Saturday, October 31, 2009

Cry Me a River

Haha, so after all these crazy medications the doctors have me on, my mind has been a little broke. Starting last night. I took the first of the weird steroid things that start with a P that are supposed to get rid of the infection in my tonsils. I didn't read the possible side effect until later that night when I started experiencing weird mood changes and annoying pee breaks.

It started out playing World of Warcraft with Soontar. I kept getting super sick and tired of being sick. I was so mad, and so sad at the same time that my body didn't know what kind of emotion to display. So, that's when it started. We finished going to RFD and then headed to our separate inn's and said goodnight.

So, I went to bed, yet I couldn't sleep. I went to bed around midnight and normally, I would be able to sleep at that time. I mean, with mono, all it does is make me super tired. Yet, I couldn't sleep. So I decided to watch a movie while I slept. So I put in one of my favorite movies that I have seen a zillion times. Being the movie including Gerard Butler and Hilary Swank starring in P.S. I Love You.
Awe, such a good movie. But by this time in my life, the fact that I've seen it so many times, I already know what happens the entire movie. So I would be able to fall asleep easily and dream happily about it. And yet still, I watched the entire movie and bawled my eyes out. I cried so much that I was sobbing. But, whilst watching the movie, I kept having this undeniable thirst for drink. And once my thirst was quenched, a half hour later I had to make a bathroom break. So basically, every half hour during the movie, I would need to take a bathroom break. Needless to say, I didn't end the movie until around 3 o'clock in the morning. When by that time, I was so wrapped up in my emotional state of mind, that I decided to text my friends and tell them how much I appreciate their friendship. Although, I didn't include my best friend. But only for the reason that I would see her today hopefully and then I would give her a hug and tell her in person. I even had the urge to go downstairs and just give my mom a hug. I still do, although she isn't here. It's very strange. I blame these drugs in me. Me? Being affectionate towards other people for no entire reason? GASP. That's crazy. Well, the movie ended, and I was still crying! What is with me?! I just starting thinking about how much of a good summer I had. And how I had such a good life that I LOVE living. And then the thought came across me, "What if the reason I'm sick is because I'm being punished for living such an awesome life." Well, there goes my imagination again because Harry Connick Jr. playing Daniel in the movie P.S. I Love You says something the same along the lines to Hilary Swank aka Holly while she is drunk in a closet.

Such a good movie.
But also, such a sad, depressing movie. But so good. YAY FOR MY EMOTIONS.
HOW I LOVE FORCEFIELDS BEYOND MY CONTROL TOYING WITH MY BODY. Making me drink alot, making me pee alot, making me unable to sleep alot. Gah.
And I need to go take a new one. D:< Anyways, I yet again, couldn't sleep. So, I watched another movie I KNEW I could fall sleep too. Mmmm Phantom of the Opera.


Another movie starring Gerard Butler. And Lo and behold! I fell asleep. BUT! I woke up again and had to rewind to my favorite part of the movie. So that I may experience the full Gerard Butler is awesome part of the movie. Oh, it was good. But then, I fell asleep again. And yet AGAIN wake up at the next best part of the movie. Where the Phantom takes silly girl to lair and says "You are mine." Now, any normal girl, aka me, would be like. Oh, well I'm okay with that. But no, this girl, "Christine" would rather be in love with "Raoul"................
/facepalm.


Yeah, I don't like him. But hey, that main girl picked him after kissing the Phantom in front of him but he was okay with it. Wtf. I swear, girls can be silly.
Yeah, my throat hurts. I hate Raoul. I love Gerard Butler. Gonna go take me some pills now.

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