Okay, so my doctor asked me if I smoke. It's like, fuck no. I'm way young for it to be near legal to smoke regular shit, so why would I smoke any shit at all? I have broncitis (however the heck you spell it) and a sinus infection. If it gets worse, I might have to go in for a chest X-Ray to see if I have pnemonia, however the hell you spell that aswell.

Oh great, that's just what I wanted for Christmas. But I've been coughing and weezing and snorting for the past forever it seems. Some magic pills are going to do one of two things. Make me shit myself inside out, or make the cold go away.

The sadest part to this, I've had this for a few weeks now and my parents did nothing. They waited untill both my brothers were sick, then brought the one who plays sports in first, and today brought me and my other fatass, I mean brother, in to the doctor. It's retarded, because I'd probably would've gotten pnemonia and died by the time they would've brought me in if my older brothers hadn't gotten sick.

Favorites much? Well apparently it's because I'm faking it. I'm TOTALLY faking a bunch of shit coming out of my nose, and a wheezing whenever I breath, and coughing when I laugh... Absolute parenting fail. I'm not the family pig, you can at least spend a few bucks to get me checked out once in a while. :[ If they had to suffer through the 70's, I might as well have to suffer through this aswell, I suppose.

Yay, life is just like a barrel of peaches. I hate peaches SO much.