i have a pocket of fluid behind my eye

i don't remember the last time i was this sick.

if i could go to the doctor, i would. that is how serious i am.

since i can't, i will do my best to help keep at least 6 homeopathic companies in business. (homeopathic=what people who don't have health insurance use). Between my sinus rinses, medicinal herbal teas and zinc therapy tabs I am looking online for birkinstock clogs and parting my hair down the middle while wearing earth friendly and i'll fitting bamboo clothing.

i have lost my appetite. this is the worst thing of all. i saw a sour gummy worm, lovingly touched it for a fleeting moment and then shuddered at the thought of chewing it.

i've taken a couple baths and while i layed completely stretched out it finally set in that i really haven't grown at all since 5th grade. downside: i'm the height of a 5th grader. upside: my baths are very comfortable. you decide the winner.

speaking of winning, charlie sheen.

i actually have no clue why those two things go together but according to every facebook status update and media news report, they do.

and while i'm on the subject of charlie could we please ask where the heck is emilo estavez? if we're talking winning it's him, not his brother we should be talking about. did you see the mighty ducks movies? i think riding the coattails of his brothers destruction could be a great career move for him. MD4!

my dog just stole all my snotty keenex and had an afternoon snack. i asked my dad why he did that. "cause of the salty flavor" was the mater of fact answer. i finally understand why that boy in 2nd grade rolled his boogers and ate them. sorry to judge. i prefer sweets.

loosing.

guess who's back? back again.

Sonia's back, tell a friend.

Seriously, tell a friend. I need a couple more.

I'm not trying to slam my cool parent friends, but there is something special about interacting with people your own age once and again. Until then, you'll find me listening to my dad read his bird book aloud and helping my mom work the printer.

If you are smart you took that last sentence and figured out I live at home. I'm not ashamed. I'm 25.

Slight delusions have begun with me and my dog. When he falls asleep in my lap I start braiding his hair and calling him my beautiful princess. I hope he can't hear me.

Watching women's college basketball (gross, i know) makes me revisit my glory dayz at Fox Valley Christian Academy. My favorite memory being when my calves started seizing and I had to be taken onto the carpeted stage and stretched in front of everyone. My second favorite memory being that one time we won a game.

I've been sick as a dog for the past week. My mother and I shared some dessert together and she infected me with her virus. We wear matching terry-cloth bathrobes and shower only sparingly (so, that part isn't so different). It hasn't been so bad except for the part where I can't breath normally without the aide of a humidifier. Now I just need to go back in time and have 7 year old Dee rub vap-o-rub on my pre-pubescent chest.

This typing has exhausted me. Don't worry, I'll be back to publicly share my life with you. Unless I get more friends.

cookiez 'n cream

The other day I unclogged my first toilet ever. It was not my own doing, but rather the doing of some anonymous middle school boy. I gleefully dubbed the pot's contents "cookiez 'n cream". I have not been able to get the image out of my head, even after the newer image of "the turd trail" (which had to be chisled off the floor with a plastic knife). What I am getting at is that my tummy hurts real bad and I am scared I might create a new mental image any moment to add to my collection of classics. TMI? FYI? FYE.

the best thing about being sick is the unhealthy amounts of Friday Night Lights I can watch without shame. Ok, there is a little shame involved...but it's mostly due the the fact that I am in love with Tim Riggins...the smoldering bad boy of the dillon pathers, who coincidentally iphoto recognition mistook for "sonia malmquist" on Megon O's computer. Wait...that's not shame. That is narcissism.

Did I ever tell you I work at a camp located in a canyon in the middle of nowhere? Sorry, wait, I havn't told you...I've been reminding myself 23947394 times a day as I find myself in odd situations (eg: the turd trail) and interacting with odd people. For the most part, I like it...but for the least part, it is the weirdest thing I have ever experienced in my entire life.

prepare yourself

...the return of the Sonj

christian the lion

live laugh love.

just kidding.

thanks for flipping the switch.

are you laughing at this?

runnin' yo hands through my fro, bouncin on 24zzz

I have 8 followers! Jesus had 12. Just sayin.

Happy Halloween...to those of you who don't have a diabetic sister. To those of you who do, enjoy those apples and the fall festival at church.

I'm on my break. I have just enough time to let my pits cool down...then its back to sweating.

I'm in a fight. It's with a coffee maker, but it's a fight none the less. He keeps overflowing all over the counters no matter what I do. I tried to sweet talk him--obvz didn't work. Then I tried violence, and since he is made of metal that didn't make a big difference. So, I've decided to play dirty and I set another maker right next to him. We'll see how he does when he has competition.

My mom finally granted me my wish of sending me portable hard-drive...aka "the black electronic device that you put pictures on"...not to be confused with the "grey electric box", what we in the real world call a DVD player. She forgot to send the cord though. How do you say thank you, while also saying you failed?

Time to put on my sexy, yet christian camp appropriate outfit. Sexy Dugar girl? (all you have to do is cut a little slit on your floor length jean skirt, show your ankles, or put on a modest wear swimsuit).

boo!

back to biznez.

sup suckers?

without sister-christer encouraging this creative outlet...i have neglected it. I know everyone has been upset, but I'm back now so, stop reading what christians like and come back to me!

whats new? Oh, just a new zip code, super expensive and unfortunate looking shoes along with a permanent smell of toilet disinfectant lingering in my hair and clothes. So...nothing much.

I live in Oregon right now. It's pretty much the same as Wisconsin except it has mountains, people recycle and...well those are the only 2 differences I've noticed so far. Maybe there will be more. (I hear there are vampires).

Late at night in my empty room, i swear I hear a man whispering in my ear. Usually, this would really excite me--unfortunately, it's of the creepy/evil variety. Who knows though, he could be a cute evil spirit.

I just checked my email. It says I have 2610 new emails. Combined with my 36 new facebook messages...it could take me a while to get back to you. Furthermore, my "vintage" computer only lets me type a couple letters per minute. So, what I'm trying to say is....you should hear a reply by early next week.

Tonight I'm going to a staff members house for dinner. Supposedly, we are having "chili eggs" or something along that tune. I feel like I'm about to ride the raging bull roller coaster--excited, terrified and certain the end will include some sort of vomiting.