Tilling my own grave to keep me level

That reminds me, I need to make Melissa's mix CD. Brb.

Almost done now, give me like half an hour more.

Finished. But now I'm doing other things. See ya tomorrow.

Tomorrow:

Hello, it's tomorrow. I wasn't at school today due to me dying. Yes, I know, tragic. I should be back tomorrow.

Finished season 1 of House. Season finale was satisfying. Only 8 more to go until I'm caught up. 24 episodes a season. Calculate the hours and we have a lot of time wasting to do. Fantastic.

OH MY GOD A TEXT MESSAGE, WHO IS IT. MELISSA. SHE SAID: "You okay?" IM GOING TO RESPOND. OH NO MY PHONE DIED. Oh well. I'll respond later when I get the charger out from behind my bed. Way too deathly to do it now.

You may be wondering, "Cassie, why are you dying?" Well, I'm dying from nausea and general lightheadedness. I get up and my body feels funny, and suddenly I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm convinced it's nerves because I'm a nervous wreck right now and can't handle anything remotely challenging, but it could just be that I ate something bad and it got into my blood stream because my body mistook it for a nutrient. Stupid body. If that's the case, I mean. I could very well be an emotional wreck. It usually takes about a day to digest food, but if this SHIRT got into my blood stream, I'm going to be sick for at least 3 days while my... uh... What organ cleans blood again? Is it my heart or some other organ? I think it's my liver? Yeah, so my liver has to get that bug out of my blood stream before I'll feel even remotely okay enough to go back to school. Omg so if I'm getting dizzy, that means it's in my brain. SHIRT. IM GOING TO DIE.

Actually probably not, I've just been watching too many doctor shows. I like doctors. I like anatomy. Being a doctor would be cool. But they have to face a *ding*ton of school so I could never be a doctor. I'd much rather be a doctor than a therapist though. Therapists annoy me with their controlled attitudes and whatnot. I guess doctors have to do that too, but therapists' jobs revolve around controlling their moods. Way too constrictive.

Yeah I have no idea what I'm going to do after college.

I wonder what Bre and Melissa wrote about today. I'm going to go read their entries. Actually, I already read Melissa's.

WHAT. I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO WHILE IM BEDRIDDEN. Except watch House.

...God I love house...

See you later, Mr. Mitchell and creepy stalkers.