Ugh

I've been sick all day, and had uncontrollable diaherea which is gross to put on my blog I know, but I mean I just want you all to know how much it has really sucked.

Then I was on the toilet for like 30 minutes and my mom calls and is like "I'm supposed to meet your dad at LaMadeline and he hasn't called me and I just don't know where he is!" So I tried to call like three times and I called her back and was like "I can't get a hold of him what if he's dead?!?!" and she was like " I hate you , why do you say stuff like that!??!" so she calls me back three times to tell me what a bitch I am for saying that and how she still can't get a hold of him. Then finally she calls and is like "he left his cell phone at home, he's here".

My mom has got to be the world's biggest B&#$@, she acted like it was my fault that he was dead and didn't answer his phone! So now I just took some more pepto bismol and I'm about to go back to Jen's room which is where I was watching movies when I had to come back to my dorm because I didn't want to have diaherea in the community bathrooms in hall fourteen.