I'm sick.
*gag*
Too much to do and I feel like crap. I've got a temperature, my back is sore and there's a weird feeling in my joints. Fuck. I don't need this. Thank goodness today is a half day, I'm going home and crashing. Maybe a really hot bath would be nice.
In other news my cats are being quite cute. They've learned to get along with each other and play at night. That's the only problem I have. They adore rolling around on the floor and in general playing and hissing and hiding and knocking stuff over when I tried to sleep last night.
All of this is adding up to some really wacky behavior from me. I feel slightly dizzy and so walk into walls and desks and trip on things. Not to mention the other day I got my classes confused and called everyone by the wrong names. I don't understand where this is coming from. I've been really careful about washing my hands and staying away from the sick. I can't be sick and I keep telling myself that because it's a mind over matter thing. I will walk the hot coals of illness and collapse on the holidays! Even better I'll do it at my boyfriends mothers house by barfing in her supremely clean toilets.
Then there's the Christmas gift my mother gave me. Karl, my step-father, has put her on a leash as far as spending goes. She gets a JC Penny's credit card with 200$ on it and that's all she gets to spend for Christmas. Anyways, the upshot is she ordered me a brilliant bright pink tundra jacked with fur lined collar and muff. I look like a giant pink marshmellow of death. It's in plastic in the closet because I'll never wear it here, in Texas, home of the heat. I mean, people freak out over the fact that it's close to freezing!
My Dad's going to be here the day after Christmas and I get a Dad hug. Nothing could be better. They're going to be picking up my step-grandma's car and later she'll be moving back with them. If I have enough money saved up I want to buy her couch. I love and adore it. I'll have to figure out how to get it to my third floor apartment. Maybe Jim's mother could store it for me until I get a chance to move into more permanent digs.
I talked to my Grandmother for her birthday. I think it made her day. She and I talked until my battery went dead in my cell. It was great. I miss them. They're the best Grandparents I have ever had and I didn't even get to know them until I was 18. Life can be so wrong. I'm going to try and plan to go out east for Spring Break.
Too much to do and I feel like crap. I've got a temperature, my back is sore and there's a weird feeling in my joints. Fuck. I don't need this. Thank goodness today is a half day, I'm going home and crashing. Maybe a really hot bath would be nice.
In other news my cats are being quite cute. They've learned to get along with each other and play at night. That's the only problem I have. They adore rolling around on the floor and in general playing and hissing and hiding and knocking stuff over when I tried to sleep last night.
All of this is adding up to some really wacky behavior from me. I feel slightly dizzy and so walk into walls and desks and trip on things. Not to mention the other day I got my classes confused and called everyone by the wrong names. I don't understand where this is coming from. I've been really careful about washing my hands and staying away from the sick. I can't be sick and I keep telling myself that because it's a mind over matter thing. I will walk the hot coals of illness and collapse on the holidays! Even better I'll do it at my boyfriends mothers house by barfing in her supremely clean toilets.
Then there's the Christmas gift my mother gave me. Karl, my step-father, has put her on a leash as far as spending goes. She gets a JC Penny's credit card with 200$ on it and that's all she gets to spend for Christmas. Anyways, the upshot is she ordered me a brilliant bright pink tundra jacked with fur lined collar and muff. I look like a giant pink marshmellow of death. It's in plastic in the closet because I'll never wear it here, in Texas, home of the heat. I mean, people freak out over the fact that it's close to freezing!
My Dad's going to be here the day after Christmas and I get a Dad hug. Nothing could be better. They're going to be picking up my step-grandma's car and later she'll be moving back with them. If I have enough money saved up I want to buy her couch. I love and adore it. I'll have to figure out how to get it to my third floor apartment. Maybe Jim's mother could store it for me until I get a chance to move into more permanent digs.
I talked to my Grandmother for her birthday. I think it made her day. She and I talked until my battery went dead in my cell. It was great. I miss them. They're the best Grandparents I have ever had and I didn't even get to know them until I was 18. Life can be so wrong. I'm going to try and plan to go out east for Spring Break.