was jolted out of my sleep in the morning to have a day out on the town. So I was irritable, but I got more affable as the day progressed. The next day I actually did have to myself, I checked out insurance rates and they’re all “why don’t you get under your parents’ policy,” to which I should have responded “have you ever met my dad?” Seriously. Saturday night Jordan and I went camping. It was this big odyssey to find firewood, and then we finally got to the campsite, I made the fire, and we went to set up the tent (my tent, the one I got back from Danielle) when we suddenly realized there were no rods. I know it wasn’t intentional–but how do you lose the rods to a tent? Eh, maybe they were casualties of war when it blew off that day, but you’d think that they’re heavier than the tent–well anyway, I was getting tired so we just decided to sleep on the tent with a bunch of blankets over us. SOMEONE, unfortunately, influenced me to drink some Jack Daniels’ and Pepsi (vile on both counts). I felt okay the next morning but as the day progressed I got sicker and sicker. Jordan insisted I take a nap, and I agreed–by eight I could barely move, my room felt like it was a hundred degrees, my whole body was aching, I was nauseous, and I couldn’t find the glass of water that Jordan had left for me. Earlier, my dad had knocked on the door.
Dad: “You have to do the dishes”
Me: “I’m really sick, I’ll do them tomorrow”
Dad: “You can be sick after you do the dishes”
Me: “Fuck you.”
Jordan called from Kevin’s to see how I was doing and I couldn’t help but confess that I felt like I was dying. I implored him to come over because it was obvious that my dad wasn’t going to take care of me. I could die in that fucking room for all he cared. Well, when I heard the knock on the door I lurched myself out of bed and crawled across my floor and down the hall to the door. I was finally able to stand, but that was probably because of the adrenaline rush when my dad said “He’s too sick for anyone to come over.” My dad started this tirade about how horrible a person I am and how I’m so immature, followed with him saying that he didn’t want Jordan coming over ever again and that I’d have to find a new place to live before the end of the semester. I couldn’t deal–with the fever everything just seemed distorted and I couldn’t think. Jordan suggested that I could probably spend the night at Kevin’s, so I agreed. Ben was over when we got to Kevin’s–we watched some sitcoms and stuff, then came time to go to bed. I felt so nauseous, Jordan kept encouraging me to drink water, but that just made me feel more nauseous. A few hours after we went to bed I had to run to the bathroom and puke my guts out. I made endless pilgrimages between Kevin’s room and the bathroom–either I was shivering cold or too warm or nauseous. The second time I threw up all this acid got stuck in my esophagus–it burned all night long, I couldn’t sleep at all. I had to sit bolt upright (it didn’t burn as bad when I was sitting up) all night. When Monday began to dawn I started to feel a bit better. I got to take a nap for a few hours, but Kevin had to go to school so Jordan and I went to go drop him off (he ended up just running in and coming out, he’s on independent study). Then we went to my house and I got to take a hot shower–it felt SOOOO good. I had been so cold. I’m going to take a nice hot bath as soon as I get home, if my dad hasn’t done anything insane in my absence. Oh, my dad bought me insurance this weekend–I can drive my car! I drove with him and lisa from my house to fort dick market back to the house, it was so fun. I LOVE my car. I hope to the gods that the title is in my name so my dad can’t pull a Jordan’s dad and take back my car whenever he feels like it. Well, after I got ready for school (Kevin found my wallet! It was in Jordan’s car after all!) we went and cashed my financial aid check, so now I have enough money to pay for my photography supplies (yay!). We have the film development demo tomorrow, so I shot a roll of film this weekend. It’s so hot in the drift office, I blame Jordan for making me change my pants into shorts. He doesn’t realize that I’m getting over a cold. I love this new suit jacket I got at the Purple Cat today, I got a D.A.R.E. shirt too. I love that place. I went to biology lab today, it was hideously easy. They’re the same experiments I did in high school biology. But anyway, I think I’m going to go. I’m going to have to miss lab one of these days because the free HIV test thingy is on mondays during the time I have lab. My mouth tastes all bloody–I think either I have gum disease or my back wisdom tooth is coming in more. My lungs and throat are still a bit inflamed from that goddamned flu. Eh, my body ache is coming back–I need more tylenol. I’ve had an acid stomach since two days ago, I need some pepto-bismol. I’m so going to con Jordan into taking me to wal-mart. It so sucked, I was actually hungry for the first time in days so I went and got sweet and sour pork today, then Jordan and I went out to the overlook place south of Crescent City–I was only able to eat a few nuggets before I got full. :( Well, it’s still in Jordan’s car. That is, of course, the best leftover chinese food. I feel kind of thirsty. I think I’m going to get a soda or something. Cake or death?
