The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

I REFUSE TO FALL!

This is horrible. Why now...? I refuse to. Friday night, I had Ryan and David over and we were up all night. This put a strain on my voice and caused me to hack and cough. This stripped my throat, and it mixed with my already runny nose, which drained into my throat and made the coughing worse. I had a choir concert that night. It wasn't so bad. I played guitar, and then I had to race all the way around the autorium to get into my concert choir line and grab my candle. By the time I had gotten there they were already going in, and I am the front of the line. I grabbed my candle and in the quick desperation the flame diminshed. Out of pure stupidity and lack of brain usage, I stuck my finger in on of the girls candles hoping to light my callus on fire to light my candle. Feeling the burn I decided that was a bad idea, and instead grabbed the lighter and brought it with me in the auditorium. I lit my candle and stuck the lighter into my pocket. Performed an alright concert then left. Not before my friend Jeremy fainted off the risers though. We sat around and I played guitar for the girls and sang. This also strained my voice more.

Afterwards, I was starving. I hadn't eaten at all that day, so when we dropped Joey off at an all nighter, I had mom stop at McDonalds. I ate 2 McChickens and talked with all my old co-workers and I was asked to come back to work by my boss. I said sure, I can after Jan 5th. We left and headed for home. On the way home I could feel my stomach screaming in pain and eventually, all my muscles became tense. I got home and I was in extreme pain. I started throwing up and keeling over in pain. I was miserable. I held it off, and got online to see if Molly was on. No sign, but I counted on that being it was 9:30-10. I drew and scanned a new comic and colored it, (in between trips to pray and make sacrafices to the porcelon god.) then posted it on my comic site. By 1 am I was in hell, and I decided to go to bed. I laid there in pain all night, running to the bathroom, then trying to get some sleep, and running back. Throw a half dozen hacks and coughs into that too somewhere. I woke up at 10 and decided church was out of the question. Justin eventually stopped by with his mom and packed up the rest of his stuff. The ass took the present he gave my brother with him. But we rejoiced when he was gone and I got ready for my second concert. This concert was horrible. I was sniffling, and coughing, and choking the whole time. David forgot to bring his guitar back to the school being he was outta gas and was freaking out and I paniced for a replacement. Mrs. Barr gave up here's for me... I will miss her in a way. This time I made it to my line on time though. BUT THERE WAS NO CANDLE FOR ME THIS TIME. Damn it. While standing up on stage (our performance was about 20-30 min) I was sweating bad. My shirt became drenched, my face was dripping wet, and I almost fainted. I knew I had to push through though, and by the end of our performance I was going to puke again... argh... Right now, I am trying to hold done a slice of pizza and some sunny dee in hopes not to die of starvation and malnutrition. My stomach and I are having a battle right now. Like I said though. Horrible timing. I might see Molly here soon... and I am sick. yes, you heard me right. Me sick.... horribly sick. Now I have to right out my speech outline for my senior project which is due tomorrow. I hope Molly is online. I could use her love and care right now....

Last night, mom talked to Charity and Andrew. Andrew looked at my brother and went "WOW, your bigger then your brother!" Joey thought it was really funny, especially since his voice screachy like screachs. This morning mom out of nowhere brought them up. She said:
"You know, I see why Charity is with Andrew... when you two were together, the power was balanced and when not, it was strugled for. But in that relationship, Andrew follows her like a lost puppy. She wears the pants in the relationship." Then she asked me "I thought she wanted to marry a fulltime pastor?" I replied with "Well, I thought so to, thats one of the reasons she broke up with me. But Andrew is being a pastors rival... a scientist." She said: "Huh... I just hope he knows how to take care of her. I know you did. I love Charity. And man, that boy is white and pale!" I laughed.

This also reminds me of the dream I had Friday night. I walked into this room, and there was charity and andrew both half naked making out. I was shocked, and just then I got the evilest smirk on my face. I threatened them with it. And oddly I had a camera with me... wierd...

*coughs and weezes*

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 8:09 PM