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Siiigh. Just had my last final. My final final. It was statistics, the last math class I will ever have to take. The final math class. I've taken the final final of my final math class. I am done now.
I have... FOOD POISONING. Oh, god, I feel like dying. Emotionally, there's a party in my head and everyone's invited. Physically, my stomach is having a lock out. I've managed to keep down half a banana so far today, but I think I'm not going to work this afternoon. I have a training I need to be at, but I suppose they would rather me not be there then be there and vomit all over them. I hope. Cuz I don't really want to vomit all over them. In fact, I'd strongly prefer not to vomit all over them.
The weather out here in my mountain home is frustrating me. We'll have one week of 80 degree weather, a bagillion percent humidity and not a cloud in sight, then we have one little rain shower and the temp drops to 50 degrees for a week. It' definitely May, and I am definitely wearing a sweater and a leather overcoat. I miss the happy medium of Maui. 70 degrees all the time, perfect wind, flawless humidity.
There are a bunch of people at my house (read:dorm) that I don't know. All my neighboring dormmates are seniors, so these folks are presumably seniors that I've simply never associated with. They're fun, though. They like my pet mouse, too. This one dude is kinda freaking me out, though. Last night, I excused myself from the shindig to sit alone in my room and study (futilely, mind you) for my stat final. Instead of letting me study in peace, he said he wanted to use my roommate's computer and followed me to my room. He then offered to close the door because the get-together outside was loud. I told him that was not necessary then tried my damnedest to ignore him. He kept trying to explain statistics to me -- he's in grad school. Med school, in fact.
The boys at this school can be creepy sometimes. They definitely think following you home is an effective way to attract you. Perhaps I'm the strange one. Perhaps that works on other women (read:girls).
Anyhoo, summer!
I have... FOOD POISONING. Oh, god, I feel like dying. Emotionally, there's a party in my head and everyone's invited. Physically, my stomach is having a lock out. I've managed to keep down half a banana so far today, but I think I'm not going to work this afternoon. I have a training I need to be at, but I suppose they would rather me not be there then be there and vomit all over them. I hope. Cuz I don't really want to vomit all over them. In fact, I'd strongly prefer not to vomit all over them.
The weather out here in my mountain home is frustrating me. We'll have one week of 80 degree weather, a bagillion percent humidity and not a cloud in sight, then we have one little rain shower and the temp drops to 50 degrees for a week. It' definitely May, and I am definitely wearing a sweater and a leather overcoat. I miss the happy medium of Maui. 70 degrees all the time, perfect wind, flawless humidity.
There are a bunch of people at my house (read:dorm) that I don't know. All my neighboring dormmates are seniors, so these folks are presumably seniors that I've simply never associated with. They're fun, though. They like my pet mouse, too. This one dude is kinda freaking me out, though. Last night, I excused myself from the shindig to sit alone in my room and study (futilely, mind you) for my stat final. Instead of letting me study in peace, he said he wanted to use my roommate's computer and followed me to my room. He then offered to close the door because the get-together outside was loud. I told him that was not necessary then tried my damnedest to ignore him. He kept trying to explain statistics to me -- he's in grad school. Med school, in fact.
The boys at this school can be creepy sometimes. They definitely think following you home is an effective way to attract you. Perhaps I'm the strange one. Perhaps that works on other women (read:girls).
Anyhoo, summer!