Sick
Right, so I've been hacking up everything that's inside my body all day. The other night, I had a sore throat. Yesterday, I started with the coughing. Today? The phlegm. Yeah, cute, right?
It gets better the more I cough and the more I've been awake--but when I woke up, OUCH. My throat was killing me. I stole Jessica's cough drops yesterday. I'm eating them like candy. I should probably go buy some lollipops before the cough drops stop working.
This weekend was absolutely amazing. But we'll get into that in another entry, when I'm not supposed to be editing a story for class.
Yeah, so, first time in my writing career, I'm being SENT to the Writing Center. I mean, the professor says things like, "Some people think this is a bad thing, but it can also mean that the content has stepped outside of the writer's knowledge of syntax and such," and "You've clearly got the content, but now the sentence structure and punctuation need to be worked on" but I'm positive that my English has just died. Caput. Cute, right?
I need to continue working on my Portuguese story. I feel useless. I should be doing more for my Directed Study. I should be doing more for my CLASSES. Seriously.
So I'm editing last week's story--I won't be penalized, I'm just turning it in again--and then I have to write the one that's due today. This procrastination HAS to stop. I'm pretty sure my grades this semester are going to suck ass.
My thumb hurts a lot and I can't figure out why, and the cut on my pinky (from cutting onions to make coxinhas on Saturday) is definitely infected. Not good.
Other than that, life is great. :)
It gets better the more I cough and the more I've been awake--but when I woke up, OUCH. My throat was killing me. I stole Jessica's cough drops yesterday. I'm eating them like candy. I should probably go buy some lollipops before the cough drops stop working.
This weekend was absolutely amazing. But we'll get into that in another entry, when I'm not supposed to be editing a story for class.
Yeah, so, first time in my writing career, I'm being SENT to the Writing Center. I mean, the professor says things like, "Some people think this is a bad thing, but it can also mean that the content has stepped outside of the writer's knowledge of syntax and such," and "You've clearly got the content, but now the sentence structure and punctuation need to be worked on" but I'm positive that my English has just died. Caput. Cute, right?
I need to continue working on my Portuguese story. I feel useless. I should be doing more for my Directed Study. I should be doing more for my CLASSES. Seriously.
So I'm editing last week's story--I won't be penalized, I'm just turning it in again--and then I have to write the one that's due today. This procrastination HAS to stop. I'm pretty sure my grades this semester are going to suck ass.
My thumb hurts a lot and I can't figure out why, and the cut on my pinky (from cutting onions to make coxinhas on Saturday) is definitely infected. Not good.
Other than that, life is great. :)