Alrighty, folks. On December 5th, I went to New York City on a class trip. And I had too much caffeine. I was almost inside Broadway, when I freaking black out. Next thing I know, some paramedic is trying to fit an oxygen mask on my face. So I slap his filthy paws offa me.

Then, I wait in a 20 by 8 foot emergency room for about 7 hours with a kind old lady, and a mean old lady. Her nurse and I sympathized with each other.

Now, nearly a month later (and I got meh ears peirced), I find out I likely have epilepsy.

Sucks, yeah?

On the good side of life, I have a camcorder?

"Omigawd guys, it's, like snowing. And, like, it's wet!"