ugh... sick...

yeah, i'm getting sick. this is when you know you're sad when you not only get miserable when you're sick, but you get miserable when you're getting sick. i am the most pathetic sick person there is. i want to do nothing but wrap myself in a blanket and stare at the tv or read or do anything else equally time wasting and requiring absolutly no energy. like right now. i have phenomenal amounts of homework, so what am i doing instead? (granted, it's not even 6 yet... although i have been home for about 2 hours)
i always know ahead of time when i'm getting sick. there's a combination of things that more often then not, result in my absolute misery. i get this weird hot and cold feeling. like, i'm shivering but my skin is boiling hot. then my nose and throat get all gross feeling, my eyes feel like they're all puffy and last but not least, my ears get plugged so that i cant hear small sounds. it's really annoying. eventually they'll start popping. alot.
oh, not to mention the whole tiredness issue.

my brother is a freakin invalid. he cant do anything. he insists i make supper. i told him her could either make it himself of starve because i wasnt moving. i mean, for christ sakes, all he has to do is put it in the oven. oh, then he makes me get up to find the damn thing in the freezer. did i mention he was blind? well he is...

My dog is weird too(to many of you, this may not come as muchof a revelation...) last night, i was in the basement room, which he is not aloud in (he nails scratch the floor. hey, these are my parent's rules, not mine) anyways, at some point during the night he wanders into the room and just stands there staring at me. i turn around and see him. i stare at him in annoyance "uuhh.... Nicky? get out?" he just looks at me. i bring out the big guns, the scary voice i use that he for some reason always listen to" Nicky, OUT!" not even a twitch. This time i'm somewhat pissed. i get up a stomp my foot as if i'm going to run at him and yell "OUT". he actually took a step towards me. i actually did run after him this time. after having successfully chased him out of the room, i turn and head back in. he follows me. i stare at him in disbelief. HE looks at me as if i had just beat him. the most pathetic face i've ever seen. so after chasing him out of the room repeatedly i drag him upstairs. actually, i more just walked up and he followed me. he followed me all of the house in fact... i realised there was some sort of storm outside, which would explain my dog's wimpy behaviour. see, my big mean dog is AFRAID of storms... if he were a person he'd totally be a fairy...

now that i've talked forever about my DOG, i'd like to give a little message. there's a little something called doscretion and MINDING YOUR OWN FREAKIN BUSINESS. oh,and people, just stop.