colds
booo im still sick. the weird cough has turned devil on me and into a full out cold from hell.
my head is heavy, my sinuses are stuffed, my voice is low and scratchy, and my tea is too hot but not steamy enough...
i finished the 4th story, The Laughing Man, in Nine Stories. it was pretty cool. so far none of them beat the first story, A Perect Day For Bananafish. christ that ending was good.
i need to give blood again so i can get a new "BE NICE TO ME" sticker. the current one is half peeled off my laptop with brownish tint from the dirt off my hand.
my essay about how a war involving murder is never justified came back to me the other day. i had a very strong feeling i failed it. i didn't really follow classic rhetoric at all. it was more or less my thoughts spilled onto paper. the original topic was going to be about legalizing drugs, but i figured that is to played out. after listening to Gun In Your hand by RX Bandits i decided to switch an hour before class. all forms of an outlines were tossed aside and i went in all gung-ho and drilled that essay with every point and belief my head could conjure up at the moment. i only had pen so thankfully my head arranged all thoughts accordingly.
i got a B
:D
this nasal and bronchial aid tea is terrible.
eh i woke up at 4:30 today. it seems the day is dragging on. probably because theres nothing to do at home. my roomate, Brian, brought his girlfriend, Kristen, up for the weekend. not that i left for that reason, but because i wanted some rest; i wanted some classic, genuine peace and quiet.
every week is the same thing. upon waking up Monday at the ungodly hour of 7:30am, then 4 hours of sleep cause me to believe the week is just going to draaaaggggg ooooonnnnnnn. the around mid to late evening Thursday i think how fast everything went by. i've been going through this weekly routine for years now; it began about the same time i learned how much it can suck to wake up and get out of bed.
well the extra sugary tea in the bottom of the mug wasn't so bad.
my head is heavy, my sinuses are stuffed, my voice is low and scratchy, and my tea is too hot but not steamy enough...
i finished the 4th story, The Laughing Man, in Nine Stories. it was pretty cool. so far none of them beat the first story, A Perect Day For Bananafish. christ that ending was good.
i need to give blood again so i can get a new "BE NICE TO ME" sticker. the current one is half peeled off my laptop with brownish tint from the dirt off my hand.
my essay about how a war involving murder is never justified came back to me the other day. i had a very strong feeling i failed it. i didn't really follow classic rhetoric at all. it was more or less my thoughts spilled onto paper. the original topic was going to be about legalizing drugs, but i figured that is to played out. after listening to Gun In Your hand by RX Bandits i decided to switch an hour before class. all forms of an outlines were tossed aside and i went in all gung-ho and drilled that essay with every point and belief my head could conjure up at the moment. i only had pen so thankfully my head arranged all thoughts accordingly.
i got a B
:D
this nasal and bronchial aid tea is terrible.
eh i woke up at 4:30 today. it seems the day is dragging on. probably because theres nothing to do at home. my roomate, Brian, brought his girlfriend, Kristen, up for the weekend. not that i left for that reason, but because i wanted some rest; i wanted some classic, genuine peace and quiet.
every week is the same thing. upon waking up Monday at the ungodly hour of 7:30am, then 4 hours of sleep cause me to believe the week is just going to draaaaggggg ooooonnnnnnn. the around mid to late evening Thursday i think how fast everything went by. i've been going through this weekly routine for years now; it began about the same time i learned how much it can suck to wake up and get out of bed.
well the extra sugary tea in the bottom of the mug wasn't so bad.