Friday...

Came in, felt ill, wrote my unit test on Patterns in Math and my essay in Social as best I could because I just felt so ill. Not from eating something but from being so depressed and being weighed down. I'm sorry if I annoyed anyone on Friday because of that.

Also ended up finding out something I wish I didn't about someone's current health, broke down in a public area. I have never cried to the point where I was shaking afterwards since I had learned mum was sick 5 yrs ago. Was accompanied by three friends (thank you, guys) to a bench nearby. Said individual's health status is going under rumours because I don't want it to be true even though it came from a very credible source...

Got to talk to my brother (BC) last night. Wish he could be here sooner. (He'll only here for a day)

Couldn't watch the clips of the ceremonies for Nichola. I could barely get past the first bit...I just got flooded with too many terrible memories and have been for the last few days. This is actually one of the rare times where I absolutely hate my audio-photographic memory.

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed. Blogging during something like this makes me feel wierd. I will spend some time acting like a kid with my best friend at my last Otafest tomorrow afternoon at the University.

Bonsoir.