The Minds Labyrinth

Due to my constant neglect of posts I have decided to do another stream of consciousness. Ready? Here goes nothing. I'm tired. That's not unusual for me though because I am seriously nocturnal now...like I go to bed at 8am and wake up at like dinner time most of the time...is that healthy? Probably not. It's only 11:30 and I want to sleep, why is that? Is my lack of sleep catching up with me? Probably... It's boring doing nothing all day. I miss school...I mean learning sucks but at least I'd be doing something. Lack of doing shit is causing me to lack posting ideas which means you all go without posts. I want to experiment and see if I can roundhouse kick a small tree down. Have you ever looked at a small tree and thought "Hey I could roundhouse kick that fucker down!" No...that's weird you say? Well screw you then! Okay fine...maybe you didn't say that...maybe I said that because I know I'm weird... I'm also a manly space dolphin.

So remember in this post when I said I can't handle Tylenol? Here's an example of this for everyone out there. One night I had a cold and was staying at my grandma's house. My grandma, like all grandmothers, wanted me to be healthy and fed me two Gravol, two Tylenol nighttime pills, and another extra strength Tylenol for good measure. In about a half hour I was loopy as all hell. I was sharing a room with my little brother at the time and he vividly remembers, as all little brothers do when their sisters do something embarrassing, everything I said and did that night. It all started when he farted. I looked insane and I heard colors. Pretty sure. Brother : *farts* Me : Is your butt a trumpet? Brother : Um? Me : You should take that butt trumpet and start a marching band Brother : No. A fartching band That was followed by my friend telling me there was a purple unicorn named Bob beside me Which was followed by me deciding that I wanted to be made of j

Vacations are a time for rest, relaxation, and fun, they're a time to kick back and throw your troubles away. That is the mindset I took with me on the long needed break from the stress of being sick for the vacation at boyfriend's house. We got to the island and I was excited to spend time with him, equipped with my new medicine and a love of exploring places. Vacation yay! Day one went like this "Oooh I have money let's go on a date!" followed by a lovely dinner, movie and early bedtime. Day two: I feel kinda sick...oh and people from home are calling me and begging me to come home so now I'm miserable and depressed. Day three: Oh bugger...I have a fever and am still miserable. Day four: I...can't get out of bed... Dying again ;-; And so on. My vacation has been spent sick and in bed or on the couch watching Game of Thrones (new addiction) and longing for the sunshine. We managed to get me out of bed long enough for two family dinners