Lies are like Flies.

There is a slight possibility in a netherworld that doesn't exist that I should fix my sleep schedule. Why does it not exist? I've tried it. So many times. I cannot honestly tell you the last time I slept during the same time frame two nights in a row.

Unfortunately, ice pick headaches are the result. Migraines I'd think. I wonder if my aunt not getting sleep caused hers; if so, then I DID inherit it from my dad's side. But I can no longer bring up anything I feel to him, ever. Because I'm a hypochondriac and blah blah blah~ And if he doesn't see me eat he thinks I'll be anorexic like my mom became. And I'm a pill popper because I take pills a lot. Meh.

I take pills so my chalkboard only has one evil math problem on it at a time. Try writing 3 problems overlapping on a chalkboard. You eventually decide, "Hey, the only thing erasing these other ones does is make my blood not clot as fast, WHY NOT." Recently he bitched me out because he didn't find medicine in my bathroom. Yeah. Because I got sick of being called a druggie and decided to keep them in my room so you don't hear me take them. ALSO, you NEVER take pills. EVER. Excuse me for assuming, guess I made an ass out of u and me.

Randomly been getting storm pains tonight. Even now. Pressure change, I should say. I have been almost devoid of them for a month or two so their recurrence leaves me baffled. But then, the weather's been...umm...well. Fuck heat. But yeah. Isolated thunderstorms tomorrow? Might be the reason. Beg they hit. Nothing like a storm to help me feel better.

I need to get to sleep soon. This headache is fading in and out, and my meds aren't working cuz it's not mild enough. Hmm. What else...

Oh yes. More people know about my dalliance with Abraham now, because that lovely girl I trusted and found out too late was a gossip, told someone. I may have to remind her that I could easily let her secret out as well. One -I- wasn't asked to cross my heart to keep. Meh. Idk. I don't like black-mailing. I've only really done it once. To get rid of an ex's gf. Truth is, I didn't actually have any evidence besides friends who knew and my vivid memory. But he didn't know that.

Random fact: If you're gonna cyber with someone over the webcam and you're both enjoying yourselves and it's definitely mutual, where both parties wanted it...probably not gonna have anything dirtying your shoes. Think about it. Unless you're a paranoid psycho, you won't use an in-computer camera to record the webcam association or have much reason to ensure you keep the convo as evidence until after things have gone bad and the evidence is gone.

I once got bitched at for 2 hours by someone because apparently I'm an easy slut whore with no brain, that cybering is the stupidest thing you can do and so unsafe and I must be pathetic to want guys I don't know irl to compliment my body and blah blah blah. Fuck that shit. :P

She was like a brick wall. Not a karate-able one either, but a brick wall with a couple behind it. Maybe superman coulda done something. But she was like...eep. I had to get a friend to help. He ended up trolling her. I...honestly didn't care anymore as I'd been crying for an hour.

If anyone plays WoW, Earthen Ring is a nice realm to join. People there tend to be pretty cool. Most fantasy names are taken though, but it IS a roleplaying realm. No other realm I've been on has been quite as nice. Only problems were:

1. Tauren Paladin and his Undead Priest buddy came to Goldshire and harassed us, then got on alts to be cruel to us.
2. Some 6-year old told us how he didn't like...kiters, and said something like, "I want to can rape them all" or something...it was pretty funny though. I can't remember how he said it. It was something only a 6-year old boy could think of.

The headache's faded a little, but it's in its weird scrunchy stage where it feels more like how cling-wrap sticks to itself, but in my head...bah. It's not something you can really understand without actually feeling it. Most things aren't. Even with my powers of metaphor and simile.

I have a 1983 dime that looks weird. The head is bigger than those on older, or newer, dimes. Let's see what google says...nothing. Figured. Gotta wait 'til I find another one to compare it. Sigh.

Umm. Let's see. Nope. Nothing left really to say. UMM. ...sigh. Sleep time I suppose. Joyous, lovely vivid-dream-filled sleep. Nothing like the effect of Prozac on dreams. Night world. For now.