Sickness and preps.

I have had a cold for about two and a half weeks now, and I am sick of it. Every time I think it may actually be claering up, it comes back the next day with a vengence. On Sunday I coughed so hard I couldn't stand up. Preps suck eggs. I think I may beat a certain un-named one *coughmallycough* who gives every effort to be a pain in the ....everything. She has been a thorn in my side for many many years, and I thought I was free of her at last when I quit dance this year. But no, my plans were thwarted once again. She is under the delusion that the world was created just so she could have loving followers and people to mock and be better than. And don't get me started on Sarah Blackwelder. She was gone all last week skiing. SKIING. Who gets out of school for a week to go skiing? I don't think I have even ever been in all the span of my fourteen years, four months and eight days. I was thinking earlier what would happen to preps that were forced into a school where they had to wear uniforms, no makeup, couldn't dye (or bleach) their hair, and weren't allowed to wear padded bras or fake boobs. Their air-filled-chemically-fried heads would probably expolde. Serve them right. I hate them all.