Urgh
I've brought you guys a few random links by way of appology for not being online in... six zillion years, has it been? Feels like that.
The bottom line is that I'm sick. Again. I'm going in to the doctor tomorrow (later today) because, while my cough is not too severe, I'm short of breath. By which I mean that if I decide to get dressed, I have to sit down and catch my breath after getting a shirt out of my bureau, and then rest even longer after hunting for the deoderant, and then even if I sit down to put the shirt on, my head is still spinning.
So you can see why I'm not in school. That, and I've had a permanent fever of >99 degrees F since last Thursday (or whenever it was the it first occured to me to check my temperature). The thing is, of course, that I've already missed more school this year than all the rest of my years at school put together. First I nearly die of pneumonia in September, then my anti-depressants wig out in February, and now it's April and the pneumonia seems to be coming back.
Honestly, why couldn't I get an illness that's easier to spell?
Having missed so much school, though, I feel really, REALLY guilty. Rationally, I know that while my medical issues are argueably my fault (faults?) in that they are problems with my body, I did not will them to be so. It's not like I'm trying to get out of school.
But, as I said, I feel really, really bad about it. As if I'm distaining my education and disrespecting my teachers whom I like. Why couldn't I have mean, narrow-minded teachers whom I'd enjoy annoying?
And why did the year that I'm out so much sick HAVE TO BE MY JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL? This is the one that matters. That colleges will look at and judge me by.
I really need to be there for 5th period (first of the day, pour les personnes du Stadium). Brianna and I are doing a scene and we need to be able to do a run-through for the class to critique, as we present on Thursday.
It would help if I could sleep, but because of the fever I feel as if I'm stranded in the Gobi desert at noon. Which makes it hard to rest.
I'm too sick to do anything productive (mostly, I sleep). I've managed to do a few little things for Humanities and to read a short story by Dickens (I thought it would improve my mind), but that's it.
So I'm currently entrenched on my bed, with a mass of blankets that I don't need (and which Sirius usually just balls into a nest-- it's unusual that I don't have a dog sleeping on the end side whole middle of my bed. I also have a box of tissues, a few cleans cloths (folded, but I don't have the energy to move them across the room), and lots of books-- mostly handback YA novels, but also including a bound copy of the complete Shakespeare and SAT prep books... oh, did I not menion that bit? Being too sick to take the SATs on my first scheduled date (1 April), I was re-scheduled for 3 May. I'm going to have to get another date now, too, which will cost another $20.00.
And it's not just my personal (acedemic, actually-- the social life I just put on hold, as you will have noticed, and again I appoloize for not putting y'all higher on my priority list) life that's messed up. The outside world is, too.
For example, gay people of the world, at their last collective group meeting, decided to seduce the poor innocent youth of America into following their agenda... that is, to not thinking that homosexuality is not normal. And they're doing it through soap operas. Damn them! Is nothing sacred? Everyone knows that adolescents today are addicted to their soaps. I mean, what are they expected to be doing in the middle of a weekday, if not watching television and patterning their lives after the example shown in shiny, shiny pixels? Oh, poor sweet American teenagers, why are they hurting you?
Hey... wait a minute... I'm part of the imperiled demographic. I don't feel a bit different, even though I've now watched all the You Tube clips that I could find on ATWT's Nuke, which I hadn't even heard of until people started complaining about the scandelous "open-mouthed kisses" therein. Thanks, League of We Have Tridents Up Our Arses and We Will Squash Any Signs of Diversity or Intellect Shown in Our Kids (or whatever you people call yourselves these days... oh, it's the American Family Association? Like a soap plot where two of the characters are gay and their families don't understand and want them to conform? Okay... I can remember that.)
Anyway, here are your links. Thanks for putting up with my feverish complaints. (As Lady Bracknell so wisely put it, "Ignorance is like a delicate flower; touch it, and the bloom is gone.")
Pride and Prejudice, a thriller about a man obsessed. And as a horror movie.
Hamlet with all dudes (totally historically accurate!).
N.B. Have any of you been hiding the fact that you're a millionaire? We could get another movie about Oscar Wilde, if you are. (Incidentally, the article writer completely forgot that Everett was in "The Importance of Being Earnest," which was based on a way better play than "An Ideal Husband".)
(See how clever I am? I tied in an Oscar Wilde quote, a story about people freaking out over other people making life-style choices different from their own-- Oscar knows what I'm talking about, and then a story about a potential Oscar Wilde biopic. And, admit it, when you first started reading, you didn't imagine that there would be anything in this post about dead Irish wits, did you? Did Shaw?)
The bottom line is that I'm sick. Again. I'm going in to the doctor tomorrow (later today) because, while my cough is not too severe, I'm short of breath. By which I mean that if I decide to get dressed, I have to sit down and catch my breath after getting a shirt out of my bureau, and then rest even longer after hunting for the deoderant, and then even if I sit down to put the shirt on, my head is still spinning.
So you can see why I'm not in school. That, and I've had a permanent fever of >99 degrees F since last Thursday (or whenever it was the it first occured to me to check my temperature). The thing is, of course, that I've already missed more school this year than all the rest of my years at school put together. First I nearly die of pneumonia in September, then my anti-depressants wig out in February, and now it's April and the pneumonia seems to be coming back.
Honestly, why couldn't I get an illness that's easier to spell?
Having missed so much school, though, I feel really, REALLY guilty. Rationally, I know that while my medical issues are argueably my fault (faults?) in that they are problems with my body, I did not will them to be so. It's not like I'm trying to get out of school.
But, as I said, I feel really, really bad about it. As if I'm distaining my education and disrespecting my teachers whom I like. Why couldn't I have mean, narrow-minded teachers whom I'd enjoy annoying?
And why did the year that I'm out so much sick HAVE TO BE MY JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL? This is the one that matters. That colleges will look at and judge me by.
I really need to be there for 5th period (first of the day, pour les personnes du Stadium). Brianna and I are doing a scene and we need to be able to do a run-through for the class to critique, as we present on Thursday.
It would help if I could sleep, but because of the fever I feel as if I'm stranded in the Gobi desert at noon. Which makes it hard to rest.
I'm too sick to do anything productive (mostly, I sleep). I've managed to do a few little things for Humanities and to read a short story by Dickens (I thought it would improve my mind), but that's it.
So I'm currently entrenched on my bed, with a mass of blankets that I don't need (and which Sirius usually just balls into a nest-- it's unusual that I don't have a dog sleeping on the end side whole middle of my bed. I also have a box of tissues, a few cleans cloths (folded, but I don't have the energy to move them across the room), and lots of books-- mostly handback YA novels, but also including a bound copy of the complete Shakespeare and SAT prep books... oh, did I not menion that bit? Being too sick to take the SATs on my first scheduled date (1 April), I was re-scheduled for 3 May. I'm going to have to get another date now, too, which will cost another $20.00.
And it's not just my personal (acedemic, actually-- the social life I just put on hold, as you will have noticed, and again I appoloize for not putting y'all higher on my priority list) life that's messed up. The outside world is, too.
For example, gay people of the world, at their last collective group meeting, decided to seduce the poor innocent youth of America into following their agenda... that is, to not thinking that homosexuality is not normal. And they're doing it through soap operas. Damn them! Is nothing sacred? Everyone knows that adolescents today are addicted to their soaps. I mean, what are they expected to be doing in the middle of a weekday, if not watching television and patterning their lives after the example shown in shiny, shiny pixels? Oh, poor sweet American teenagers, why are they hurting you?
Hey... wait a minute... I'm part of the imperiled demographic. I don't feel a bit different, even though I've now watched all the You Tube clips that I could find on ATWT's Nuke, which I hadn't even heard of until people started complaining about the scandelous "open-mouthed kisses" therein. Thanks, League of We Have Tridents Up Our Arses and We Will Squash Any Signs of Diversity or Intellect Shown in Our Kids (or whatever you people call yourselves these days... oh, it's the American Family Association? Like a soap plot where two of the characters are gay and their families don't understand and want them to conform? Okay... I can remember that.)
Anyway, here are your links. Thanks for putting up with my feverish complaints. (As Lady Bracknell so wisely put it, "Ignorance is like a delicate flower; touch it, and the bloom is gone.")
Pride and Prejudice, a thriller about a man obsessed. And as a horror movie.
Hamlet with all dudes (totally historically accurate!).
N.B. Have any of you been hiding the fact that you're a millionaire? We could get another movie about Oscar Wilde, if you are. (Incidentally, the article writer completely forgot that Everett was in "The Importance of Being Earnest," which was based on a way better play than "An Ideal Husband".)
(See how clever I am? I tied in an Oscar Wilde quote, a story about people freaking out over other people making life-style choices different from their own-- Oscar knows what I'm talking about, and then a story about a potential Oscar Wilde biopic. And, admit it, when you first started reading, you didn't imagine that there would be anything in this post about dead Irish wits, did you? Did Shaw?)