I hate being sick. I really hate it. First of all, I'm complaining about EVERYTHING! I'm like a 4 year old, cranky kid. I'm whining. Nothing's good enough. Food doesn't taste anything. And it doesn't stop there... no, I'm not only sick, but it's my freaking birthday tomorrow. I wish I could just sleep the whole day and wake up on thursday and decide that I'm gonna stay at 22, yeah, I like being 22. Even though my year as a 22 year old has sucked some really big balls, it's been a complicated and hard year... but still. I don't feel like getting any older :D

Now I'm gonna watch some Sex and the City and then it's sleepytime for me... HAHA, yeah right ;)

Peace.