Anyone that knows me personally knows that when you come around me and say something like "I think I am getting a cold" I immediately run away. I hate being sick.

And so, since life is just that nice, I am fight off a cold. *Sniffle* I am so mad about it. I don't get sick. And since I don't get sick, I am blaming this on a sudden development of allergies to Spring and math. Therefore, I am not sick. I have allergies. *Sneezes*

On another note, I have wavy hair. And since I have wavy hair I hate it. If you wish you had wavy hair you would change your mind very quickly once you obtained it. Point being, today I decided to try a new trick in taming my waves. Your supposed you twist wet hair into these weird bun things and let it dry and then when you take it out you will have perfect waves. So, being desperate, I try this. I take out the bun things a bit early when my hair is still a tad damp. Bad move. The rest of my hair dries and starts to get very big and frizzy. Now it is too late to fix it, so I am stuck like this.

As icing on this cake, I cannot sleep. My mattress sucks.

I am a sneezing, frizzy-haired, sleepy poodle, and I have to get up and go to school tomorrow and take a math exam and humanities unit final. Oh, don't get me wrong, I am not bitter. Just a bit tired.

This is all going to come back to me in some messed-up comic, isn't it?

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.Clubs.