crap feeling Sam...

i feel horrible...

i am really, really tired...
my stomach is protesting against me, and my head cant concentrate.

im glad its not really sunny.

i am hungry, but the thought of food makes me sick... it doesnt even like the juice i am giving it...

and my ankle really hurts. i didnt see the bottom step at my friends house, and fell down the stairs. its all swollen. my ankle, not the stairs.

i have, on the other hand, finished my reading summaries.



i drank too much last night. dont drink when your the only girl with two horny guys... nothing happened, so dont be worried. i was more than tipsy. not drunk. my body just felt like a rag doll...

i got home later than my dad wanted me to be. so im sure to get told off for that today. tea parites, right? :P

both guys apologised however, for anything they did, or might have, done. which was nice... even if they were drunk...

trav and john, thankyou both for calling. it was very random, and very cool... sorry if i sounded like crap on the phone.

i should go get ready for uni, and eat something...

oh, and paul was in my dream. was weird.

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