Well lovely.
I won't be able to actually enroll in school until next Monday or Tuesday.
And what's worse?
I have to get a damn shot on Monday.
I hate needles. I'm terrified of them, in fact!
- dies -
Now I feel like I'm awaiting my inevitable doom, or something.
;_;
I keep telling myself that it's not that bad.
That I'm making a big deal out of nothing (which I am, I suppose).
I'm sure you can imagine how well that's working out.
My mom simply said "nobody likes shots".
Well, true. But this is more than a simple "not like" situation.
Why she hasn't figured that out by now, I don't know.
I feel like such a wimp. Spazzing over this like I am.
But... at the same time... I don't care. D:
Ugh... dammit, this sucks!
Sucks, I tell you!
I have no love for the health department.
No love at all...
Then again. Who does? =/
They're a royal pain in everyone's a**.
A necessary royal a** pain to some of us.
But a royal a** pain nonetheless.
>_<
So begins this very crappy day.
