Hung-over on a Thursday? What?
Okay, not that hung-over. But headache and rumbly-tummy and booze-taste even though I've brushed my teeth and used mouthwash hung-over. Maybe I need to drink more often and then, a) I won't be such a cheap drunk, and b) maybe I won't be hung-over.
Right after I posted that entry on Monday, I started feeling really sick. At first I thought it was just normal cramps but it wasn't really in the right spot and it was more of a stabbing, jabbing pain than a general cramping. I got something small to eat thinking it was because I hadn't eaten since breakfast, but that just made it worse. I started getting hot flashes and dizzy, and I couldn't even make it across Yonge without feeling like I was going to pass out. I had to run into the World's Biggest Bookstore to throw up ... and if you know anything about me you know I'll do anything to not throw up. This was at like 4:30 and I was supposed to start work at 5, but I just went in, found Carlos and told him how sick I was. I've never called in sick to work before so he was actually scared that something was seriously wrong with me. I just went home, took some Tylenol, and went to bed for the night. It was fucked up. The next day I was still feeling kind of crappy but I was supposed to work 10-7 so I didn't want to call in sick again. By yesterday I was fine. I've never felt that kind of pain before and I'm glad it didn't continue. I can handle all kinds of shit but stabbing pain that's coming from the inside of my body that almost makes me cry, I can't deal.
About the garbage incident that I mentioned, Lee left a full-page letter outlining everything I'm supposed to do with garbage and recycle so she won't end up having to clean it up. Like bungee-cording the garbage bins and rinsing out cans and bottles. Bitch still hasn't come down to turn on the furnace, though. She keeps pushing it back every few days ... like how long am I supposed to keep my apartment spotless just in case she shows up?
Does anyone else think that House has been pretty lame and tame so far this season? I'll keep watching in the hope that it gets more interesting ... but for serious, the autistic boy was boring this week. Also, if Friday Night Lights is in House's spot from now on, what time is House on? Not that I'm complaining. Taylor Kitsch and I have a date every Tuesday from now on.
We got our Descriptive Detail Scene assignment back in Feature Writing today, and I got a B. It's only worth 5% of our mark, so I guess that's okay. I don't think Bruce is the kind of prof who hands out many, if any, A's. But I can hope. When I saw the B, I missed Shelley. She gave me A's out the wazoo. I think I deserved them, though. That's right, I'm cocky. My worst enemy this year in Feature Writing is going to be laziness, apparently. None of the work is done in class so I actually have to schedule my free time, my work time, my class time around not only researching and conducting interviews for these assignments, but editing them to give him the "high polish" (he says those words about forty times each class) he's looking for. The only thing I got "Needs Improvement" on for this assignment was spelling, when I only got one spelling error. And it wasn't even technically a spelling error: I spelled BlackBerry Blackberry because I didn't have my CP book with me. Those books are still in boxes because my bookcase can't be stood up.
I was planning on running around conducting interviews today, but I look and feel like shit because I slept in and am hung-over, like I said earlier, so that's a no-go. The reason I'm hung-over is because Ron and I went to the bar last night to watch the Leaf's game, but we ended up staying way past the game. I only had three Smirnoff Ice and a beer but I hadn't eaten anything pretty much all day, I didn't have time, and I was planning on going grocery shopping until he invited me out ... so yeah. Booze on empty stomach plus no sleep = druh-unk Cassandra. He had some news that I think he just wanted to tell someone and talk about it. I'm sort of afraid of the kind of position that puts me in now. But we'll see if it actually happens. I just found it sort of strange that he wouldn't get one of his buddies to go to the bar with him because we don't really hang out together just the two of us. It was fun, though, and we closed one section of the bar. It's kind of strange when last call is at 10:30. We didn't end up leaving till like 12:30, though, because other parts were still open.
They were filming a commercial/TV show/movie at a house a few doors down, so I sort of spied on that until Ron got there. I didn't recognize anyone, though. I couldn't even tell what was going on, it was mostly a lot of young-ish guys standing around in flannel shirts yelling at each other, and some other guys constantly adjusting the lighting because, obviously, it was dark.
I should get to doing some serious research for my assignment now. I have class again in less than two hours and I still need to get something to eat. My tummy is grumbling.
Right after I posted that entry on Monday, I started feeling really sick. At first I thought it was just normal cramps but it wasn't really in the right spot and it was more of a stabbing, jabbing pain than a general cramping. I got something small to eat thinking it was because I hadn't eaten since breakfast, but that just made it worse. I started getting hot flashes and dizzy, and I couldn't even make it across Yonge without feeling like I was going to pass out. I had to run into the World's Biggest Bookstore to throw up ... and if you know anything about me you know I'll do anything to not throw up. This was at like 4:30 and I was supposed to start work at 5, but I just went in, found Carlos and told him how sick I was. I've never called in sick to work before so he was actually scared that something was seriously wrong with me. I just went home, took some Tylenol, and went to bed for the night. It was fucked up. The next day I was still feeling kind of crappy but I was supposed to work 10-7 so I didn't want to call in sick again. By yesterday I was fine. I've never felt that kind of pain before and I'm glad it didn't continue. I can handle all kinds of shit but stabbing pain that's coming from the inside of my body that almost makes me cry, I can't deal.
About the garbage incident that I mentioned, Lee left a full-page letter outlining everything I'm supposed to do with garbage and recycle so she won't end up having to clean it up. Like bungee-cording the garbage bins and rinsing out cans and bottles. Bitch still hasn't come down to turn on the furnace, though. She keeps pushing it back every few days ... like how long am I supposed to keep my apartment spotless just in case she shows up?
Does anyone else think that House has been pretty lame and tame so far this season? I'll keep watching in the hope that it gets more interesting ... but for serious, the autistic boy was boring this week. Also, if Friday Night Lights is in House's spot from now on, what time is House on? Not that I'm complaining. Taylor Kitsch and I have a date every Tuesday from now on.
We got our Descriptive Detail Scene assignment back in Feature Writing today, and I got a B. It's only worth 5% of our mark, so I guess that's okay. I don't think Bruce is the kind of prof who hands out many, if any, A's. But I can hope. When I saw the B, I missed Shelley. She gave me A's out the wazoo. I think I deserved them, though. That's right, I'm cocky. My worst enemy this year in Feature Writing is going to be laziness, apparently. None of the work is done in class so I actually have to schedule my free time, my work time, my class time around not only researching and conducting interviews for these assignments, but editing them to give him the "high polish" (he says those words about forty times each class) he's looking for. The only thing I got "Needs Improvement" on for this assignment was spelling, when I only got one spelling error. And it wasn't even technically a spelling error: I spelled BlackBerry Blackberry because I didn't have my CP book with me. Those books are still in boxes because my bookcase can't be stood up.
I was planning on running around conducting interviews today, but I look and feel like shit because I slept in and am hung-over, like I said earlier, so that's a no-go. The reason I'm hung-over is because Ron and I went to the bar last night to watch the Leaf's game, but we ended up staying way past the game. I only had three Smirnoff Ice and a beer but I hadn't eaten anything pretty much all day, I didn't have time, and I was planning on going grocery shopping until he invited me out ... so yeah. Booze on empty stomach plus no sleep = druh-unk Cassandra. He had some news that I think he just wanted to tell someone and talk about it. I'm sort of afraid of the kind of position that puts me in now. But we'll see if it actually happens. I just found it sort of strange that he wouldn't get one of his buddies to go to the bar with him because we don't really hang out together just the two of us. It was fun, though, and we closed one section of the bar. It's kind of strange when last call is at 10:30. We didn't end up leaving till like 12:30, though, because other parts were still open.
They were filming a commercial/TV show/movie at a house a few doors down, so I sort of spied on that until Ron got there. I didn't recognize anyone, though. I couldn't even tell what was going on, it was mostly a lot of young-ish guys standing around in flannel shirts yelling at each other, and some other guys constantly adjusting the lighting because, obviously, it was dark.
I should get to doing some serious research for my assignment now. I have class again in less than two hours and I still need to get something to eat. My tummy is grumbling.