Do I Think That I'll Be Saved By Something I Create?

   I've been a little bit pensive, dreamy, whatever you call it lately.

   I haven't been writing for a while, and I don't know why. It has always helped me to figure things out when I don't know where to turn, but I just haven't been inspired. It's not really a good feeling, like everything is just coiled and knotted up inside of you. And I'm not saying that I would be writing super important, heavy, deep things. I'm just saying that I feel like I need to get it all out.

   I don't really think that this blog would be a good forum for a brain-unloading, I've always left that to my notebooks, so I'll just rant and sigh on about my life I suppose.

   I'm back from Winter Break, which was spent (like practically all my freakin' breaks are) in California. I'm not saying that I don't like California, I love it with all my heart, but it would sometimes be cool to have a break that I can spend with my friends. I know about the whole "custody says Dad gets to spend time with you" thing. It's mainly just the August visit. I don't EVER get to spend my birthday with my friends.

   I want to be able to have friends over for a birthday party, to have a sleepover and wake up and be older, to get presents from friends on my actual birthday. But that might just be me.

   I know that I sound ungrateful, but hey, I'm a teenager, what can you do?

You've Got The Money And The Heartache...

   I hate being sick. Trust me, I'll say it again. I. Hate. Being. Sick.

   When your throat dries up, and your nose runs its own marathon, and your head feels like an over-filled balloon, and all you want in the whole world is to just sleep,  that's the kind of sick I'm talking about. Not some wussy little cough. At ACMA, (my high school, in case you were wondering) people hug. A lot. Given the hugging, sickness gets passed around like those donation plates that church forces on you. 

   I should've known I would be sick. I really should have. The tip off was probably the fact that almost every single one of my friends has been home sick for at least one day within the past week. Another tip would have been the call from my school district talking about how influenza levels have shown that this is an epidemic. But no. I decided to go to school on Monday, despite the headache and sore throat.

   Self-fulfilling prophecy. So here I am, feverish, hungry, and tired. I can't sleep for some reason, I can't eat without feeling like I'm going to throw it up, so I am stuck.

   I should probably do homework, but I reeeeeeally don't feel like going upstairs to get it.

   

   Honestly,

   I'm just going to sleep.

   BYE!

      -Claaaaaaire