Last saturday, when I woke up, I couldn't turn my head to the left. I thought I slept funny or something, and nothing else was really wrong so I just went to my gym class that morning. After I took a shower, I wanted to straighten my hair, and that was the moment it went terribly wrong. When I lifted my left arm, I suddenly couldn't move anymore. My neck hurt so bad, that I just had to sit down.

My friend held his birthday that night so I was sitting there as a stiff puppet in the restaurant. That sucked.

But what even sucked more is that the following day, when I woke up, it wasn't over yet. I couldn't get up normally, I had to put my legs up in the air and then flip myself up very fast so that the pain would just sting a second instead of four or five seconds.

And the next day at work, it still wasn't over yet. My friend W. told me he once had it for a week, so I just thought I'd suffer for a week. And well, if I went to the doctor, I know what he'd say to me... give it a bit rest, don't force anything, it'll be over soon.. if it's not over in blablabla days come back to me blabla.. so I postponed going to the doctor. And the following days it went better bit by bit. Yesterday I even thought my neck was healing and I could almost feel a healthy neck. Boy was I wrong, today when I woke up...

Right now, seven days later, saturday again, I am considering going to a doctor next monday. Because it starts all over again.

I have seen Dir en Grey live the day before yesterday and it was really cool! :)

Me and my b/f went to Amsterdam after work, where we ate at one of the worst McDonald's ever. My b/f wanted a Quarter Pounder, but off course they had to bring it to him because it wasn't ready yet. So we waited. And we waited. And I saw the guy who helped us, just walking away with other food... except for our burger off course. But he didn't come back. So that was the moment where I realized that he was probably on a break! Great. He just went on a dinner break probably, and he didn't even give us our food. What a moron. So we had to ask for it ourselves and had to explain that the guy who helped us just went away without finishing the burger, or at least saying to us that he would go on a break and that some one else would take care of it. (he probably didn't tell any one) Arrrgghh. I really hate McDonalds. Their service is always SOOOOO bad. They always forget to give you your food, no matter which McDonalds restaurant you are. The Hague, Rotterdam, Amsterdam... grrr.

You know those stories about band members slaughtering animals on stage, or biting a bat's head off on stage? Dir en Grey's singer cut himself in the chest on stage. So now, I can actually say I have seen someone cut himself on stage. Ugh. I thought that was kind of... sick. But other than that their music's nice. Hehe.

I believe in karma.

But why is it, that it always seems to be getting back at me?

And I keep thinking, where did we go wrong?