Wal-Mart, the sniffles, and my scary ribcage
I love college, I wish I could stay forever. I love coming out of a lecture feeling like my brain has just been filled up a little more, knowing that with everything I learn, I am becoming more knowledgeable / less naive / less ignorant / more aware of myself and the world around and me and how I relate to the world around me. Our lecture today in U.S. history since Watergate featured a guest speaker, a professor / author who studies the Wal-Mart phenomenon and its impact on the international economy. He spoke about Wal-Mart's origins with Sam Walton in Bentonville, Arkansas...about the low wage leading to a low road for low prices...about how they stifle the possibility of union activity by spending millions of dollars to fly in lawyers to scare employees out of union involvement. It was fascinating, and I don't even usually like economics. And he mentioned Joplin, Missouri! I about gasped out loud in class. It was so interesting, especially since I spent two years living in a teeny southern farm town pretty much run by the Super Wal-Mart. And I learned that Arkansas is, and pretty much always has been, the second-poorest state in the entire country (with Mississippi being the poorest). So, my lovely Arkies (members of Arkansas suite, for those of you non-Cottey girls), we are at the lowest rung of the economic ladder.
Anyway, I'm sick. My nose is running so much that I feel embarrassed in class from having to sniff and blow all the time (gross, I know). So I'm downing tons of water and orange juice and green tea, throwing down some Day Quil, and hoping I feel good enough later to fully focus on my astronomy reading, as I have an exam tomorrow afternoon. That class isn't exactly kicking my ass...but it's been a struggle to keep my head above water, as I am not very scientifically-inclined. But I've got to get those science requirements out of the way for my general education...so next quarter, I've got physical anthropology. I never said I loved everything about college...
Danny will most likely be able to perform in End of Eden's mainstage show at Soma. Collar bones take approximately six weeks to heal, and the concert is six weeks away, so as long as he takes care of himself and is easy on his shoulders, he should be able to perform.
I've put some weight back on...considering that Justin practically force-feeds me waffles, bacon, and Woodstocks pizza. Every time I go over to his apartment, he's always cooking something or asking me what I want for dinner. This issue came about last week when I was changing tops so we could go out...I had my arms over my head so my stomach was all stretched out, and he screamed when he saw my bare stomach. My ribs are protruding from my torso even when I'm not in that stretched-out position, and my hip bones stick out so much that you can knock your fist on them and it sounds like you're knocking on a door. Justin and I were watching "The Real World" the other night, the new Key West one with the girl with the serious body image disorder...and all I could think was, "God, I hope I never end up feeling like that." So I'm nipping this thing in the bud before it can get any worse. I feel sick and weak and tired all the time, I have absolutely no color to my face, and none of my pants fit anymore. So I've realized I'll feel better if I gain maybe five pounds and start eating regularly again. It's been at the point where I've gone an entire day without anything but bottled water, eating maybe a waffle or two when I go to bed, and that's it. At least I realize now that I've been unhealthy, and I want to change.
Anyway, I'm sick. My nose is running so much that I feel embarrassed in class from having to sniff and blow all the time (gross, I know). So I'm downing tons of water and orange juice and green tea, throwing down some Day Quil, and hoping I feel good enough later to fully focus on my astronomy reading, as I have an exam tomorrow afternoon. That class isn't exactly kicking my ass...but it's been a struggle to keep my head above water, as I am not very scientifically-inclined. But I've got to get those science requirements out of the way for my general education...so next quarter, I've got physical anthropology. I never said I loved everything about college...
Danny will most likely be able to perform in End of Eden's mainstage show at Soma. Collar bones take approximately six weeks to heal, and the concert is six weeks away, so as long as he takes care of himself and is easy on his shoulders, he should be able to perform.
I've put some weight back on...considering that Justin practically force-feeds me waffles, bacon, and Woodstocks pizza. Every time I go over to his apartment, he's always cooking something or asking me what I want for dinner. This issue came about last week when I was changing tops so we could go out...I had my arms over my head so my stomach was all stretched out, and he screamed when he saw my bare stomach. My ribs are protruding from my torso even when I'm not in that stretched-out position, and my hip bones stick out so much that you can knock your fist on them and it sounds like you're knocking on a door. Justin and I were watching "The Real World" the other night, the new Key West one with the girl with the serious body image disorder...and all I could think was, "God, I hope I never end up feeling like that." So I'm nipping this thing in the bud before it can get any worse. I feel sick and weak and tired all the time, I have absolutely no color to my face, and none of my pants fit anymore. So I've realized I'll feel better if I gain maybe five pounds and start eating regularly again. It's been at the point where I've gone an entire day without anything but bottled water, eating maybe a waffle or two when I go to bed, and that's it. At least I realize now that I've been unhealthy, and I want to change.