I'm mostly writing this down to document it in case it happens again. Anyone remember this post, in which I described (in comments) what seemed to be a diabetic episode that occurred at my old job? That happened again the other day, only much worse. I passed out in the bathroom at work, and while I'm not getting fired for it this time, I am gonna have to get my ass to a doctor. I'm still having symptoms (specifically, I feel feverishly hot and cold at intervals) and I think it might be some kind of blood pressure issue.

So, there's that. Also I dyed my hair and it looks like crap so I got more dye and hopefully it'll look better, and I've been pretty depressed and fatigued on top of everything else. I've cut way down on the amount of soda I drink and I've started taking a multivitamin and eating better breakfast, because I'm thinking part of the depressing and fatigue is just that my health sucks, although I have lost weight due to a combination of poverty, exhaustion, and manual labor.

Oh, and I've been switched to front end at work - I'm a bagger and cart collector now. It actually sucks significantly less than the deli or bakery, but it's still tiring as fuck.

And finally, to add to the list of things that are rapidly becoming normal, this song makes me want to cry.

So, I was gonna see a Reel Big Fish concert in Cleveland on Wednesday with my dad, but he can't make it, so now I have no one to go with and no way of getting there. Also, I'm pretty sure Ticketmaster doesn't do returns or exchanges, but correct me if I'm wrong.

Uh, anyone interested in catching a concert? XD

Moving to Ohio on Tuesday.

Packing sucks.

Why do I live so far away from everyone I care about?

My grandparents found my blog, hence it being friendslocked now. I'm too lazy to put up a banner at the moment, but I might later.

They told my aunt I'm gay. ...For some reason. She was like, "And?"

They're really liberal and shit, so it's not like they're going to disown me, but...Jesus.

My mom thinks it's funny. Goddamnit.

P.S: I saw Fight Club, finally. It was epic. Epic.

Fuck, you guys.

Just...fuck.

I just...I don't even know what to say. I just can't believe it. ._.

I have written poetry.

Start running now.

(It's called "I Guess That's It, Then".)

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There is so much shit going on right now that I don't even know how to start, so I won't. I'll just let you all know that my life at current is made of suck, and I need to get out of this house before everything blows up.

In...different news, this girl named Katie who seems to really like me asked if I wanted to go out for coffee sometime, and I gave her my number. This is probably stupid of me, but at this juncture I'm just like...I don't even care. At least I'll get to talk to someone I know wants to talk to me.

The ironic thing is that like a week ago I kept wondering if I should ask her out, because I kind of wanted to. But now it's like, this is probably a bad idea. Yay, life.

P.S: I was subjected to Hannah Montana music today, and she has this song called "Rock Star" that unabashedly steals the guitar riff from Lustra's "Scotty Doesn't Know". So, obnoxious, overenthusiastic, coattail-riding twit, and a plagiarist. Whee. (Although, she probably doesn't write her own songs. I wouldn't give her that much credit.) Holy crap, she's like a fanbrat.

No offense to any Hannah Montana fans, but Miley Cyrus annoys the fuck out of me. Her dad can stay, though. Billy Ray is entertaining. Not the music, but he seems like a cool dude.

People should have to fill out break-up forms.

Under, "What can I do to improve upon previous relationships?" Noah would have to fill out, "Speak honestly and openly; try not to be a prick."

Also, there should be a "Reason for break-up: Check one or fill in the blank" field, because he didn't fucking tell me why.

What did I do?

I'm still alive, Iron Man was epic, I'm having an awful, hellish week but I'm hanging out with Evan this weekend, school is almost over and I'm panicking, I seriously need somebody to talk to, Noah is driving me insane and my brother put a video of our dog on YouTube.

The end.

The best part about prom was that they played Rubberband Man and my ex-girlfriend got hypnotized and made a fool of herself on stage.

I'd never felt so lonely in my fucking life.