Post Song: Cough Syrup by Young the Giant

Hello Internet. I know I haven’t posted much in the past 3 days, however I was also sick in my deathbed for about 30 hours between Monday and Tuesday. So here’s a quick Weekend/Monday/Tuesday Update! (written in broken sentences because I am so out of it right now…)

Saturday: MY DAY WITH PETER! Peter comes over in the early morn. We go to the beach for our Hawaiian poi board class. We swim at the beach. We come home. We watch episodes of Doomsday Preppers and a documentary on body modification. I fall asleep next to Peter for a bit. Peter wakes me up because I have a text message. Text message is from Helena asking if we want to join her, Anna, and their cousins for a coffee date at my favorite coffee shop, Chad Lou’s. Peter drives me to Chad Lou’s because he just got a new used car. We meet, converse, plan for a neon run, and all sorts of shenanigans. Greg calls me because he’s going through some personal shit. I console. Helena and the gang leave. Peter and I go to Whole Foods where we see Helena and Anna in line paying for food (we have the slight suspicion that they ditched us, but thats ok, we get that we’re boring). Greg wants to meet Peter and I for dinner. We go to California Pizza Kitchen, which I will also note was my first time there. The boys drink enjoy a beer while I eat a scrumptious mushroom pizza. Greg claims he’s okay, but I’m skeptical. Peter lets me drive him home in his new car because designated drivers are the best. He goes home after he is completely sober. I go to sleep.

Sunday: Wake up at 6:45. Hit the snooze button. Wake up at 7:02. Fuck me, I’m running late. I drag my ass in the shower, brush my teeth, briefly contemplate my upcoming miserable day, and get out of the shower. I dress in all black (thank you job), tie hair up haphazardly under my hat, and leave for my job. I arrive 5 minutes early, like a fucking boss. I work for twelve hours and leave the hell hole that is disguised as a place of employment. I go home and sleep.

Monday: Wake up at 8:34 and I fucking missed my 8:15 bus. I guess I’m driving to school today. I drag my ass in the shower and feel fucking miserable. My body is hating me for getting out of bed. I drive to school, make it to my first class on time. I play Quizup! with Peter during class (GET THIS APP IT IS AMAZING) and kick ass on the Harry Potter quizzes. I go to my next two classes and try to get back home in record time. I have slowly felt even more miserable as the day has gone by. I get home at 3 PM and I was in bed by 3:20 PM. I feel like shit, my stomach is in pain, and I have a motherfucker of a migraine. I chuck my pains up to the mysterious illness no one can figure out and promptly sleep from 3:30PM until 9AM the next morning.

Tuesday: Drag my Day of the Dead ass into the shower. Still feel miserable, but fuck it. I gotta get through the day. Eat something small because my appetite is gone. Watch an episode of Orange is the New Black. Catch the 11:25 bus to school. Take a midterm. Go to the farmers market to get healthy foods to force myself to eat. I’m $1.38 short, but the nice farmers market lady gives me my shit anyway. I go home and cook a yam, mash it, and stir in honey and a crap load of cinnamon. I put it in a Ziploc bag, snip an end, and try to eat it like a frosting pouch. I fail to eat yams, go upstairs and sleep for three hours. I wake up and decide to cut my hair. I cut it into an a-line bob. I go back to my sanctuary of a bed and talk to Peter since he just got off of work at 10:30 PM. He’s tired as hell, I still feel like hell, and I hide it from him. Around midnight I hang up and go to bed. At 12:02 AM Greg decides to text me about his problem. Fuck.

So here I am, writing a blog post at the wee hours of the morning. I have had a miserable last few days, not counting Saturday. Saturdays are always great for me. I have to get up in 5 and a half hours. I’ll post something more meaningful tomorrow, Internet. Remind me to make a doctor’s appointment as well.

I love you.