Yeah, you know you were scared. You weren't expecting me to write anything until Sunday, eh? Well, honestly, neither was I.. but I've found myself suddenly bored.

And it's not like I really have anything to write about. I mean, this is me we're talking about.

I haven't been feeling well, actually. I'm not sure what it is, it feels like the flu, but it's not that consistant. I mean, I'll feel well one day, and then the next two days I'll get sick. Then well, then sick. It's a vicious cycle. How could I have possibly gotten sick while I've been holed up in my room for a week? Honestly, I don't know. It's probably the obscene amount of Coke I've ingested.

Maybe it's the weather. You know, on Monday and Tuesday it was 70-80 degrees. And Wednesday morning? Snow. And lots of it. About six feet to be exact, and I couldn't get my car up the damn driveway. I mean, I love the snow. Just as long as it stays off the driveway, my car, and the roads. Or, like, maybe if it would snow consistantly.. I wouldn't mind. I hate having my hopes up with perfect weather, and then wake up to six feet of snow.

I finally went to my theatre class. The 'doctor' finally said something about my excessive absences. I was wondering when she would, I've certainly missed enough. She wrote me a little note.. I felt important for about ten consecutive seconds... ten seconds while I read her note.. she wanted to remind me of my "responsibilities". Good Lord. What responsibilities? I'm a fucking usher. My responsiblity is to 'usher' people. I have to wear a costume, too. And introduce the play to the groups of fourth graders.

I have to wear a costume..

I had to pick it out Thursday. Let me just say, Penn State Beaver has some of the ugliest pieces of clothing I've ever seen. The 'seamstress' led me into her lair and started going through the closets. Since the play is The Frog Princemy costume had to be a fairytale-esque dress. Which meant my color choices were basically pink or purple. And ruffles. Lots and lots of ruffles. And since I'm small... well, that made it even worse. Everything was so big, and long, and just ugly. I finally ended up with a pink dress. I felt like a fucking Barbie doll. It was so ridiculous. It's not like I have some plastic pink high heels at home. I haven't worn a dress since I was little. Fuck it, I'm wearing my tennis shoes.

I'm not the costume type.