Saturday afternoon

Well... I'm not so sick anymore. I don't have a fever anymore but I have a cough that could scare anyone, lol. About 4 different people have tried to get me to go to the doctor, and I have (not so subtly) reminded them that not only do I hate doctors, but I went to two doctors when I was in Caracas. I promise that if I'm not completely better by the end of this week, I'll go to the health center at school, ok?

Anyway, I was supposed to have a long weekend because we have fall break monday and tuesday, but it turns out I gotta go to school monday for work. Fantastic. I really hope I can sleep these days, though. I mean it's kinda sad that I get excited when I manage to sleep past 8 am. But I'm always tired and I keep waking up in the middle of the night, so I really need to get some rest these days I have off, otherwise going back to class is going to suck.

The good thing is that my dad finally got some time off and checked on the horrible noise my car was making whenever I hit the brakes. It was bothering me quite a bit. Not because the car wasn't braking well, but because I hate noises on a car when I don't know where they come from. Turns out a piece of wire had come out and that was what was making the noise.
He also started fixing up the paint cracks on the ceiling of the car, which also had me pretty concerned because it was all rusty and rain is coming soon in Memphis.

My friend and I only talked once more, and it was only so she could tell me that she was offended that I had written about her here. The funny thing is she doesn't even read this, but a mutual friend told her because he does read it and -she- was the one to tell him that we were fighting. I give up, I really do. I lost count of how many people have told me that if she'd known me for so long, she knew how much her words would hurt and she said them anyway. What's the point of having someone in your life that wants to hurt you?