They say counting helps with your temper;
11..12..13..14..15..16..17..18..19..20..
I've got a migrane from everything swirling around in my head, and quite frankly-- it's annoying.
Our HOSA competition is tomorrow, and I have to be at the Career Center by 5:45 AM. How repulsive. Nate has never practiced his half of our 'skill' and I will be skimming by in CPR. Mine and CoCo's poster is not done, in my opinion, to be presenting. We don't have enough pictures because the space left was for the ones from the job shadow... But our job shadow had nothing to do with the job we originally picked.
Jessica is down in Miami, and ever since she went down there I've been getting these crazy emo text messages. I don't know if they are because she's been drinking or if being around Carranda really has that much of an affect on her self esteem. I feel kind of bad because I got pissy with her, and the thought of paradise being that depressing annoyed me even more. At least she gets to see the sun. I should probably send her a text to at least say I'm sorry. Fine. I will.
Fking. Migrane.
I'm in the middle of the break down.
Ciao.
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