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Long Quizzical-Talk-y-ing Entry

No. I'm not missing school anymore.

Today's the last day, I swear.

-.-'

It's not really my fault, Mommy made me stay home today.

*grumble* Just cause I fell asleep on the couch at 12 and she woke me up at 5:30 to make me move to the bed... I tried to tell her that I wanted to go but it came out like: "I.. but..School... go.. want to g-.. *runs into a wall, then just shuts up and falls on the bed*"

o.O Come to think of it, I think I actually just passed out on the couch the minute I layed down on it, I was fully clothed n'everything o.O Guess I was exhausted, so I suppose sleeping until ten minutes ago is okay.

^-^ I feel a lot better, a little stuffy in the head/nose, and the pluracy is lessening up on the pain department, but other than that I feel great.

Duo, read this ( o.O' lol ): That neomail was written when I was barely awake, so don't mind the jumping around subjects and the "no, nevermind" part- @_@' Keep in mind that I was trying to stay awake and what not. ( It was after the concert and I was out of it even then ).

Moving on.

I forgot to say what happened at the end of the Fremont Experience day.

Well, Mom let me have a sip of her drink, because everyone ( cept me cause I'm under age o.O ) had a drink with either a lot or a little bit of rum in it- and she had an inbetween (not too much, not too little ) and the moment it went in my mouth I spit it out.

>< It was DISGUSTING. How can people DRINK that stuff!?

But I swallowed a bit on accident and I think I was a little off after that, dropping the beads from the Mardi-Gras casino-y place and dropped a plastic cup a few times. But I felt perfectly fine. o.O I might've just been a little too clumsy.

But anyway.

We went down a long way to get to the Valet, and as we were walking, I guess it just turned 9:00, because the Fremont's lights were going off and the light show on the dome-y thing were playing the Disco theme this time, and we turned to see it and when we turned, there was very big ( not fat, but large, and very tall ) guy and he spotted Gramma's purse in the wheelchair and he slowed down to a stop, I guess he was making it look un-suspicious, but it didn't work. Mom, Gramma, Gramma Phyl, and I stopped instantly, she tucked her purse under her legs and there were these police dudes across the street on bikes, so that's why we didn't move. The guy must've noticed the cops cause after he looked over at them, he turned slowly back to the Fremont and walked a bit away from us to "pretend" to watch it.

It was creepy. Gramma was scared, Gramma Phyl was a bit scared, Mom and I weren't. But we all kinda sensed something bad from him.

After he had just side-glanced/turned to look back at us, we turned and ran/walked very quickly the rest of the way to the Valet, then we felt safe and waited for our car and talked about what had happened and how freaky it was.

I don't think Gramma and Gramma Phyl had calmed down until we were in the car. ^^'

But anyway, that's what happened.

^^'

I'm just sitting here now, waiting for Pizza Hut to deliver, I won't post up til they do, sometimes if the Pizza Guy is a pervert I'll write about it.

^^" I forgot to write that one time, one guy asked me about my shirt, it had Holland on it, and the guy was like, maybe late 40's/early 50's or something, and the word "Holland" was across my chest, and he never actually made eye contact with me. Pervert.

I hate guys.

Er.

*rephrases*

I hate perverted guys.

...

Hm.

lol

Still waiting for that pizza.. = I'm shaking cause I haven't eaten all day today, and I didn't eat last night, so I'm getting kinda to the point where I'm going to turn rabid and attack my pillow or my arm and attempt to eat it.

o.O

LOL, Rabid Kaichan..

Let's see, what to type/talk/write about..

Oh, about that Arizona thing and Gramma, if any of you care. It didn't work. She went at 6:00 a. this morning with my Aunt, and came back just a while ago.

They won't give her insurance or a motorized wheelchair because she makes $110.00 over the limit.

How screwed up is that?

Plenty screwed, if you ask me. She can't even walk, has no insurance, and takes 14 prescription pills.

FOURTEEN.

And without insurance, just one is about 100 dollars.

And she makes 600 a month.

Do the math.

-.- It gets me so mad that these stupid insurance people/prescription-paying-helpers don't really help.

Especially when we're so far down the money-hole we can't tell which way is up.

*feels like she's getting carried away, so stops*

^^' I feel better anyway, I got out some stress. Which is good.

I haven't taken any quizzes lately..