Exactly what it feels like to be a model.
Yesterday at five in the afternoon, I started puking and I didn't stop until six o'clock this morning. I haven't eaten since, and the only thing I've had to drink is gatorade, the supplement to the continued barfing. In other words, no fun.
I'm feeling better now, though my fingers are tingly and I'm extremely light headed.
I just got back from Visiting my eldest sister, which was fun some of the time and awkward during the rest. The awkwardness mainly stemmed from any time we where around her friends, who are other 23 year old hippies. I was the only teenager, and I've never really played with substances at all, so I kind of stuck out. Everyone was really nice, although that may have had something to do with me being the designated driver.
I'm nervous as hell about my roommate next year, and how he'll deal with the whole gay thing. I chose the substance free dorms too, so there's a good chance that he'll be religous.
I'm going to go attempt to eat now. I have a lot more to write about. It will have to wait, I guess.