I've been through all kinds of weird sicknesses this year...
From overdosing on Vicks Vitamin C tablets and then throwing up on my shoe, to horrible nausea, to chronic stomach aches, to... snot torpedoes.
Needless to say, I am quite tired of being sick.
I want to go out and drive Justin's new, fancy, SHINY blue car. I want to be able to SMELL things again! I want my ears to stop hurting.
I miss the taste of food.
In the meantime, all I can do is make an effort towards reading RoadSense so that I can finally get my learner's permit.
The key word is effort, though.
Anyway, today, during another weird/awkward/HIGH-larious car conversation with my mother, she started on the topic of boyfriends, again.
"When you get a boyfriend, tell me so that I can bring you to my friend. She's a psychic. She'll tell you if your relationship will be successful. She'll tell you whether or not you should dump him."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Omg. I can't. I can't even comment on that right now. It's still processing, I think.
