Very much wanting it to be the weekend.
Oy.
I'm very much tired.
Now, that could be attributed to the fact that Kiah and I played with my light-up frisbee for about thirty minutes in the dark on the Parade Grounds.
And that I got to play pick up soccer with a bunch of crazies that meet regularly for like, half an hour, and I am fucking exhausted. But more does that happiness beat out the soreness to come because this is going to get me into shape far quicker than anything I had done.
...
Damn my brain! I keep brooding. *sigh* Anyway.
I have a fantastic group of friends. And they all want to get me through this, and they say so and are there for me, and I appreciate it, everyone, I really do. But I keep dwelling on the things I don't want to think about late at night like now, when it's nigh on 1AM and I'm still sitting in Kiah's room borrowing BonQuiQui (yes, we named her laptop; mine is O'Halloran, KTHX LIZ) to blog.
I think my allergies are getting to me. My throat is scratchy and hurty at random times and I'm popping my cough drops like vicodin. BTW, I missed Bones yesterday for Harambee (Swahili for "coming together", a program put on by the Multicultural Association), and Kiah's laptop copped an attitude when we got the FOX website. Oh, sure House works, but not bones? WTFNOOOO. Yeah, so I'm not feeling well, I'm out of my allergy medicine so my nose is going on random tangents of being so dry it hurts to stopped up in only one nostril. Yeah, that's attractive.
*doublesigh*
To top it all off, mom won't get off my ass about grades now that I've not kicked off the year with an exemplary start, nor will she leave me alone about my "scholarship," which I know nothing about but must search all over campus to discover.
Ouch. I feel a headache coming on. And I feel like I'm continually whining to Kiah about everything. This could perhaps be because I hang out with her basically all of the time. However, she assures me I'm not really whining. Though I'm upset, I'm not really crying, but I am sniffing an inordinate amount.
Fuck. I'm... not going to bed. I'll probably talk to Kiah 'til like 2 and then go back to my dorm and scare the crap out of Steph, then be late to Theatre tomorrow morning, nap before Astronomy, fuck up my Astronomy quiz, and find out that I failed my Econ test from Wednesday. And then go to Battle of the Bands... then a fraternity party. Then sleep in on Saturday and ... I'll update. Peace.
I'm very much tired.
Now, that could be attributed to the fact that Kiah and I played with my light-up frisbee for about thirty minutes in the dark on the Parade Grounds.
And that I got to play pick up soccer with a bunch of crazies that meet regularly for like, half an hour, and I am fucking exhausted. But more does that happiness beat out the soreness to come because this is going to get me into shape far quicker than anything I had done.
...
Damn my brain! I keep brooding. *sigh* Anyway.
I have a fantastic group of friends. And they all want to get me through this, and they say so and are there for me, and I appreciate it, everyone, I really do. But I keep dwelling on the things I don't want to think about late at night like now, when it's nigh on 1AM and I'm still sitting in Kiah's room borrowing BonQuiQui (yes, we named her laptop; mine is O'Halloran, KTHX LIZ) to blog.
I think my allergies are getting to me. My throat is scratchy and hurty at random times and I'm popping my cough drops like vicodin. BTW, I missed Bones yesterday for Harambee (Swahili for "coming together", a program put on by the Multicultural Association), and Kiah's laptop copped an attitude when we got the FOX website. Oh, sure House works, but not bones? WTFNOOOO. Yeah, so I'm not feeling well, I'm out of my allergy medicine so my nose is going on random tangents of being so dry it hurts to stopped up in only one nostril. Yeah, that's attractive.
*doublesigh*
To top it all off, mom won't get off my ass about grades now that I've not kicked off the year with an exemplary start, nor will she leave me alone about my "scholarship," which I know nothing about but must search all over campus to discover.
Ouch. I feel a headache coming on. And I feel like I'm continually whining to Kiah about everything. This could perhaps be because I hang out with her basically all of the time. However, she assures me I'm not really whining. Though I'm upset, I'm not really crying, but I am sniffing an inordinate amount.
Fuck. I'm... not going to bed. I'll probably talk to Kiah 'til like 2 and then go back to my dorm and scare the crap out of Steph, then be late to Theatre tomorrow morning, nap before Astronomy, fuck up my Astronomy quiz, and find out that I failed my Econ test from Wednesday. And then go to Battle of the Bands... then a fraternity party. Then sleep in on Saturday and ... I'll update. Peace.