enamoured | rockin' the night away

You know what REALLY grates my nerves? When someone comments or e-mails you to ask the most ANNOYING questions. At least once a month, I get a comment or an e-mail that reads something like, "hey, i lyke ur community, how do i join it?" For the love of all that is good and pure in the world, IT IS SO EASY IT HURTS. At the top of the freaking info page, there is a link that says, "to join this community, click here". Can you not read? CLICK ON THE FREAKING LINK TO JOIN! What is so COMPLICATED about that?! LORDY! [smacks self on forehead]

The weird dreamage saga continues. Last night I dreamt that the Catholic school I attended from kindergarden up to seventh grade expanded, and now had high school. And my parents transferred me back there. Which is weird, because, hello, I'm in Texas, my old school's in North Carolina. So I get there, and bunches of my former classmates are there, as are plenty of people I now go to school with. I was finding this whole thing very bizzare, and wanting to go back to the school I'm at now... and the assistant principal from my old school was trying to convince me to stay there, and I was telling her I had to go back to my school because of photojournalism. But Antonio was at the old school, and he's the head photographer, and I think I figured if I went back to my current school with Antonio at the other one, I'd be head photographer. And besides, I didn't want to have to wear the school uniform again.

I know, I know. That made no sense. I beg for forgiveness.

I just realized that I have like, five Sara/hs on my friends' list. Three of them have their name in their username, and they are right next to each other. That is very weird. There's five Sara/hs, two Jens, and another Candice. I wonder if there's any more common names 'round the list.

I get to go back to school tomorrow. Oh joy. I don't know if that was understated excitement or sarcasm. Ha. I just wish that the scabs around my nasal area were gone and not so sore that it hurts to wipe my nose. At least I'm better.

Actually, not quite better. I'm having a hard time sleeping at night because I keep having these vicious coughing fits. I'll be seconds away from totally falling asleep when BOOM, I'm coughing and wheezing like someone with asthma. And my dad has to run in with a cup of water and ask me if I'm okay--and I'm obviously not, as I'm coughing so hard I can barely get in a word. It happened twice last night, and I didn't even sleep well 'til about the time my dad, brother, and John went to church about nine-something. (oh yeah, John stayed over last night. He's so goofy.)

After this, I'm going to work on my applications (I think) and watch some TV, then go to sleep. I have to be slightly presentable tomorrow.