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Yup. Three years as of today, and it makes me happy heart

I just wish I wasn't feeling so craptastic, y'know, I think I preferred the stuffy nose over the sore throat and coughing. When I first got sick, I felt dizzy when I stood up, and, of course, my sinuses hated me. After finally getting some medicine, it was reduced to stuffy nose. There was sneezing, but not a single cough and my throat was back.

Now, this. Actually, my throat isn't so much sore as it is incredibly irritated, and that means I'm coughing constantly. And yet, here I am, sitting in the cafeteria and waiting for the right time to go talk to my teachers and see if I'm not doomed. Mom seems to have calmed down since last night at least and both she and dad wished me luck this morning. I hope I can get this taken care of an not have to retake classes. I mean, I guess I wouldn't mind, but it's better not to. Less time I have to spend here, you know?

I know I had other random things I forgot to mention yesterday that were at least midly amusing, but I forget things so easily...

Oh, um. I'm gonna be doing the Italian Street Painting Festival again this year with Yesenia, just like last June. Let's hope for no painful sunburns this time through, eh? We've got a rough sketch done for our idea and I'm currently waiting for it to be rejected for some stupid reason. Art teachers...bleh. I may be out of high school, but she's still over there, and she still have to have her art filtered by ms. warner, meaning it's likely to get rejected, forcing us to come up with something new. Just like last year.

Ahhh. Now I remember the amusing thing I wanted to say. So, I put up journal entry sometime last month, I believe, called "Tank Slayer", all about mine and Z's victory over the L4D2 Tank by hiding in a motel room in Dark Carnival.

Guess what? It happened again. Only this time, it was me and Yesenia, with no shots fired.

So we're just playing Dark Carnival, nothing special. I show her the room where Z and I hid that one time, and we messed around in there for a while before heading for the stairs. And guess who spawned there? That's right: Mr. Tank. So, we run back into the Magical Room, and we're laughing, waiting for the Tank...but...the music stops. There's nothing going on. The bots are outside the room, not doing anything. After waiting a bit, we finally go outside.

No Tank. We looked around. No Tank.

and then we saw it. There was a giant ******** arm sticking out of the wall...the Tank's arm.

The Tank killed itself by glitching into the wall. Holy s**t.

I think it was because he didn't want to suffer the same fate as his brother did by mine and Z's hand. I mean, it's pretty humiliating being gunned down by two guys (or girls controlling guys) hiding in a bathtub in a motel room. So he glitched himself into the wall and died. I'm serious.

It was hilarious to the both of us, though. Ahh...Tanks. they're so silly when they're not trying to kill you.

Z. Hey, hey Z. I know you're reading this. Remember that one random text I sent you about that room being Magical? This is why. ******** yes, that room wins so hard.