I just got back from class. You know. And ate a sandwich. I feel exhausted, and I slept all morning. I had two doctor appointments, maybe that is why? She said my lymphs were swollen. And do I do a lot of sit ups? HAH. And I'm too tiny for big kid drugs. Which was amusing. Also I am not very tiny. I think it was to make me feel better for checking ( Read more... )

I am extremely ( Read more... )

Still feeling nauseated. Permanently so, I guess.

I love I love I love my ARTS299 teacher. I miss my sister.

Work at 9...That will be nice to see everybody...

Yesterday was awful. Not exactly sure why. Lots of crying for no reason. More sleeping. I didn't work out this morning, even though I don't have class until 12. Instead, I went to McKinley and set up appointments for all my various concerns and ailments. All three floors: go me ( Read more... )

In Chicago to see Sara. My car is on the fritz. Majorly. Won't make it out to Chicago, quite sure ( Read more... )

I just slept for twelve hours. Which was wonderful. As my two hardest finals are OVER. Today I have many small things I need to do ( Read more... )

Do you know, when something so perfect is happening, when you can hardly contain how excited you are to witness it, maybe be a part of it, do you know what I mean? And I am not talking about grand events, like revolutions or new worlds, but more subtle, mundane things, that explode with sudden meaning and beauty, and you can hardly...breath. I'm ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning, walked to my Latin American History class, sat down smelling like sleep, cold sweat, and cigarette smoke. Received an under-the-table grade raise ( Read more... )

Black Letter: You know what is utter bullshit? The MTD. You know how to ruin a perfectly good day? Wait 25 minutes for the fucking bus then walk anyway. You want to know what else is bullshit? My HIST105 teacher not getting back to me ( Read more... )

I had my French oral final today. I got a 94 percent. Thank god. So maybe I'm not completely awful at languages. I told him: Ca va un peu triste. Parce que? Beaucoup chose. Because I feel the right, more duty, to be melodramatic in French. I was sad because I was in the process of coming to terms with several things: 1) I am only selectively ( Read more... )