it isn't football unless it is flicking freezing

so the family came up to hang with me this weekend. they came, they saw, they bickered. that is the way they roll. nick wouldn't stop talking for anything. constantly jabbering away, followed me everywhere. and i loved it! i missed him very much, even though i don't think i told him that. he is dating this really insane girl who writes him letters saying she would kill herself if he ever dumped her. aside from that fact, she is a liar, and i don't abide by them. ever.

my parents loved the concert. mom's favorite; 3rd mvt of shostakovich. nick's; 4th mvt. dad i think just liked it all. he kept saying that he was so proud of me, which was great. they see the work i am doing. it makes them happy. their rationale; if they didn't believe in me to some degree, they wouldn't be paying for college. well, whatever we can afford anyways.

i'm sick, and i don't know what it is. i'm just really sore everywhere. tender. being sick doesn't mean the work i have to do goes away. i just need to suck it up.