Bounce bounce bounce bounce

We finally got a trampoline today! I've been jumping and bouncing and having fun with it. It's our last hope of growing taller. We've placed it in the family room/sitting area no.2 downstairs next to the stairs. We were worried about hitting the ceiling at first, but turns out we can't jump anywhere close to as high as we thought. And as long as we stay away from the corner underneath the stairs where I once almost got a concussion we should be fine.

I'm surviving on cough drops and bottles of water. Cough is getting worse, no doubt. So's my damn sore throat. And getting more and more phlegm. The air-con makes my goosebumps have goosebumps in the middle of the night. My voice is starting to sound muffled. I hate having that dry, croaky feeling in my throat when I wake up in the morning. Please go away. *cough* Maybe I shouldn't have ordered that medium value meal of Spicy Chicken McD with fries and ice lemon tea.

Dammit I hate having to be soft and manja. How do you explain manja in English? Let me know if you do. I've never manja-ed in my entire life and I'm not the type of girl who manjas her dad so that he'll give her everything she wants. I'm not the type that will go "mmmmmm eeeeeeeeeee mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm don't be like that laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". It makes me sick to hear that. I feel sorry for girls who have to do that. It's just degrading. And now you expect me to do that to make you happy? Eat dirt, man.

Yes I am aware that I'm a cold-blooded person sometimes, but hey that's just the way I am. Accept it and live with it. Piss off.

Currently listening to: Blink 182- All The Small Things