I hate when I get this sudden feeling that I'm going to throw up so I RUN to the bathroom. It normally ends up that I'm just paranoid because I HATE HATE barfing. That was the case today, thank God. I don't know why I'm so scared of it. When I was younger I used to think I was going to die every time I got sick and I think that just stuck with me. Why do things I am told or think as a child just stick with me like that? I still can't look at the word cocoon without thinking it's bad. I won't go into that one because it's boring.
I have 15 days to go until the wonderful awesomeness thing! :):):):):)