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I ... made myself sick off too much pizza.

Spent the morning finding some fic, which drove me to rant. I didn't get any of the stuff done in Flagstaff that I was supposed to. At some point, we're going to the museum, to learn. After I do some laundry and stop feeling sick. We is yamiaudra and penginchan, Audra's putting makeup on my sister right now. I think I've been living on soda for too long. My train leaves at nine.

That Metallica song has been playing in my head nonstop for two entire days, why.

I'm short hundreds of dollars this month, which means instead of paying off my Visa I only sent them fifty dollars. This can be attributed to a fuck up on Bryce's part, or my mother's part, or my father's part--well. My feelings on this can be summed up in what I yelled at my parents before I stormed out of the room: "I'm fucking screwed, and it's everyone's fault but mine."

I storm in and out of places a lot. It's very dramatic.