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I'm the most boring individual you will ever have the mispleasure to meet. I can promise you that. And if you spell my name wrong, babies will be punched. I just missed 11:11. God damn it all.

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Illness III

I cannot wait for Christmas. Tis the season, after all.
But I always make the same stupid mistake every year; I ask for stuff I will never use. I still have some DVDs from last Christmas that haven't even been opened yet. (The Goofy Movie, Pokemon Orange Island DVD, etc. I just recently opened A Series of Unfortunate Events.) That's why I'm asking for money this year. I hope I get some, and not just only presents like the past few years. I've already gotten a few cards here and there, with Hot Topic gift cards and twenty dollar bills, which was pretty awesome. And I'm going shopping tomorrow, so I'll buy some gifts for my friends and myself. I need new shirts. Badly.

It's been snowing all day. Random tree branches have been flying into my window and scaring the hell out of me. It isn't exactly helping my cyst, per se. And I think my cyst is actually getting worse?
You see, I have an ovarian cyst. And it isn't looking too good. Like. It might explode. Ew.
And since I'm on my period right now, my ovaries feel like they're going to explode themselves. I'm in excruciating amounts of pain. Ow ad infinitum.

Liam is calling in... five hours.
I CAN'T WAIT KAJHDKJAHKJAHKJWH.
And now I'm hungry. I'll go eat something.

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