"Costochondritis: This is an inflammation of the cartilage between the ribs. Pain is typically located in the mid-chest, with intermittently dull and sharp pain that may be increased with deep breaths, movement, and deep touch."

I think I have this. All the symptons I get are there. It feels like someones stabbing a needle through the cartilege between my ribs, and it hurts like hell. And worst of all, it comes at the most unexpected times. I got it this morning when we were dance practicing. And Jenny thinks she has the same condition.

I've had one of the worst days I can recall. I won't go into detail with me getting a guaranteed zero for database crap (before any of you tell me I'll probably get a few marks here and there for at least knowing how to... etcetc, well I didn't know how to produce the query and thus didn't answer any of the questions)

I've never ever ever ever been such a rebel in my life. And I wasn't even trying to be a rebel. Literal zero.

I really have nothing to complain about, when taking into consideration the ordeals of the other 90% of the world. As everyone knows, God or whatever makes everyone's lives balance out. It's like some kind of unspoken rule, and its so FRUSTRATING sometimes. But you can't always be at the top of the ladder.

Speaking of ladders, I'm reminded of Bowling For Soup.

And the only thing that matters
Is climbing up that social ladder

(Haha, reminds me of something someone said to someone.)

Speaking of songs, I turned on my speakers for some music therapy, but the songs on my "recently added" playlist are so sad they're just making me want to cry. (Waking Ashland- Shades Of Grey, Hands on Deck- for any of you wanting to feel especially emo.)

Speaking of crying, I used to practice crying in front of the mirror. I know, sounds really sad, but it used to help release anger/stress/hate when I was pissed at my parents. I remember making up scenarios in my head like Angela Anaconda, in which I run away with my dog and live somewhere secret so that the parents feel reaaaallly guilty and want me back.

And speaking of emo, everybody seems to be brooding over boy trouble.

Life's complicated.



Woah, "Milkshake" just started blaring out of the speakers. Maybe I don't feel so low afterall.