I’m back–suffered through Religions of the World and Political Science, I almost lost it in PoliSci but I went and had a drink of water, washed my face, and I felt a little better. Daniela offered to take me home, I looked like shit warmed over, but I declined. Photography is canceled, so the day is some prime make-out time with Jordan, except that I can barely move and don’t want to give him whatever I have. Damn viruses. He gave me the cold sore he had, it’s taking a while to heal. After PoliSci, I went into the Drift Office, the layout meeting was going so I couldn’t relax–I felt so bad. It got over and I went and took a five-hour nap on the couch. It’s five now, Jordan should be arriving shortly. I’m so disappointed that Photography was canceled, I brought my camera (it arrived yesterday) and my film I shot last weekend. Today was supposed to be the film development lab :(. And I was supposed to pay for my supplies today. I brought my money, too. Loserness. I really want to hang out with Jordan all evening, but I don’t think I can keep up. I’ll probably just go to Wal-Mart to get some Pepto-Bismol, some DayQuil, and some Gatorade (I can’t eat food so I should drink it to keep myself from getting dehydrated). My dad is probably going to throw a shit fit if I don’t do the dishes again tonight (he’s such a little boy), so that’s another reason to stay out late. I don’t think I have the energy. I need to go to a doctor. Those white dots on the back of my tounge haven’t gone away. Goddamn. I saw Matt today, he said hi. I haven’t talked to Molly in a while, I hope she’s okay. Oh yeah, there’s an e-mail in my box from her. There’s also three (yes, three) from Danielle and one from Tara. She’s sitting in a classroom close to the drift office, I want to go say hi but I am so sick. Let’s see… [reading] Lol, a cute quote from Molly. [reading next message] Yay, a non-hateful e-mail from Danielle. Great, the next one in the box is a hateful one from Danielle. Posted for your enjoyment:

“You know you can make fun of me all you want in your blog, I’ve come to understand that your never going to stop, so I’ll just read it and laugh at the stupid assumptions you like to make about Christine and I. Oh yeah and that’s another thing, maybe the “titanic wrong” you committed against her was fucking with one of her best friends. She doesn’t hate you either, but she is disappointed in you a lot and if you don’t believe me ask her your self….that’s what I don’t understand, you want to know these things about us but you don’t have the fucking balls to even e-mail us and ask us what you want to know. So how are you supposed to figure out what you want to know? Yes I will go see that person today about your bike, I’ll probably have to ride it home since I got into a crash and don’t have a car. So you can be a patient little betty and just wait. I’ll let you know when you can come get it….and yes, it will be in the next couple days.

No Regards

Dani”

And, finally, the last e-mail from her.

“P.S. Brandi says your an asshole…she is one of the ppl YOU got ban from my house. I hope your happy.”

I really would like to know how I got people banned from her house when it was Danielle that made her parents read whatever incited them to do that. Hmm. Well, I should go search for Jordan, it’s 5:16. I’m saving the e-mail from Tara until I get home–I need something to brighten my day.

Feeling progressively worse. Tried to take a nap on the couch, ended up wasting ten minutes and feeling more nauseous. I haven’t eaten in days–I think the last thing I ate were a few nuggets of sweet and sour chicken and a bit of rice yesterday. I just am not hungry. The mere thought of food is revolting. My throat and upper lungs are burning, and my gums have gotten really sensitive. I couldn’t brush my teeth this morning because they bled. They bled when I flossed last night, which they never normally do. I think that the metallic taste in my mouth is my wisdom tooth that’s poking through. My gums are so sensitive, I can barely eat crunchy food and I can’t wear my retainers. I didn’t eat any breakfast today, I had a glass of the never-decaying Sprite in the Drift Office, but that didn’t really make me feel better. I think I should be drinking water, but I don’t have any handy and leaving the office would be a tremendous ordeal into the cold given my state. I hate my dad. He doesn’t care. He never cares about anyone but himself. I’m going to see if you can apply for medicare online. Crap, it’s only for old people. I have a fever. I hate America. How can the most industrialized country in the world not provide health care for its’ citizens? Fuck America. Fuck Congress, fuck the Supreme Court, fuck George Bush. Goddamn it, the medi-cal site has nothing on how to enroll. Fuck. I’m going to die.

Yay! I got the t-shirt hell newsletter! They always have a great few paragraphs of great comedy on the newsletter each month.

“Is everyone else still recovering from the sight of Janet Jackson’s boob at the halftime show of the Super Bowl? I wasn’t impressed. If she had whipped her cock out, that would have been a different story. If she had whipped her cock out and fucked Justin Timberlake until he wept like a bitch, that would have been good television.

People tune in to the Super Bowl just to watch the commercials. That’s retarded. It’s like buying a candy bar to eat the wrapper. The Super Bowl commercials are so popular that they have a television show that consists exclusively of The Super Bowl’s greatest commercials. So, you get to watch all of the commercials, with commercials, but none
of that annoying football to disturb you.

Valentine’s Day is coming so be sure and buy your overpriced flowers and candy. I’m sorry but wasn’t a dozen roses $10 yesterday? Does it really cost $40 to make a pink box instead of a white one? Oh, and don’t forget to buy a card written by a complete stranger which I’m sure sums up exactly how you feel about the special person in your life. Not only that, but it will all rhyme.

When the commercials came on during the Super Bowl at my house, I was up getting a snack, or taking a shit, or both. And as for Valentine’s Day, I prefer to celebrate I’m Not A Fucking Idiot Day. It happens a week after Valentines Day when all of the candy is on sale and all of the flowers have gone back to regular price.”

I have being civil. But I have to take the moral high ground: hey, somebody’s got to. Anyway, this is what I said:

“My question was “When can I come over and get it?” The connotation of that question was that you produce the bike from whatever of your acquantances that you loaned it to, and find a time when it would be convenient to give it back to me. Thanks.”

So tired. Off to nap.

Hello world. I must say that I feel wholly and completely like shit. This flu thing hasn’t gone away, I still have a raging sore throat and a very palpable tinge of my body ache, which combine with my other symptoms of general malaise to make this morning interminable. I so can’t deal with today. The only reason I’m showing up is for photography and poli sci (in that order). I am so exhausted that even typing this post is an effort. Okay, off to check my e-mail. Last night I had one from my mom, one from Christine, and one from Danielle. I didn’t feel like ruining my day reading the last two, so I e-mailed my mom back. Today is the day to finish with my inbox. I really want to delete these e-mails, but I don’t know what it would accomplish either way. [reading...] Lol. I could comment on these e-mails, but I think I’ll let them speak for themselves. You know, I thought these e-mails would bother me, but I can only chuckle. Here they are. I sent an e-mail to Danielle a few days ago asking her when I can come over and get my bike. Response: (no subject)

“Well I don’t know did you understand the fact that it’s not here?”

I love the grammatical train wreck that is everything she types. With Christine’s e-mail, the grammar was flawless, but the argumentative logic was a train wreck.

“WTF? I mean what right do you have to give out my blog address that wasn’t even meant for your eyes. If your not gonna read it, which you shouldn’t in the first place, fucking delete it from your links. If my having your blog as a link makes you want to keep mine up there then I’ll get rid of it. With the snap of a finger. I may not be your friend but I’m not that fucked up. I wouldn’t post fucking bull-shit about my friends and then give them the blog hopeing that they would understand. It just doesn’t work that way. Yes, I admit I was kind of rude, but I never meant for you to read it. But I guess it must have been fate. Oh and whats with “And, I’m not going to stoop to reading Christine or Danielle’s blogs any more.” Stoop to my level. What level? [note that I never said the word level] Just because I have opinons about you that you don’t like doesn’t mean I’m on some lower level of existance. God, do you think I’m that stupid? And whats with, “… I’m not going to condone this online three way hate fest. I’m not talking about Christine or Danielle any more…” Three way hate fest? What do you mean? I never wanted to get involved in yours and Dani’s online war. That was something between the two of you. I was just a bystander who voiced my opinon about the whole situation. [voiced your opinion by sending me a barrage of hateful e-mails--gosh that sounds like someone who's involved to me] Does that make me evil? I mean considering the fact that I purposly didn’t give you my blog address, so I wouldn’t offend you. I guess I really do get the whole stooping to our level thing [which I never said], except that its not you who’s doing the stooping, its me. I don’t know if you understand that. And you probably over analyze everything that I said in this email, but I would really like a reply with answers to my questions. It would be the civil thing to do.

Never explain–your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.
Elbert Hubbard (1856 - 1915)

An Old Friend,

Christine”

Really. Wouldn’t the “civil thing to do” be to answer my questions first: i.e. why do you hate me? Whatever. I guess I went back on my promise not to post about them–well, when they send me e-mails I am obliged. I really don’t hate Christine at all, I am only disappointed that she has yet to explain what titanic wrong I committed against her. Whatever. Jordan is so making me a fatalist. Well, I feel like I shouldn’t post this because it’s going to piss people off, but whatever. If you can’t take it, don’t read it. Simple as that. It’s amazing how it just doesn’t enter some peoples’ craniums. I’m going to remove the link to Christine’s blog. Whatever floats her boat. I just think that it’s lame that they link to my blog but somehow think that it’s the apocalypse when I reciprocate and link to theirs in return. I’m going to e-mail her later today and respond to her questions with eloquence, this post just took it out of me. I think I’m going to take a nap, I have class in one and a half hours. Damn flu.