The mixed emotions of being sick (and dramatic)
Hello, Everyone…. I’m baaa-aaack!!!!
I’m so sorry I havn’t posted on my blog lately, I’ve been extremely busy… First I had to write a song for a party… (lol, Grub). Then, I went to a sleepover (Isabel), and stayed up until 3 am, and I woke at 7 am. The, I got sick, and I currently have a fever, and earlier today, I almost fainted. Instead, I fell off the ladder of my loft bed and hit my head on my sisters’ bed.
So I decided to take up the most immediate course of action: I lay in my bed (wich I finally go into,) and decided to cry for 5 minutes, before I realized that it was pointless. So I opened my eyes, and freaky thing of all freaky things, I couln’t see. Ha. I totally panicked. And I couldn’t get my mom because when I moved, I got dizzy again, also, I couldn’t see for at least 10 minutes.
Send me vibes. I need them so badly. I have a dance class at 8:30 am tomorrow, and I am either going to die, or collapse and faint. Funfunfun. >:p I just so happen to be quite angry with the Universe.
Sorry,Moon, I’d love to talk about piercings and tattoos, but they repulse me at the moment.
Instead, I will tell you what different fabulous moments of my life have been in me recent memory… I know it’s boring to you, but my self-esteem is quite low at the moment. Humor me, please.
Fabulous thing number one:
I remember, when I was 10 (or 11?), and I was at some fair/circus-y type thing with my dad and mom and two sisters. I decided to try rock wall climbing, because I had tried it a few times before, and I really loved it, as I am addiced to hights.
So I paid five dollars to climb the medium side. I mean, you seriously could earn a radio if you made it to the top of the hard side, but I don’t like to try showing off just to find that I suck at it. So, anyways, I looked down at me mom and dad about…. one million times, and I kept seeing all these fit-looking people fall off the easy and hard sides, wasting five bucks every time. I looked down and I said ” I’m coming down!” at least four times, and went to the top.
I value money, as in ‘don’t waste’ not in a miserly way, so I rang the buzzer, and began my descent. And GUESS WHAT?! A bunch of random people started cheering for me. Coolie.
Random.
Also, the crowning glory of it all is that I was wearing a SKIRT. My very favorite skirt of all! A skirt my best friend’s grandma had made for me. It was pinkish, and has petunias all over it. I love it.
OK now, before I go and crash, I’ll just tell you about fainting goats another time, OK?
Love, you, and health to all,
The Indian Diva (Kimy)