mergh....
i love my working process. check mail/facebook/livejournal ~~~> write three-ish sentences on my paper ~~~> check livejournal/facebook/mail
my night has been awful. my roommate, hayley, has been deathly sick for two days now. she's a spoiled child in the first place, but even more so when she's ill. doesn't help that i've spent more time in the same room with her in the last two weeks than the rest of the year. before, she had diving and i had something theatre related, so we'd never spend more than a couple hours together, and that was nice. not that i dislike her, i've grown to adore her as the year has passed, but too much of anyone(and their constant watching of MTV and CNN) can get annoying.
but anyway, so she's been super sick. around 9:30, she's on the phone with her parents explaining she's thrown up for the third time today and they finally bitch at her to go to a doctor. and of course, me being me, i can't NOT take her. and plus, i could procrastinate a little more, i didn't want to do that paper anyway.
so we try to go to this clinic, and the person giving me directions sucks. her prominent landmark list consisted of bill miller's bbq and taco cabana. these are two fast-food restaurants, and there are most than 2000 of them each in the san antonio metropolis. worst fucking landmark ever. so anyway, we eventually get to the place, wait an hour, doctor comes in and decides to give her some iv fluids.
hayley says she's not afraid of needles. that i'll sorta give her. but pain? she's a pussy. a fucking pussy. i mean, i guess i've got a 1-up on the majority of people because i can't count on both fingers and toes the number of times someone's needed my blood taken or whatever. but goddamn it was pathetic.
so around 12:20 AM, we get to leave the place after she's had two bags of saline mixed with phenergan so she won't expel her insides any longer. then we have to go get her prescriptions filled. we get there, and something's goofy with her insurance. she ends up having to pay for the shit with her credit card(apparently her parents switched drug plans without telling anyone) and we finally get home around 1:30 AM.
it's now almost 3. why am i still up, you ask? why, because BEFORE all this began, i had three pages of an essay to finish before i could go to bed. since i just spent the last for hours taking care of a sick person instead of writing my paper, i still had three pages to write when i got back! and that's pretty much the only reason i'm aggitated at all about this situation. but i'm still not aggitated at hayley, just the universal timing of it all. so i've consumed so much caffeine in order to keep myself stable while i finish this shit. and i have an econ test on thursday, which i shall be trying to study for through delirium.
i love my life. normally, i mean that when i say it. but right now, i'm pretty unpleased.
my night has been awful. my roommate, hayley, has been deathly sick for two days now. she's a spoiled child in the first place, but even more so when she's ill. doesn't help that i've spent more time in the same room with her in the last two weeks than the rest of the year. before, she had diving and i had something theatre related, so we'd never spend more than a couple hours together, and that was nice. not that i dislike her, i've grown to adore her as the year has passed, but too much of anyone(and their constant watching of MTV and CNN) can get annoying.
but anyway, so she's been super sick. around 9:30, she's on the phone with her parents explaining she's thrown up for the third time today and they finally bitch at her to go to a doctor. and of course, me being me, i can't NOT take her. and plus, i could procrastinate a little more, i didn't want to do that paper anyway.
so we try to go to this clinic, and the person giving me directions sucks. her prominent landmark list consisted of bill miller's bbq and taco cabana. these are two fast-food restaurants, and there are most than 2000 of them each in the san antonio metropolis. worst fucking landmark ever. so anyway, we eventually get to the place, wait an hour, doctor comes in and decides to give her some iv fluids.
hayley says she's not afraid of needles. that i'll sorta give her. but pain? she's a pussy. a fucking pussy. i mean, i guess i've got a 1-up on the majority of people because i can't count on both fingers and toes the number of times someone's needed my blood taken or whatever. but goddamn it was pathetic.
so around 12:20 AM, we get to leave the place after she's had two bags of saline mixed with phenergan so she won't expel her insides any longer. then we have to go get her prescriptions filled. we get there, and something's goofy with her insurance. she ends up having to pay for the shit with her credit card(apparently her parents switched drug plans without telling anyone) and we finally get home around 1:30 AM.
it's now almost 3. why am i still up, you ask? why, because BEFORE all this began, i had three pages of an essay to finish before i could go to bed. since i just spent the last for hours taking care of a sick person instead of writing my paper, i still had three pages to write when i got back! and that's pretty much the only reason i'm aggitated at all about this situation. but i'm still not aggitated at hayley, just the universal timing of it all. so i've consumed so much caffeine in order to keep myself stable while i finish this shit. and i have an econ test on thursday, which i shall be trying to study for through delirium.
i love my life. normally, i mean that when i say it. but right now, i'm pretty unpleased.