An hour here, an hour there.
Where did I leave off?
This weekend: drama, drama, drama and all for naught.
Attn: Aaron Blake. I love you, brother.
Attn: Jerry Daun. I have photos of you driving my car naked. I'll post them on facebook.
It sucks to be sick. I AM SICK.
So, going to Arabic is crappy because I can't make the ch as in Bach noise without being in intense throat pain. So I went a half hour early hoping Soraya would come and I could explain to her that I am contagious and go home but she didn't show up so I left a note with Eirik/"Omar" and I hope she forgives me. I was up until 1 doing her stupid dictation homework. I deserved a nap this morning. Plus it was like public service; I was keeping my germs away from her class.
Back to this weekend: I took Mel to Toxic Beach. We had many laughs but were covered in toxic slime for the rest of the day. It was nasty.
Then we went to BAM and then we went to Jerry's and then we went to le mall and visited our new 3rd, Jesse Fuckingawesome Savage<3333.
She made us hats. Which makes me think of _Havesomehats_! They kick ass. Mel's has a shark and mine has a pen and calculator and says, "NERDFIGHTER!"
Bad ass.
Anywaaaaay. Then I was like hurrypackeverythingandloaditinthecar! Then I drove home and talked to aaron and got the stupid-drama-that-didn't-even-really-concern-him out of the way. Things are better and betterer.
Then I got home and then I went to Morgan's for her partay.
There were so many beautiful people and I can't remember anyone's name.
Wait.
Maybe I can.
Chris? Nathan? Courtney? David (obv.). Otis/Jasyn O. lol.
Anyway, it was a good time and would have been better if I had not been so fucking tired.
Which I was. I was like, asleep on my feet. Or on her couch. Whatever.
Anyway, Tuesday I gave Prof Caes pierogi and I was like, "Ohmygod, this is so weird. I feel like I am hitting on him or something to get an A. Which I am not. I have confidence in myself. I could get an A without making food for the man. I hope he doesn't think I am hitting on him." He was really excited. I don't know. I might have an illicit affair with him. Lord knows I love the initials CJC. Almost like I love the number 48. But not quite.
Today, as I said, I slept. It's good, it's great. The Painted Bird is one weird-ass book. I can't read it in public for fear of the faces I'll make when it gets to gross parts like shoving manure in someone's vagina. Ew.
I need to write Gabe the Babe a letter. My mom saw him in the supermarche (btw, I keep accidentally speaking in French in Arabic class. wtf.) with the kids and little miss Gabe. Emma was adorable with whiskers painted on her face. Such a pretty little princess. I MISS GABE.
Um. Um. Um.
I can't wait to go home and sleep some more. I could go now but I really like Anthro and Prof Leonardo. Plus I really like the free internet.
OH! I saw Chris Connell today. He was walking and singing along to his ipod with a weird look on his face. <3
And then Krysta Aguis kind of went to give me a hug after class and I was like, really awkward and pushed out the door so I couldn't explain, "Don't touch me! I'm contagious!" I hope she doesn't hate me for it.
Is this enough awkward for today? Probably not.
You should hop over to nowhereman13733 and read his post here because it's beautiful. His mind is beautiful. Someone find out if he's seeing anyone. Plus his name is Alvin which is an amazing name.
And finally, I will be home again this weekend getting my second HPV shot and hopefully getting some sleep. Lots of sleep. In the hole. Maybe my cat will sleep on my stomach. I do so miss her and I think she'd be awful mad that I pet the strays outside my apartment but oh well. I miss cats, period.
I should also post a link to my Secret Cousin Webster so you can see how cute she is and tell me how much she looks like Katee Sackhoff.
Okay, really now, let me read my homework or some such nonsense.