Finding Myself OMG: A Bullshit Quest

Well, where do I start? I'm struggling, I suppose, to find out who I am outside of who my parents want me to be, who my friends want me to be, or who my own perfectionist tendencies (totally personified) want me to be. I don't know if this blog will really document my progress in, ahem, coming of age, or if it will just basically be a place for me to vent and blab about nothing. We shall see.

Friday, January 20, 2006


I went out last night with my friends. We drank and then we went to a club and danced and then we went to Denny's. It was a pretty typical, fun night. But I woke up this morning and I don't feel good at all. I think I'm totally sick. I don't mean hung over sick, either, although I certainly drank enough for that to be a possibility, but actually sick, probably with a cold. My nose is all stuffed up and I can't breathe and I can't stop sneezing when I am able to breathe and I think I might have a fever, too.


I hope it clears up in the next couple hours, because otherwise my dad (who doesn't even know about the drinking and should never find out, OMG) will use me getting sick today as an example of Why Marcia Should Not Go Out To Clubs Or Other Such Activities Because She Is Too Ill and Physically Weak.

Fuck. I said that already, didn't I?


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