InsaneJournal

Current mood:	distressed
Current music:	Damien Rice - Cold Water

BABIES, DISGUSTING, DISGUSTING, BABIES
Not a very exciting day at all. My cold sore fucking broke out like a disgusting MOTHER FUCKER and its done and pissed me off to an insane degree. Its so fucking gross. I'm not even going to school tomorrow because of it, its THAT BAD. It was seriously almost fucking GONE, and then BOOM... Like the fucking a-bomb went off on my FACE. I'm so fucking gross-looking it kills me. But Clayton keeps trying to cheer me up since I've been in SUCH a gloomy mood because of it. Plus it not only itches like a bitch, but it HURTS like a bitch too. I had to drag myself out of bed and him too and decided to go over to Grants because his house is always so dim and whatnot.

Really, that was all we did. We ran back and forth a couple of times to my house and once to Keatons to get some stuff for Clayton's eczema and the charger for the PSP, but that was it. Mostly we sat around and RPed and watched Grant draw this AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS picture he's been working on. I mean. This shit. Is fucking... GRADE-A-GORGEOUS. I was fucking flawed. He gets into SO MUCH detail on every, single, little piece of... detail, that there could possibly be. Its not even funny. Its insane. I-N-S-A-N-E. I'll have to post it once I get a hold of it. But seriously. Shes going to be one of the characters in the game he, Clayton, and I are making. >3

Other than that though, nothing much. Tomorrow I have to wake up at SEVEN FUCKING THIRTY, and go pick his ass up, so we can go job-hunting. *yawn* I am so unenthused. I WAS enthused because I WAS going to be doing this too, but since my explosive cold sore, nothing doing. I'll grab a few applications, sure, but goddamnit... like I told my mother, right now, -I- wouldn't hire me. Its that fucking gross and... BIG.

But yeah, as I said, that was basically it. A very big nothing day. Now heres to hoping, praying, and dreaming, that my cold sore diminishes with UNGODLY speed tonight. ; A ;