I met my match when I met you

Ah, I'm on a blogging spree. I just did an entry on youthblog and now here. Call 1900 dawn-is-my-hottest-blogger to vote.

Close to living eighteen years on earth, I have never had a migraine or any bad headache before. Not until last saturday, the migraine monster decided to pounce on my poor head and irritate me. I had plans for the hols, like a lotttt but the hols started on a bad note and it's midweek already so I will just be plain jane for the rest of hols.

Thank you all (the youth in church especially) who prayed for me. I am still having occasional giddy spells but like I told Emm, I prefer it this way than the migraine. My body is probably immune to panadol already. It totally had no effect when I pop some in to ease the pain. Anyhoos, the doc said my blood pressure is too low. I don't exactly know what that means but he says I need to eat more. Hello?! Nobody tells me to eat more when half the world (realise i don't use everyone) knows I live to eat. I'm a big foodie and it's wrong to hear that coming from the doc.

I haven't been hitting the books at all ever since the hols started I feel stupid and lousy. :/ Ogay mark my words: when school reopens, and everyone and everything has settled down and lessons start proper, I will really really REALLLLLY start the engine and vrrrooomm tooooopp speeeeeeeed allll the way to promos. Sheesh, I wish I believe in myself as much as you would in me.

To begin with, I'll go complete my history assignment. All history folks who read my blog should kowtow to me for reminding you about it. Unless you wanna be ignorant and let the history tutor (let's not have names here shall we) strangle you, I am cool.

And if you sense something wrong with today's post, or even with me, don't look at me with the funny eye. Haven't you heard, it's called the prehistoric monster syndrome darling.

You don't know whether it's a blessing or curse to be a woman.

Sometimes, some things just hafta remain a mystery.