Argh
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Everyday life

What's wrong with the grocery stores around here??  Neither one has the things I need. And I'm not even gonna comment on the fact that one of them is such a mess that my hands got frostbites...well, almost anyway...before I'd gone through all the boxes in the big freezer. And what do vinegar and custard have in common? Why are they on the same shelf?

Good day
Mood:  chillin'
Topic: Everyday life

A pretty ok day. I managed to get to the meeting on time, and the bus ride was pretty decent too (despite the slippry roads and the creepy bridge). Even tried on some clothes...AND ended up buying one thing (after getting the a-ok from a friend)...with my mum's money. Annoying money-givning people who never can be on time....grrrr...  Went for coffee (or a coke rather) with a friend and had a good talk.

The little things
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Everyday life
I'm gonna try to see the little things, try to see the good in people. Like the man who offered me a ride home when he saw me struggeling with my big box that I got at the post office and the slippery streets. And no, I refuse to think that he might have had something else in mind. I'm choosing to think that he did it out of goodness.

If you're gonna do it...
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: Good News
...aim high. That's what I always say!

Erhm...
Mood:  d'oh
Topic: Everyday life
I'm soooo friggin' bored and restless even though I still don't have the energy to do anything...and I'm also feeling a bit guilty for all the drama I've caused in the last days...

So...
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Good News
The stomach thing's a bit better today, but now I'm staring to feel all the other things that my body's  been repressing...

High jump?
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: White Stripes - I just don't know what to do with myself
Topic: Bad News

Somebody help me please... I can sit, I can lie, I don't have the energy to walk or stand. I feel sick, nauseous, which I didn't yesterday. Maybe I should jump off the balcony..? The new neighbours moving in and making A LOT of noise isn't exactly helping either...

But I guess I should feel lucky (luckyluckylucky....sorry) that I have my friend on the phone and my mum as my personal slave, to keep me company.

Sorry...
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Wham - Careless whisper
Topic: Everyday life
I do feel a bit guilty though for apparently scaring everyone who heared that I'm sick...sorry mum, dad, A, L, and P...

Back...
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Bad News
...from the doctor now. Interesting experience. Managed to hold it in during the ride, but then I went into the reception place thingy to talk to the nurse and my mind went blank. I didn't know how to behave, or what I was supposed to say but finally I said something like "I don't feel well..." and she ask me for my name and that...and told me that I was expected at the place where they take your blood and abuse you... But then I began to tell her that "When we talked on the phone you asked me if I felt sick and I didn't but..." and then I gave her the visual into the plastic bag I was smart enough to bring. Suddenly the nurses seemed terrified and confused, like that was the first time that that had happened...it's a hospital (sort of) for *insert your fav. religious icone here* sake. Anyway...they ended up sending me straight through to the doctor where they asked me about a million times if I was pregnant or on my period...which I told them that I think I'd know if I was... They tried to take my temperature, but the nurse seemed to think that thermometer was broken when it showed 35, something C. Then I finally got to see the doctor himself. Nice man but he did remind me more of Professor Balthazar than Doctor Stork. He didn't seem to know what was wrong, he told me that it looked like I had allergies, and he pressed on my stomach och my back, looked at my blood in a microscope...but finally he said that he think that it'd pass and gave me some antibiotics...which I can't get hold of now because it's an electronic prescription and the famaucept is having computer failure... Aren't computers a wonderful thing?

Waiting
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Bad News
Waiting for dad now...and oh, I've thrown up now too...that's not a good sign, is it?