99.5

Three cheers for making progress.

However, I've still got that inability to sing as well as I normally do, which is majorly pissing me off. How many days do I have left? 2 days? Maybe 21? I know this seems like a lot of time, but it's extremely difficult to perfect a voice. Nay, I might even say it's impossible. There's always something to improve, and I probably have to start over again. Not completely, but when I speak, I sound so hoarse and disgusting that it makes me want to throw up a little.

Alright, enough with the dramatics. It's Leonard Nimoy's birthday, there should be no need for sourness. Not one bit. Right now, I wish I had some paper mastuff (however you spell it. D:) because I have the biggest urge to make Vulcan ears or something in celebration on this happy day. But I'll probably end up doing nothing because my big, fluffy blanket's finally being washed and right now I'm kinda freezing. Let's just hope that the cat hair came off of it. [/angry glare at the kitty, who is lying at the foot of my bed as usual]

I can see that my ADHD's coming back. Three cheers for not staying on topic. :D

So. Last night I watched this movie about the original rave baby or something. Michael Alig. At first, I didn't know that he was (or is, he might still be alive) real, until I remembered the movie was based on a true story. (This movie is called Party Monster, by the way. I wouldn't suggest it to you if you don't like drug stories. Killer soundtrack, though. Very techno-y.) And yeah, it was interesting. And colorful. And weird. And COLORFUL. And...slightly violent? Yeah, Angel got killed. (SPOILER ALERT! Sorry. D:)

Ooh, and also I tried talking to Scott while I was watching the movie. He didn't seem very talkative, though. It made me frown a little, but he might have also been at work or something. Where he works? Beats me. But I'd rather not stalk him and find out. That would just be taking it beyond creepy. Again. (Yeah, I've been there before. Please don't ask, it's in the past and I'm trying to better myself. I'm not an obsessive freak....anymore, I swear!) But yeah. I...really have nothing else to say. I got two more free days to recover and just chill out. Good news is, I don't have to take anymore Mucinex DM, which DOES NOT WORK, by the way. Just in case any of you were thinking about using it to break up lung phlegm. Don't. It's useless.

Alright, for serious. Time to go see if my blanket's dry. Then I will curl up in it and roll around a clean floor in its dryer warmth. Mmmm, I'll be a fluffy, disease-stricken caterpillar. :D