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Saturday, June 23, 2007 @9:23:00 AM
♥ aelispeaks:sick sick and sicker.
oh rawr. and if Bessy is reading this don't laugh. i seriously feel like roaring. kinda. i know it's late but i'm just coughing so bad i can't sleep at all. every 2 minutes i sit up whocking away like a mad person. whocking is coughing for a really long time btw...i invented it. haha. i didn't tell him i was sick. i guess i didn't want to worry him. should i have told him? the last time i had a fever (i don't have one now thank God) when it was over i told him and he said he felt something was wrong. i wonder if he feels anything now. i sms-ed him goodnight and something...he usually replies it back but tonight he just said goodnight and rest well. he did add a smiley face tho. i wonder what he thinks sometimes. like tho we rarely talk or meet up does he think of me? i did a 'how happy are you being single' quiz...but i'm not telling you what i got because the results of that quiz totally ruined a friend's love life. when i got back from camp i told him about the skit thing...i acted as a newlywed with this idiot guy. then i joked with him and asked 'are you jealous?' i was kinda hoping for a joking answer back but he said no. you know sometimes i talk to him...then suddenly there's nothing left to say. and half the time he'll just say brb gaming. which is actually ok with me cos then i won't feel bad cos the window is open but i'm not talking to him at all. when we were just friends i could just talk with him for ages and ages. but now we hardly talk. i don't sms him all the time...i tell myself it's a way to save my exploding phone bill but i know that's not really true. i mean i talk to parveen all the time...we chat often and i don't really care about my phone bill. why?? i just don't get it. oh well. i've gotten a new inspiration for a story...bits and pieces from all over. one bit's from Lost (the tv show), one bit's from the DVC. and the rest i'm still working it out. so yeah. maybe i'll go write it now. yeah. hopefully i'll feel tired and somehow manage to sleep. i think i whocked a million times just typing this. ouch.
whocking-ly yours,
{siLEA}
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