Yesterday, we went to the Braves vs. Pirates game. It was a great game. Braves won, of course. Afterwards, we went to eat at the Bucketshop. That's when my headache got worse. I'd had a headache all day, but I took some stuff to make it a little better. It got worse because I didn't have anything to take with me, nor did anyone else that I was with. I felt like shit. The drive home was so bad. I was supposed to drive Dorothy home, but I couldn't. I felt like I was going to vomit at any moment, my head was spinning, and every time we passed a street light or another car, the light would make my head feel worse. I feel like a bad friend, but I had to ask if her parents could pick her up from my house. I felt soo bad about that.
As soon as I got home, I threw off my clothes and laid in bed. I couldn't go to sleep. My head was hurting too much. After about half an hour, I fell asleep. It was the WORST THING EVER. The thing is, I don't know what's causing it. Some people say stress, others say lack of sleep...I mean, I have been a little stressed and haven't been sleeping well, but I've not had a headache like this before. Don't ever get a headache like that...I wouldn't recommend it.

I had my first new teacher orientation today. It was mostly boring and redundant. I fell asleep about ten times because 1. it was boring 2. I was (and still am) running on 4 hours of sleep. I kept tossing and turning last night. When I finally fell asleep, I had this nightmare about teaching at Pinckneyville, and the world was being taken over by diseased reptiles (I think the last part is from last night or whenever, when Dorothy told me about how there are shops in China or Taiwan where there are tanks full of snakes, and you just got up to one and tell them which snake you want, then they bleed the snake, you take a shot of it's blood, and then they cook the snake for you...so yeah, you can see how that story can be a little tramatizing).

Anyways, here's the saddest part of my day, besides the fact that I started my period. I saw a teacher of mine from high school (I won't say who). He was THE worst teacher I've ever had (yes, he's white so he speaks English fluently). Anyways, I saw him at my new teacher orientation thing, which probably means that he's a new employee of Gwinnett County like me. Yeah, that seriously wowed me. I can't believe that such a terrible teacher could get hired...TWICE. And for this one session that I went to, the speaker was talking about things you shouldn't do or say as a teacher (it was a session about legal and ethical issues in teaching), and he had these quotes from a teacher: "You look good in skirts...you should wear them more often," and "I like it when you wear tight sweaters." Yes, those were really said by a real teacher. The speaker went on to say how people like that shouldn't teach, and the first person that came to mind is that teacher that I saw. He's EXACTLY like that. AND HE FREAKIN' GOT HIRED...AGAIN. I wanted to go up to him to see if he recognizes me. I would've asked him what subject he was teaching. Then I would've thrown up on him. The End.

I just finished the sixth Harry Potter book, and I have to say that I'm a little disappointed. I guess I'd expected a little more from the author. I think she's running out of stuff to write about. Why can't she make the story interesting without killing off important characters? And the whole "love story" with Harry and...that girl. It's a little ridiculous to think that barely teenagers can be THAT mature about their "relationships." Towards the end of the book, I was ready to put the book down, especially during you-know-who's funeral. That whole thing with Harry and...that girl was sickening. I wanted to throw up. I mean, how Spiderman...

Aside from the ending and all that, I thought that the book lack a few things, like the Order of Phoenix. What the heck? They were like the meat of the story last time, it's like Rowling totally forgot about it this time. Did I miss something? Because I could've missed something. The way the students are portrayed in the book kinda bothered me, too. When did they grow up so fast? All of a sudden, they're swearing all over the place and practically having sex. In the last couple books, they were running around looking for clues and things, not ASS.

I guess I shouldn't be too disappointed. For all I know, she's setting all of this up for the seventh book. Hopefully, she takes time with that one and writes it well. I mean, it's not the readers' fault that we want to read more. SHE'S the one that said there will be seven books.

Tonight's the night. It's what I've been waiting for for years. HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOODED PRINCE comes out TONIGHT! Hell yeah, bitches...and don't even try to contact me for the next three days. Except on Sunday. That's because Sunday is National Ice Cream Day. That's right...ice cream. Other than that, LEAVE ME ALONE...I'm busy.

I just had a "discussion" with my parents about moving out. Actually, it wasn't supposed to be a discussion about me moving out. It was supposed to be me telling my parents that I've decided to stay at home until December so that I can save money to send them to Korea in the spring. Here's my dad's reaction: "....and what are you going to do after December? Why do you have to move out? How much longer do you think you have to live with us in this house? Soon you'll be married, and after that, you wouldn't be able to live with us even if you wanted to. You need to live here until you get married." Yeah...nothing about my noble efforts to buy my parents airfare to Korea to see their family, whom they haven't seen in almost 20 years. So yes...it blew up into this whole thing about why they don't think I should move out, except they never really told me the reasons why. If they need me, why can't they just come out and say it?

I can't believe London got hit.

I went to IKEA today. Man...that place is sooo huge, I honestly didn't know where to begin. I thought they could've done a better job of organizing the place. I felt like I was at Costo or Sams or something. Eek.

I'm debating whether I should move out or not. I'm kinda feeling pressure from Andrew and my parents. Andrew really wants us to move in together, and I have mixed feelings about that. It would be nice to do it, but at the same time, I feel like that's something that needs to be saved for marriage. Isn't living together part of the excitment of being married? He says that the only way that he can move out is if he moves in with me. Talk about pressure.

I've been out of town all week. On Tuesday, my sister and I went up to G-town, NC to see my dear friend, Dena. It was nice to see her again...the last time I saw her was right after Christmas, so it'd been awhile. What's REALLY crazy is that on Wednesday night, we went out to dinner with a friend that I hadn't seen in nearly a decade. It really was nice to see him again. It's funny how even after so long, it's like things haven't changed. I mean, our priorities have changes and we have more things to worry about, but that's about it. But I do have to admit, he looks better now. He used to have longish hair. Boys shouldn't have long hair.

On Thursday, I left Dena and company for the beach. I met up with Andrew and the entire Sedlack family at Pawlie's Island. It was nice...I wasn't really in the beachy mood this week. Mainly because I had my period, but for other (stupid) reasons. Why can't I just loosen up and have a good time? Well, I guess in the end I did have a good time...how could I not? I was with a bunch of Sedlacks - they know how to have a good time.

I saw something disturbing not too long ago. I saw a Rolex ad i Gormet Magazine that had Yo Yo Ma in it...is he allowed to do mainstream ads like that? I feel like he's selling out or something.