So piss me off, pretentious, ostentatious.

I just sent the following email to my teacher:

Hi, my name is Cambria Hobbs and my body hates me.

Hello.

I just feel like I need to let you know that I'm not missing your class because I'm sluffing, or sleeping in for fun.. I really enjoy the subject and I really like you as a teacher.. And I just feel really bad that I keep missing..

But, I probably have the worst immune system on the planet earth, and the only way it could get worse is if I got AIDS... So I get sick quite frequently.

And then there's my job, which usually isn't an issue, that periodically cuts a lot more into my life than it should, because on weekdays, I am one of three people who can cover a shift, and I'm usually the most willing. On most days they like to keep me late because I'm a good worker? I don't know. The result of which is me staying up into the wee hours of the morning doing homework which I should have been able to do earlier, but instead was still working, because people are dumb and like to come eat at chick-fil-a at the same time.

So, my lack of attendance isn't just laziness, or lack of interest... It's more like I'm trying to preserve my body.. Even though it doesn't work most of the time.

Like now, I have the plague. I think... My voice is gone, and my stomach isn't cooperating..

Anyways.

I'm willing to do everything I can to get caught up in your class. I'll be in to speak with you on Monday morning.

Hopefully.

-Cambria

I like to think I'm humorous.

So yea, I'm sick.

Probably with the black plague.

And all I want out of life right now is some pineapple-mango juice, and a cupcake.

But my mother won't let me go anywhere.

It's like I'm five years old.