Argh I'm sick. And being sick I'm all "I'm probably contagious and school sucks anyway so I'll just stay home." So I did, and then I felt incredibly guilty because my superego is a jerk! And then I threw up a little and I was like "JUSTIFIED!" and didn't feel guilty. And now I feel guilty again and I just wanna sleep but I know I won't be able to. Mostly because I'm like "Now is a perfect time to work on your five page psychology paper!" But I'm really bad at writing papers. So I keep procrastinating. And then I realized all this procrastinating and guilt is making me anxious. Which is what I'm writing my paper on so it's probably just I keep thinking about anxiety and it makes me anxious. If I actually worked on my paper I get the feeling it could be one of my best. I really like how I started out it sounds really report like. But now I can't think about how to segment into panic attacks/disorder. I'll think of something. Ugh I can't wait until summer because then I won't have to go to school. But then I remember I have to get a job! Which sucks. I've never worked a day in my life! Why can't I just marry some rich dude... I'll let him have as many mistresses as he wants! It's called compromise! You give me money and I'll let you do whatever. I'm a terrible person. But at least I don't have a mental disorder... OR DO I?! Who knows really. So I was "writing" my paper and talking to mom about psychology because she was going through my textbook and she was all "You're brother got to take the [Insert name of personality test here]." And I was all "Unfair! I want to take them!" And my mom was all "You don't have personality problems like your brohter!" and I was all "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" and she was all "True. But your brother can't relate to people." And I'm all "I CAN'T RELATE TO PEOPLE!" The difference between me and my brother is that I bottle up all my anger and stuff and try to be decent. He's just a jerk with an attitude. I just spaced off there for a second. I like to listen to the Beatles. But then I feel guilty for not listening to anything else. It's not my fault. They're good. I keep looking at the cover of this book I'm using as a reference for my paper and the girl on it looks like a boy and it's kind of creeping me out. Like He/she is staring into my soul. S/He is making me Nervous.. or should I say anxious? Blah. see how obsessed I become. Well That's it for now I suppose. Ciao.