From Scott Pilgrim, song by Crash and the Boys / The Black Label Social Distortion or whatnot.
Still basically nothing has happened. For one thing I literally did not go to school at all this week. Everyone was out for all of Tuesday through Friday, and they got out early Monday. I didn't go that morning though, because I've been sick since last Sunday. Oh joy, right? Yuck. I've got like some kind of supercold, and I hate it. It finally seems to be getting better, but my ear's doing that thing where it crackles when I swallow, and I swear if I get an ear infection I'm going to absolutely kill somebody. I don't know who but it'll happen, mark my words.
I got a new phone. It's a lime green and black Pantech Pursuit, and it has threaded texting, which translates to I don't care what else it can do.
I had one of those day killing Tony dreams the other night. I think it was Monday night. I'm not a fan of those. In this one he called me and told me how sorry he was that things got so messed up between us, and that he loved me. He asked me if I really would've had sex with him if the situation had been different, which is sadly extremely true. There was more to it but I believe my mind is doing it's job and repressing the hell out of that dream. Which is fine with me, I'd just rather I not have them in the first place.
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