One Hundred Bottles Of Beer On The Wall...

Not literally. I'm not sure why anyone would want to do that. I don't like beer, anyway, and it would taste even worse if you left it on a wall for a while.

So the weekend was goooood. I don't even remember what happened on Saturday. I don't know if that's an indication of how chillaxed I was or of how boring my life is. Yesterday was great too. Chrissy and I spent a while at Nadias, drinking apple cider and chatting about stuff. We had Subway, and it would have been good if the bitch serving me had bothered to toast it.

Sadly, like the dick that my body can be sometimes, I had to go ruin it. Just as we were about to leave I almost fainted, and had to spend several seconds crouched on the bathroom floor. I thought it had gone away and went back to the kitchen, only to have it return about three times as bad with the added pleasure of a loss of hearing and a headache. Needless to say, the car ride home was not fun.

Other than that it was awesome, and great to see Nadia again :)

Course, this morning I felt like crap, with yesterdays symptoms only toned down and spread out over six hours. I finally feel better after sleeping all day.

I actually genuinely hate missing school, but I also hate being at school while sick. I also hate being called a wagger. It actually makes me angry, for reasons I can't explain.

I also can't explain why what happened yesterday happened. Maybe it was mixing apple cider with red wine, or the chicken in my sub, or just some random thing that'll never have a particular reason.

This is my one hundredth post. I guess that explains the title. Sort of. I think that a 100th post needs a celebration, so here:

Have some naice caek.