And get jump on the finer things
The plague has descended upon me once again. For the past four or so days, I've been living out of the aspirin bottle battling endless fevers, migraines, along with an assortment of other flu-like accessories like nausea and a sore throat. Of course, everyone down here had the instant reaction of "Why don't you just go to the doctor?" to which the Vermont in me responds, "Because I'm not a pansy! What's a doctor going to tell me, to go home and sleep and drink plenty of liquids? I don't need a doctor!" and the New York in me gets bitter and blames someone or something else and the American in Ontario in me says, "What are you thinking! The doctor will just make you pay a ton of money and you'll ultimately get better without whatever crap they have to say or give to you." In reality, after several days of sheer misery even with painkilers, I did break down and call my eye, ear, nose, and throat specialist, who apparently had treated herself to a long, luxorious Labor Day holiday. Nicely done, lady. If I die, you shall inherit none of my wealth.
So basically I've been all infirmed and now have a remarkably long list of things to do. My room is a wreck, laundry and homework need doing and I'm still not on track transcript-wise with John Tyler as I should be. Note to self: DO THESE THINGS IMMEDIATELY OR WE ARE NOT FRIENDS. Thank God tomorrow's a holiday.
My head is in such pain; you have no idea.
A year ago, I began freshman year at Redeemer... Oh, Redeemer. I miss my friends, but I don't miss the school a bit. Especially with all the grief it is currently putting me through. Oh, life.
I turn nineteen in a little over a month. Nineteen means that being a teenager is over. I am trying to come to terms with my fast approaching mortality. Or something.
I miss my RA dearly!
So basically I've been all infirmed and now have a remarkably long list of things to do. My room is a wreck, laundry and homework need doing and I'm still not on track transcript-wise with John Tyler as I should be. Note to self: DO THESE THINGS IMMEDIATELY OR WE ARE NOT FRIENDS. Thank God tomorrow's a holiday.
My head is in such pain; you have no idea.
A year ago, I began freshman year at Redeemer... Oh, Redeemer. I miss my friends, but I don't miss the school a bit. Especially with all the grief it is currently putting me through. Oh, life.
I turn nineteen in a little over a month. Nineteen means that being a teenager is over. I am trying to come to terms with my fast approaching mortality. Or something.
I miss my RA dearly!