But it's 3 am. Haha, the night just flew by =/ It's because I'm all thrown off. I got up at 3. In the afternoon. I tried to have some soup, but something tasted seriously wrong with it. I ate some french toast. Mother made Fettuchine with alfredo sauce, out of a bag. It was quite good. I still didn't like chicken though. Then mother and father when out to dinner with another couple.
I had me a smoke and threw a ball for the dog. Showered, then played me some good Sims3. Jon has a friend over. I was playing a game called Pandemic 2, where you spread a disease ALL over the world...steve texts me saying he's having a fire, NOW. I can't go, I have no ride. Repeats for me to get ready. I don't. Ten thirty he bursts through the door and tells me to get dressed, Sean's in the driveway. T_T ok, I will. So I get redressed. No, that's not true, I was never dressed. I hop in Sean's minivan and away we go. At the fire it's Steve, Sean, Ashley, Josh, Jordan, Nick, and Isaac. They're playing guitars? Steve gets a spark on me and it burnt a hole in my shirt! My Smiths' shirt. I'm in love with this shirt, it will have to be sewn up. I ended up being at his house till twelve thirty, waiting for my parents to get there. Yay, ha. That's why my night's been so late. I got home very late.
I neglected to mention my sim died. I was deeply upset. His name was Joshua Puffy. I have no idea why, ha. His wife also died, Erin Puffy. They have three kids who prssede them, Eleanola Puffy, Chello Puffy, and Mathew Puffy.
Probably the most important things I say recently are about my idiotic night adventures. I mean, you can blame the medicine, sure. You can say I provoke it, but that's not true. You can tell me to go to bed, but I obvivously know that. Last night I know what I did. Well, I know I crawled around my room. I don't know why I was down there in the first place but I ended up talking to my pictures. I have about 8 pictures in frames all put together, and I moved them from under my desk to the middle of the room. Then I tearfully had conversations with all of them. Noteably being a picture of my brothers when they were younger, a picture of my family on a hiking trip, little things like that. I have no idea what I said to them but I was under the impression they were talking back and I was so surprised I think I was there for hours. I climbed into bed and just everything seemed so difficult, I just laid down and fell asleep.
I'm eating cream cheese on a spoon again. I was doing really good somehow, my stomach didn't hurt all day? That's become so rare. Now it's cramping up. I'm so sick of doctors, but tomarrow I'm doing to the stomach doctor, and I'm actually excited. Unfortunately, I have a driving hour before it, and for that I'm not excited. Especially since it's in less than seven hours =[.