Eika's blog: "..."

you laugh when commercials celebrating Jesus appear on tv (especially when this previously stated Jesus appears in clay form....yes, clay form.)

My head hurts so bad I feel like I might throw up. I honestly think it's because I haven't eaten much today and had quite the workout in soccer class (2 hour long class). Don't worry, I'm not on some crash diet; I am going to have to remember to pack a lunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because school from 7:30am-2pm, then having to shower and be at work by 3pm doesn't leave much time to eat. Needless to say a mini french bread pizza and some ritz crackers with peanut butter is not enough (and my head is now pounding that message home quite literally). I'm eating a sandwich now, but I think it's probably too little too late. Maybe I'll just skip homework tonight and take my sleeping pill the doctor gave me for my poison oak and attempt to forget that my brain is trying to escape from my skull using a pickax.

When you leave your purse in your trunk and your keys are in that purse....you might find it extremely difficult to get into your car. I learned this lesson the difficult way.

Whoever sent me those balloons anonymously made my day. Thank you! :)

I never looked at myself as the kind of person that was caught up in my image. If I'm running late then give me 15 minutes to get ready (20 if I need a shower) and I can go out of the door and be relatively happy with my appearance. But now that I have poison oak covering a good third of my body, I really don't want to leave the house. Everytime someone looks at me I feel like they are trying to figure out what is wrong with my face/neck. Luckily it shouldn't be spreading anymore, but there is very little of my body that it hasn't tried to conquer. I have poison oak on my face, my neck, my hairline, my ears, my wrists, calves, thighs, lower back, stomach, chest, ankles, knuckles, behind my knees, upper back, and chin. I feel like a freak. Many people say that you can't really tell it's on my face, but I can tell. It's all I see when I look in the mirror. I can't wait for this week to pass, so I can melt back into human society and not fret over my appearance once again.

I never looked at myself as the kind of person that was caught up in my image. If I'm running late then give me 15 minutes to get ready (20 if I need a shower) and I can go out of the door and be relatively happy with my appearance. But now that I have poison oak covering a good third of my body, I really don't want to leave the house. Everytime someone looks at me I feel like they are trying to figure out what is wrong with my face/neck. Luckily it shouldn't be spreading anymore, but there is very little of my body that it hasn't tried to conquer. I have poison oak on my face, my neck, my hairline, my ears, my wrists, calves, thighs, lower back, stomach, chest, ankles, knuckles, behind my knees, upper back, and chin. I feel like a freak. Many people say that you can't really tell it's on my face, but I can tell. It's all I see when I look in the mirror. I can't wait for this week to pass, so I can melt back into human society and not fret over my appearance once again.

DON'T BELIEVE THEM. Climbing all through the ravine was tiring, but it was still fun. Now I have poison oak all over my lower back, my stomach, a little on my legs, some on my chest, my neck, and I'm beginning to get some on my chin. I went to the JC doctor and she didn't believe that I could have gotten all yesterday. But I did...I'm just that allergic to poison oak. I got a bunch of drugs and hopefully it will clear up soon because it fucking ITCHES!!!

Why do I torture myself with romantic comedies on the lifetime channel?

Boys who can smirk have a certain....je ne sais quoi

you should not get out of bed.