So, a few things: the insufferable neck pain is coming back. Just on the other side. Which I'm not happy about. You may recall me being in a lot of pain. Well. You're right. Needless to say I'm a little annoyed and scared and anxious because I don't even know what caused it in the first place. Everyone keeps telling me it's stress, and I learned today from my coworker that when you're stressed, your body releases a hormone or something that causes pain somewhere or something, I don't know, she was talking really quietly. Another possibility is my pillow. Another could be my brittle bird bones. So I've acquired a memory foam neck contoured pillow, some calcium pills to strengthen my hollow paper skeleton, so that leaves one thing yet to be resolved: stress. And I don't see that happening any time soon, especially not when this is about to happen:
Yes, you read right, I'm stressed about going on vacation. As a graduation present, my mom booked us a cruise to Mexico. We'll be flying to LA, then we'll be on a cruise headed for Puerto Vallarta and Mazatlan and I think Cabo, and we'll zipline and swim with the fucking dolphins and shit, I think ride fucking horses on the beach, I don't know, she booked a bunch of excursions, like holy crap why would you be stressed about anything in life if you were about to do that in nine days??? Well. Let me tell you: Planes. Ships. Possibly pirates. I am freaking out about the plane. I don't fancy plane rides. Not my cup of tea. It hurts to go so high and then come down so low, my head is in pain for like 24 hours. Also the possibility of death. Ships: have we not learned from Titanic? STAY OUT OF THE FUCKING WATER, IT MIGHT SINK AND THEREFORE WE SHALL DIE. But, I do keep reminding myself that there's no icebergs in the Pacific. And I think we won't be too far from shore so we could probably swim to safety. Probably not, but that's what I keep telling myself. Also. Sharks. Pirates. Ooh maybe mermaids! I don't know. I'm just saying that's probably where this neck pain is coming from again. So. Shit. BUT I do deserve a vacation. For five and a half years I haven't had money because of school; I've always been broke. I've been doing what I don't particularly want to do. I never do anything for myself...I've never had the money to do anything for myself, I deserve this. So hopefully I survive. Because I want to get married. And have babies. Named Eloise, Nolan, and Milo. And put Eloise in ballet.