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	June 2005 June 29, 2005 \|Time\| 7:35 PM \|Sound\| "Don't Phunk With My Heart" Black Eyed Peas \|Habit\| feeling sick \|Feel\| slightly upset \|Think\| Why did I say I didn't like his music? I'm not sure why I don't do my journal more often. I think about it, but I just never seem to type anything. I've been feeling sick this past week. I wake up, feel sick, maybe feel a little better, feel sick, feel better, or just feel sick the entire day. I told Sean I had been feeling sick and his response was, "You're not pregnant are you?". Wouldn't that just be great... Then I felt bad at work on Monday and was weak and dizzy with a headache and told Ruthie I didn't feel well and she said, "Are you pregnant?". sigh Last night Jessie asked why I was being so quiet, and I told her it was because I wasn't feeling well. A little different lead in this time: "Are you married? Maybe you're pregnant.". Today Ashley asked me if I was feeling any better in front of Danyele, and then I end up telling Danyele I hadn't been feeling well for the past week. "Are you pregnant?" Apparently a girl just can't feel sick for a few days without being pregnant. I started my period today, and I'm not pregnant. I have times where I feel sick without actually being sick. I also get days where I feel weak and sometimes dizzy and maybe don't even feel like doing anything but laying down. It happens, and I know how I am. I also know I'm not pregnant. I'm a little upset right now because Sean's mom called and told him that Johnny Rivers and also The Drifters were going to be playing in town on July 22, which also happens to be Sean's birthday. She was asking if we wanted to go, which Sean was all crazy excited when she told him Johnny Rivers was going to be right here in town. He turned to me to ask and I basically said no without actually saying it. I then said I'd go. Johnny Rivers is one of his favorites, and he also likes The Drifters. I like "Secret Agent Man" and "This Magic Moment" but that's only one song per artist. He had me listen to some other songs by each and I told him the truth, I really didn't like them. So he won't go without me, and he won't have me go without me really wanting to go. I know how he is; 50 years from now he's going to say, "Johnny Rivers, right in our town. I can't believe I missed Johnny Rivers." I feel so bad. He really should get to see him, and it's his birthday. I really want to go just so he can see him. I'm going to feel bad about this for the next 50 years as he's next to me wishing he had gotten to see him. He's at school right now, and probably on the way there, while he's there, and then on the way home he'll be thinking about how much he really wants to go seem Johnny Rivers and that he can't believe he's missing the concert. When he called his dad back to say we weren't going, he said, "I know, I've never seen him either." and in a very disappointed voice. He kept telling me it wasn't anything and that he didn't really care, but I know he's lying. Then he said he'd get over it. Lying. He kept trying to get me in a better mood and get me to stop crying, yes I cried quite a bit because I felt so fucking bad, but him saying "right in our town" a few times to himself didn't really help. I should have said that they were pretty good, and then we'd be going and he'd be happy. Moving past that... Kitty is crazy. She acts like a dog. She wants lots of attention. She brings toys over to you if she wants to play. She brings a ball over to you and waits for you to throw it so she can chase after it and then bring it back for you to throw again. She brings her stuffed animals over to you. Yes, our cat plays with stuffed animals. Recently she got a little odder. I was in the kitchen and she was playing with a ball in there. Well, then she picked it up and started to walk to the living room. On the way there, she passed by her food and water bowls. I was hoping she wouldn't accidentally drop the ball in her water. She didn't. She placed the ball in her water, pawed it a little, then picked it up and carried it off. Here I thought her wet balls resulted from her playing crazily, but it turns out she just likes to place them in there. It wouldn't be so bad, but she likes to continue to play with it, and it occasionally ends up in her litter, so she has a litter covered ball. She's stopped doing that. I woke up the other morning to find her stuffed monkey with it's head in her water. Sean woke up this morning to find a soggy monkey in front of the fridge. I don't think I'll ever understand Kitty. We also keep all of her toys in her kitty bed, which she wouldn't use since she's a cat, and she'll pick out what she wants and bring it to where she wants to play with it at. There was a time where she used to put her balls back in her bed when she was done, but now she loses them all under the stove, under the laundry room door, or behind the fridge. Which she only has 2 of 9 balls right now, so I should probably go find them. Archives


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