Yeah, life kind of stinks right now. Not to sound all existentialist or anything, but...just...yeah.

Last Wednesday, Homecoming Week, Dress Like Your Favorite Cartoon Character Day, and Halloween. Everything was perfect for Rush, Kestrel, and a few other friends of mine to stage our reenactment of Homecoming at school. But, no. Rush got the flu and couldn't come, so without our Jake, the whole thing would have been pointless. Blah.

The rest of us resorted to just putting on Huntsclan trainee costumes and putting on the whole "We're from the Huntsclan Academy" charade. It was actually pretty cool, and I think we got a few people interested in finding out more about the show, but the the administrators came along and took our Huntstaffs because they were "weapons" or something like that. And then the people in the office broke mine before I could get it back after school. Grrr...

Although we still did manage to have a cool "battle" during lunch with a pack of dressed-up pirates...that was nice.

Oh, but that's not why my life stinks. No, that reason would lie with the fact that I'm currently having a relapse of symptoms of my Crohn's disease (I'm not explaining; look it up if you care to) which is so much worse now that I have to deal with five freakin' AP classes and one Spanish class that might as well be an AP class it's so hard. Double Grrr...

And so I say in the wise words of Jake Long (and Ron Stoppable, and...so many others): Awww man!