Remember yesterday when I was complaining about not feeling well after eating the mussles? Well, about half an hour after writing about that, I ended up in the bathroom. Throwing up everything, "including [my] socks" as my dad would say. It was pretty bad, and the worst part is that I was completely alone. There really isn't a worse feeling in the world than that. all told, I probably spent close to an hour in the bathroom. It really sucked. a lot.
Because of my sickness I missed the Behind the Music on the Bangles so I'm making up for that by listening to them. I love them.
For my creative writing class we're doing an assignment on symbolism, where we have to find some kind of symbol and tell a story showing how it relates to our lives. I've been really struggling with it because I can't find one to write about. But yesterday I got to thinking and I've reached a conclusion that my name is a good symbol for me. If the assignment turns out well I think I will post it here.