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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came :: Thursday, January 22, 2004 ::

    *Sigh*...a wonderful day...despite the fact I think the nurse drained half of the blood from my body.

    Anywho, so. I had a doctor's appointment today and, originally, my mom was going to drive me down there, then back to our house and then I would go to school. Except, the appointment went over about thirty minutes (They wanted to do a few cholesterol tests since my mom's side has a history of problems in that area...meaning a nurse stuck a needle in me for about five minutes and my blood drained out and now I can't bend my right arm very well because it's kinda sore. Getting back on topic...) and my mom asked me if I would be counted present even if I made missed my first two periods. I said no, plus, by the time we got back to my house and I left, i would be getting to school during Physics. So she says:

    "Then we're going to have some mother-son bonding time."

    The woman who has to see me vomiting to not let me go to school pulled me out.

    So, we hung around South Charlotte (Barnes and Noble, Borders, South Park, CHEESECAKE FACTORY) and now I'm home.

    Never mentioned Clay or that fight...we just...talked about stuff other than that. It was nice to not be yelling at her for once.

    Oh, and for the record, I casually mentioned prom and how some people are getting dresses ready, and she asked if I had hung the clothes up from NYLC. I said I had, and she said:

    "Good. A suit will be fine for prom."

    I said:

    "Good, because I don't want to have to rent a tux."

    She said:

    "Good, because I don't want you to rent one."

    So there. I am wearing a fucking suit to prom, not a tux. Ha ha ha!

    Current Mood: Pretty damn good
    Current Music: Belle and Sebastian - Sleep The Clock Around

    :: Nick Thursday, January 22, 2004 [+] ::
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