I hate this. I'm missing GVR 'cause I'm sick…Argggg. Lake Forest's one cool shindig, and I get the fucking flu or something. I'm gonna scream. Except my throat hurts too much. Fuckingfuckityfuckfuckingfuckers.

I like the word fuck, apparently, when I'm sick.

I need to cheer myself up, so I'm thinking of good music to skate tooo. Well, myself, I like to skate with friends, which is the whole fun bit of it for me. You know?

So, I'm not usually listening to music when I'm skating, but talking to my friends. I can do both at once, cause I'm multitalented.…

I'm back fresh from the doctors and I'm feeling terrible. Got a 100 degree fever, but that's pretty average for me. My body runs hot, or something, and a little sick doesn't slow me down. Too stubborn. Anyway.

I'm thinking about dying again. I've got a heart murmur, ya know? Hole in the heart, cardiologist, the whole bit. Sososo. Running's already a pain in the arse. But now, fun times, I get a stabbing fucking pain in my ribs when I run…or even yawn. The dumbass fucking doctor told me not to eat before I ran. Fucker. Fucking. Fucker. I…