I ate too much yesterday, and my stomach hates me with the fires of a thousand suns. Except with a bit less burning.
Bath and Body Works makes me want to vomit. It smells WAY too strong in there. Or maybe I have a pansy-ass sense of smell.
Ah, shit. Graduation is this evening. I don't want to go. I didn't want to go to my own. As mentioned, my stomach hates me, so I feel like crap right now... soon as John comes to get Tish to go to Jess' graduation party I'ma pass out for a few hours. I see no point in the actual ceremony. Liz (one of the girls who invited me - the one who I've spoken to in the last five/six years. I don't know how the hell the other girl even remembered me...) said she'd be looking for me, and that she and her boyfriend wanted to hang out with me at some point, but I doubt I'd be pleasant company.