What Rhymes with Kissy, Starts with a "P", and Describes Me?

My face burns, my head hurts, my ovaries hurt, my nose won't stop running, I'm sneezy, allergies suck, my face looks like a pizza, my feet hurt, my butt's sore, I'm covered in flea bites, I have happy pills stuck in my throat, I'm depressed, my IBS is acting up, I'm too fat, the ice-maker doesn't work, the Sonic Ice is all stuck together, the dishwasher doesn't work, it's too hot in here, it's too hot out there, I'm not in California, my best friend's body has been taken over by school Nazis, I can't sleep, my Invisalign is cracked, my hair is too wet still, and the voices of the actors on "Sabrina the Teenage Witch" irritate the crap out of me but it's the only thing on tv at 4am.

By the way, I think I'm in a bad mood, or depressed, or something like that.

House Sitting a.k.a. I Want My Mommy!

I have been home alone for 5 days now. I'm starting to go a bit stir crazy. I have at least 6 days left.

It's been a crazy time. My first day started off with my dog peeing red on the carpet. I freaked out! I didn't know what was going on. I thought my dog was dying and I was going to have to rush her to the doggy emergency room. All of this at 4 am. So I called my mom, crying. Then she told me, what everyone had forgotten to tell me: She's been doing this for months now. In fact, it's the reason we found out she has lung cancer. So, my mom calms me down, kind of, and I get off of the phone with her, and I sit on the stairs bawling my eyes out. So much that I started gagging and thought I was going to choke and die.

So, I finally get to bed a almost 6 am. Then I wake up at like, 3 pm and everything is going fine. I'm was suppose to go see one of my best friends in a production of "Singing in the Rain" and then go out to dinner afterward. I was so excited cause this was the first time I will be able to see her since I've been home from college. I get all dolled up and go out to the car. I turn the ignition and it sputters. I turn the ignition again and no sound at all. I turn it again. No sound. Again. No sound. Then I start crying. Again. I call my mom three times, and no answer. So I'm forced to call my dad, who's not the most comforting in crisis situations. He basically tells me it had to be something that I did and starts telling me to stop crying. NEVER tell a crying woman to stop crying. I yell at him to get my mom on the phone. She does her perfect motherly thing and calms me down enough to answer the door when a guy from church comes by (my dad called him) to help me with the car. We go out to the car and it starts for him the first try. Apparently you must have the priesthood to successfully start my car now. So I get in and it starts for me two times in a row. Talk about embarrassing. So I go back inside and call my mom, who tells me to get going to the show cause I need something good in my day.

So, I start driving to the show and I'm still kind of freaked out and a little teary-eyed. I'm almost there, when I realize I am barefoot and I forgot to bring my shoes. So not only are my eyes all puffy and red, all my make- up gone thus exposing my all of a sudden acne prone skin, but I am barefoot, going to a theater. So I start crying again until I remember I have a pair of obnoxious green flip flops in the back seat of my car left over from the move home from school. THANK YOU GOD!

I come home and try to take the dogs outside to go potty, since they had only gone once this day. They won't go. So I get out the leash. Success! The go out and I lead them around the yard. Then I start feeling pinching on my feet. There are fire ants covering my feet.

I run inside and wash my feet in the shower. Now my feet are all swollen and red with VERY itchy ant bites.

Fast forward 24 hours. I'm back at home and things are going a lot better. I decide to be domestic and clean make dinner for myself. I made pasta with cheese sauce. The cheese sauce didn't turn out the way it was suppose to, but it was still very good. I got to do the dished and the dished I put in earlier are still dirty, and, oh yeah, the dishwasher isn't draining. Another thing I was not told about: our dishwasher doesn't drain well. So I give up on domesticity and head for bed. The dogs have eaten my last pair of earplugs, and the remnants are strewn across the floor by my parents bed. Great. I had just watched Ghost Hunters and finished reading my book for the night, House of Leaves. I laid in bed for two hours, wide awake, jumping at every little sound. Again, I don't fall asleep until almost 6 am.

Fast forward to today. I've taken on my mom's duties and taken my granny out shopping, which in and of itself is a feat worthy of nice long nap. I love her to death, but my goodness, she's high maintenance. So I come home and take a nap until I need to leave for my church Institute class (it's like Bible study). I forgot to set an alarm. My class starts at 7: 30 in Alvin, 3o minutes down the road. I wake up at 8:30. So I get up and put on my pajamas and sit down with my computer. Then I start hearing sounds from the bathroom next to me. All the animals are either next to me or upstairs. I look in the bathroom and all of the shampoo and bodywash what-nots are on the floor of the shower. Their is a ghost in my parents shower. And to add to this, I keep hearing gurgling noises next to my chair. It seems they are coming from my dog and yes, she is having horrible gas. Either that, or there is something living under my chair, or under the bed. Either way, it's isn't exactly comforting.

Long story short. This house is too big and my mom needs to come home.

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes?

I had a really weird dream last night. I was back at AMDA and it was all redone, really nicely. All the guys from Allview moved into the apartment next door to me in Vine and they were running around with prop machine guns "shooting up" the school. Meanwhile, I was a group leader for orientation and all of the people were going crazy and I had to keep them calm, cause I was the only one who knew it was fake. Then I met two girls who were Mormon, and that was awesome. Thomas, Kayla, Myself, and KayKay were the only MB's left, and we were in Kevin Owers' class with a bunch of first semesters and I was the only one who didn't have a song to sing. Thomas kept stealing my chair from me so some hot girl could sit next to him. So every time I went to sit down, I fell on the floor. Then I went into my dorm room, and it was an attic space painted yellow. Just big enough for my bed and walking around. The walls were covered with pictures of Molly Ringwald and some guy that looked just like her and posters for a movie with John Cusack and Duckie( from Pretty in Pink) where the are professing their love for 80's redheads. Then the movie ends up being in my room and I'm just watching them from the corner. Then I woke up.