Being Sick Sucks
But you all know that. I thought it would be over by now, having babied myself for two days straight, not gone out to exercise with Melissa, and eaten a box of oreos due to the stress of it. Okay, the oreos were probably a bad idea but I needed comfort goddammit! I've been drinking tea and OJ, sleeping and making minimal efforts to go outside while occasionally opening a window to allow air circulation. The results? Day three and I'm still off and on feverish with a terrible sore throat that refuses to yield. Miserable.
But other than that...I've been exercising with Melissa for an hour nearly every day (except when she got sick...and then I got sick...), TRYING to make better food choices (THE OREOS DON'T COUNT! I'M SICK!!! >:|), and getting excited about making Thanksgiving dinner for everyone on November 17th. It will be my first time making a turkey and I had to find a recipe that would allow for it to be cooked in less time since I had to rent out a kitchen (no stove...seriously...first thing I fix after a new apartment if I stay here). It didn't take as long as I thought. If it comes out well, I'll try to remember to post the recipe. Arris is moving in a few weeks too so, I'm gonna miss having someone just upstairs though I'm sure we both need a break from each other. He's been having it tough and I know it's my turn to help someone out after throwing my emotions all over the place this time last year. Which reminds me, almost a year to date since I broke up with my last boyfriend. Feels longer.
As for Crush-sensei? Still lovely. In fact, Monday was a massively lame day as every class I was scheduled for was canceled due to testing. I literally spent the day doing jack nothing. After the last one was canceled (I only had 3 on my schedule...all before lunch), I was shuffling dejectedly down the hall. It was the first-year side, which has all the labs and elective rooms. Anyways, Crush-sensei was apparently doing a computer class as he was outside that lab. We smiled, said hello and how are you. Instead of answering his "I'm good" with a "Me too", I did something only possible when faced with miserably sitting in the staff room with nothing to do (I really need to start bringing some entertainment with me...). I smiled a half smile and, with a bit of a whine (because all my..."cares" had left) stated "I'm booooored."
And, since I STILL can't remember how to say that in Japanese (tsumaranai?) on demand, I then proceeded to whip out my schedule with it's crossed out classes, and, pointing to each period, stated why this was the source of boredom: "Nothing, test, test, test, lunch, nothing, nothing...so boring!" , and I would slouch more and more as I pointed to each class time with nothing to do.
He found this humorous. He laughed then said, with that lovely smile as we were slowly separating (he did have a class to teach): "Hahaha, rest day!"
I responded with a sarcastic, "Cheh, yeah..." and then a terribly weak "Have fun with...computers." as he waved goodbye and closed the sliding door to the lab as I began to reach the turn in the hall.
A sad story, is it not? I think the only reason I'm happy when he talks to me is really just because he's a not terrible looking or bad tempered male, my age, good with kids, and I'm kind of lonely. My life...is depressing. Hahaha. Okay, not that dramatic. To be honest though, I think that one interaction caused me to get out of that fluffy crush state. Will I say yes if he asked me out? Hecks yes! Do I think I like him beyond crush-level? Most likely not now that I've my head back on straight and am back to focusing on my desire to be healthier. Besides...when I talk to him, the PE teacher who is our age gives me the evil eye. She's a stick but her job is to be active...it would take a long time to wait out her energy before I could bother returning fire.
Anyways, that's a bit of what's been up. I just drank some disgusting stuff that Melissa had in her medicine cabinet where the last ALT labeled it "Cold Medicine: Tastes terrible but works", so let's see how this rolls. Shall we?