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I'm sick. That is honestly the only reason I have any time to update. I have work at the bookstore every day except for the days I have class at Bucks, which is Tuesday and Thursday. I take night classes and I tend to wake up really late in the afternoon, so essentially, I have been goinggoinggoing nonstop for a week. I went out with Nate, Carrie, and James last night and we had a lot of fun and then I remember saying something like "you guys know that burning, almost swollen feeling you get where your nasal passages meet your throat when you're getting sick? I have that. I think it's just allergies, though." HAH.
I woke up in the middle of the night shivering and whimpering from being so cold. I finally forced myself to get up and got a glass of ice water and slept with my robe on. Then I apparently got too hot in the middle of the night in my sleep because I had dreams of bathing in ice water and it just wasn't cold enough every time. I actually called out of my third day of work because I have a fever and I literally feel like a piece of shit. My manager wasn't that upset, she was just worried because Fridays are busy and they were short but she just said she'd see me tomorrow. Even if I still feel sick, I'm still going in tomorrow. At worst, she'll have me leave early if I seem too sick. I'm a little relieved because I needed a ton of sleep and now I have time to update my journal and fucking SHOWER. Three days dirty, people. I can't stand it.
Anyway, I love the bookstore. My co-workers are really fucking awesome except for maybe one girl. I don't have anything against her personally at all, of course, since we've only spoken a few times. I just get this weird "I don't like you, don't talk to me, bitch" vibe when I'm near her. And I've only ever been anything but sweet to her. My favorite right now is Daniel. He's been the supervisor who has been training me and he's just a really nice guy. Plus, I feel as though I can goof around with him and he won't think I'm being disrespectful or bitchy. I just bust on my friends. He said maybe that's the reason I get weird vibes from my one co-worker, that some people don't understand my humor and might be offended by it, which of course made me feel so horrible that I went to the staff bathroom and cried. It was just a lot of stress, starting a new job and having my first day of college the next day...I just needed to let some out. But now I am pretty worried that people think I'm obnoxious and an asshole.
The next day was my first day at Bucks and it was awesome. I was a bit sour about having to be there at 1:30pm, but oh well. My English Composition teacher, Dr. Dwyer, is really awesome. He's an older man who was in the military, but he's so cool and very non-judgmental. He's a hippie in disguise. Then I had a two freaking hour break which sucked because Carrie had work until five and couldn't hang out, Angie was roller blading and I didn't get her message soon enough so it would have been a waste of time for her to try and get to school and then only hang out with me for like, 10 minutes. Instead, I found my brother and Jessica [his girlfriend] and we had lunch together. Then Will had class so Jess and I just wandered around with the two of us and talked to people, etc. Then after my huge break between classes, I had American Sign Language. It was so fucking cool. We barely spoke all class and I've learned a lot of signs that I can use in everyday life. The only problem is that the class only has 7 people on Thursdays and needs 10 to stick around so if 3 of her 23 students in her class on Tuesdays don't transfer to our class, it's going to be canceled. If that happens, I'll be so upset and start taking classes outside of school AND I'll take the class next semester.
I'm exhausted, sick, and in desperate need of a shower. *sigh* I think cigarettes are annihilating my immune system.