P-A-R-T- WHY? Because I gotta!

The Mask. Single greatest movie ever done by Jim Carrey besides Dumb and Dumber. I was watching it yesterday at Lizzy's house with no other than Lizzy and Matt. Matt's SUPER effed up. The back of his head is swollen, well has THE NASTIEST bump I've ever seen and a purple/blackish eye the size of my fist. It's just nasty. He can hardly keep his head up so he's all surrounded by giant Alicia-sized pillows, ice packs and all sorts of food. Which is good because he eats like a starving bear. All I could really do was bring him pain killers and make him laugh a little. Which kinda worked. Until he fainted. I left Lizzy's place around 12:30am or so...
Laughing too hard isn't good for you. I'm going back today around eight. Or maybe seven if I have nothing to do at that time. So he wasn't at church today, and neither was his brother. Which really worried me. He looks worse by the day :(



I feel guilty. But it really wasn't my damn stupid dumb ass fault. It's just hard admitting whose fault it really is...


Today has been a day from hell. I woke up and BAM MTHR FCKR A STUPID DUMB ASS MIGRAINE. Except for this time it was really bad. REALLY REALLY BAD. I was crying like a baby with a diaper rash or a person whose legs have been stuck underneath a train. Or someone who's just been hit by a truck. It wouldn't go away for TWO STUPID DUMB ASS HOURS. So my stupid dumb ass incessant crying pissed my dad off really really bad. My mom was at work. And my dumb brother was being super idiotic. So after it went away, I was scratching everywhere and I realized I had bug bites EVERYWHERE. I even have one on my face. IT'S NOT A PIMPLE! It itches like hell. So I tried not to scratch but it didn't work. Oh, and then my toe nail is split in two so I had to call my doctor for an appointment because it's really hurting. So I quit soccer. Because the dumb stupid dumb ass girls are such dumb asses and practice is equally as efficient as sitting at home watching T.V. with a big ass bowl of high buttery popcorn and a 2 liter soda. My dad was even more pissed. And at church, I was too worried about Matt and his brother to pay attention to what the pastor was saying and I forgot my choir vest in my laundry basket at home. So I sat waayyyy in the back row like a dumb ass with the whole choir staring at me with their "Wednesday-Thursday-Friday-Aracely-why-aren't-you-up-here?" faces.

*sigh*


At least today is almost over. And I'll be with Matt and Lizzy in a few hours. So it's all good. Thank God Jesus Christ it's almost Monday :)

But nothing can ruin my already ruined day.