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did you ever think about how it is humanly possible for the human body to create so much snot? seriously. i've been battling a cold for 3 days now, and every time i turn around i'm blowing green stuff into a kleenex. or coughing it up. it's really gross. can't there be some other way to get rid of whatever germs there are in my body that are making me feel so horrible right now? especially when i hae shoestring rehearsal tonight. i have to go unless i'm dead. right now my body is going through one of the things i'm not allowed to do while i'm in shoestring: get sick or break.
dude, being sick really sucks. yesterday i has amassed a pile of kleenex twice the size of my fist in just one hour! one hour! i look like a coke addict because the sides of my nose are all red from blowing it all day long. and all i want to do is go to bed. i won't get to sleep until 11 tonight. grrrr..... and i would love to wash my sweaters. they haven't been washed since the semester started. you know how you leave an article of clothing alone somewhere and forget about it for a few weeks in hopes that it will probably smell ok when you really need it again? yeah, my sweaters are beyond that point. i can almost hear them screaming from the bottom of my closet, "wash me! wash me!" but i haven't had the time. and when i had the time, i didn't have the cash. and when i had the time and the cash, the change machine decided that my money wasn't good enough for it. stupid change machine. *sigh* i miss my sweaters.
uh oh. i just had a marching band flashback. i remember my drumline days when i would stand at the top of the hill and think to myself, "hey, with this big ass drum on, if i throw myself down this hill the right way, i won't have to march anymore..." and i could imagine myself rolling down the hill and the drum landing on my leg. that's how i feel right now. i'm trying to think of ways to get out of rehearsal tonight...nothing's working. the only thing that could possibly get me out of it would be to throw up in the middle of the room. but that would suck because the carpets haven't been cleaned since parachute pants were cool. i would hate to have to go back to that room 4 nights a week and know that i'd be rolling over the spot where i yakked a few weeks earlier. gross. i don't know how to fake a dizzy spell (i've had real ones before, but they're not easy to imitate). and breaking a limb is not an option. i break, no more shoestring or scotland for me. the end. finito. 6 credits down the drain.
yeah, so this past week was the worst week i'd had in a long time.
sunday: went home to talk to parents about moving off campus for the summer and possibly the school year. they did everything but say no. i probably would have been better off if they had just said no. but they had to make a big deal about it, and i spent the last half hour sitting in the bathroom and pulling myself together while i waited for my laundry to finish. but wait, there's more! after shoestring, travis dumped me. i still haven't gotten the real reason why. probably because i've been rather short with him this week.
monday: found out that i wouldn't be able to take second session summer classes because i'd be in scotland for the last 2 weeks of the term. therefore i will have to take an extra semester and graduate fall 2004. here's the real kicker: i have no clue how i'm going to pay for it. after shoestring, travis made the oh-so-wonderful observation that i would be in class with him for 6 hours the next day. i didn't know whether to cry or to punch him. i just chuckled and left.
tuesday: did a wonderful job on my scene in acting class, but hurt my knees as a result of truly being "in the moment." after shoestring i was limping to my dorm like i had just been beaten like i stole something.
wednesday: seriously considered cutting creative writing due to the fact that i had not slept well at all the past three nights. forced myself to go to class only to learn that it was canceled for the day anyway.
thursday: cut linguistics in order to take time to find an appropriate outfit for traffic court. went to court. the procecutor was a dick. the cop was an asshole. and the judge was really mean. in the end i walked out with 2 points still on my license and my wallet $130 lighter. started developing a scratchy throat during acting class. i knew i was coming down with something. pissed because i knew that i was getting sick due to lack of sleep. lack of sleep caused by thinking about how much miserable i was on sunday and the people who made me so miserable.
friday: woke up and dragged myself to 9am supervisor meeting. went home and slept for the rest of the day. woke up feeling worse, went to dinner and then andre's band concert. tea at 52, then dinner at a diner, then back to bed and hoping i would not wake up.
satruday: woke up feeling mysteriously chipper and with a manic determination to kill the cold (i have now deduced that this pseudo-euphoria was due to sleep deprivation, of which i am still suffering right now). drank some tea while at work, then took a nap when i got home. woke up 4 hours later feeling 40 times worse than before. positive i had a fever. went to andre's for more tea and crackers, then to the frat for a spring break info session (why i decided to play travel agent with a low grade fever, i'll never know). went home, ate popcorn and watched jurassic park. realized being picked off a toilet by a t-rex wouldn't be half as bad as my current state of health.
today: woke up loathing my existence. day 2 of the snot express. dreading the idea of heading to shoestring without a nap.
so earlier yesterday (in my manic state) i thought that my bad week was finally over. instead, it's trying to carry over into the next week. this is bad. *sigh of utter desperation and distress* i still have 4 hours of work left. why me???????
did you ever think about how it is humanly possible for the human body to create so much snot? seriously. i've been battling a cold for 3 days now, and every time i turn around i'm blowing green stuff into a kleenex. or coughing it up. it's really gross. can't there be some other way to get rid of whatever germs there are in my body that are making me feel so horrible right now? especially when i hae shoestring rehearsal tonight. i have to go unless i'm dead. right now my body is going through one of the things i'm not allowed to do while i'm in shoestring: get sick or break.
dude, being sick really sucks. yesterday i has amassed a pile of kleenex twice the size of my fist in just one hour! one hour! i look like a coke addict because the sides of my nose are all red from blowing it all day long. and all i want to do is go to bed. i won't get to sleep until 11 tonight. grrrr..... and i would love to wash my sweaters. they haven't been washed since the semester started. you know how you leave an article of clothing alone somewhere and forget about it for a few weeks in hopes that it will probably smell ok when you really need it again? yeah, my sweaters are beyond that point. i can almost hear them screaming from the bottom of my closet, "wash me! wash me!" but i haven't had the time. and when i had the time, i didn't have the cash. and when i had the time and the cash, the change machine decided that my money wasn't good enough for it. stupid change machine. *sigh* i miss my sweaters.
uh oh. i just had a marching band flashback. i remember my drumline days when i would stand at the top of the hill and think to myself, "hey, with this big ass drum on, if i throw myself down this hill the right way, i won't have to march anymore..." and i could imagine myself rolling down the hill and the drum landing on my leg. that's how i feel right now. i'm trying to think of ways to get out of rehearsal tonight...nothing's working. the only thing that could possibly get me out of it would be to throw up in the middle of the room. but that would suck because the carpets haven't been cleaned since parachute pants were cool. i would hate to have to go back to that room 4 nights a week and know that i'd be rolling over the spot where i yakked a few weeks earlier. gross. i don't know how to fake a dizzy spell (i've had real ones before, but they're not easy to imitate). and breaking a limb is not an option. i break, no more shoestring or scotland for me. the end. finito. 6 credits down the drain.
yeah, so this past week was the worst week i'd had in a long time.
sunday: went home to talk to parents about moving off campus for the summer and possibly the school year. they did everything but say no. i probably would have been better off if they had just said no. but they had to make a big deal about it, and i spent the last half hour sitting in the bathroom and pulling myself together while i waited for my laundry to finish. but wait, there's more! after shoestring, travis dumped me. i still haven't gotten the real reason why. probably because i've been rather short with him this week.
monday: found out that i wouldn't be able to take second session summer classes because i'd be in scotland for the last 2 weeks of the term. therefore i will have to take an extra semester and graduate fall 2004. here's the real kicker: i have no clue how i'm going to pay for it. after shoestring, travis made the oh-so-wonderful observation that i would be in class with him for 6 hours the next day. i didn't know whether to cry or to punch him. i just chuckled and left.
tuesday: did a wonderful job on my scene in acting class, but hurt my knees as a result of truly being "in the moment." after shoestring i was limping to my dorm like i had just been beaten like i stole something.
wednesday: seriously considered cutting creative writing due to the fact that i had not slept well at all the past three nights. forced myself to go to class only to learn that it was canceled for the day anyway.
thursday: cut linguistics in order to take time to find an appropriate outfit for traffic court. went to court. the procecutor was a dick. the cop was an asshole. and the judge was really mean. in the end i walked out with 2 points still on my license and my wallet $130 lighter. started developing a scratchy throat during acting class. i knew i was coming down with something. pissed because i knew that i was getting sick due to lack of sleep. lack of sleep caused by thinking about how much miserable i was on sunday and the people who made me so miserable.
friday: woke up and dragged myself to 9am supervisor meeting. went home and slept for the rest of the day. woke up feeling worse, went to dinner and then andre's band concert. tea at 52, then dinner at a diner, then back to bed and hoping i would not wake up.
satruday: woke up feeling mysteriously chipper and with a manic determination to kill the cold (i have now deduced that this pseudo-euphoria was due to sleep deprivation, of which i am still suffering right now). drank some tea while at work, then took a nap when i got home. woke up 4 hours later feeling 40 times worse than before. positive i had a fever. went to andre's for more tea and crackers, then to the frat for a spring break info session (why i decided to play travel agent with a low grade fever, i'll never know). went home, ate popcorn and watched jurassic park. realized being picked off a toilet by a t-rex wouldn't be half as bad as my current state of health.
today: woke up loathing my existence. day 2 of the snot express. dreading the idea of heading to shoestring without a nap.
so earlier yesterday (in my manic state) i thought that my bad week was finally over. instead, it's trying to carry over into the next week. this is bad. *sigh of utter desperation and distress* i still have 4 hours of work left. why me???????
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