Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

I:

- am in Gainesville!
- am listening to an awesome Danielle Steel novel on CD right now, and enjoying every ridiculous moment of it
- am on my second round of antibiotics to try to get rid of the freaking illness from hell that I've had for the past two and a half weeks
- have a thorn in my foot that is very painful
- did a lot of shopping today
- have done several crafts in the past two days
- is wondering where the damn detect location button is.
- would like if you guys did this meme.

Comment and pick seven of my icons, and I'll explain why I love/am using the icon (who doesn't love talking about their icons, seriously). It'll basically be a huge squeefest of love and 100x100 square pixels.

So, my mom says that based on my symptoms, I probably have the flu. Which I'm willing to believe, because I feel like the ragged end of no where. (And look it too. Ollie came up to me today and said something like, "You look awful!" and I was like, well, that's pretty appropriate.)

And I have all kinds of reading to do and a spanish lab thing due tomorrow and this damn lady assigns every damn thing instead of picking and choosing like my last teacher did and blah. And I have to go to my advisor tomorrow, provided I'm not still an incubus of viral plague. Which I hope I'm not, because I can't handle too much more coughing. My throat's destroyed. I am never getting better omg.

(In happy news, I got a B on my Comparative Politics quiz aaaaaand my linguistics teacher said it was okay for me to make up my quiz! Yay!)

My roommate Marisa went home last weekend, and two of her friends were sick. She came back sick, and it was pretty much inevitable that I would get it.

It hit me this morning. I went through my entire senior year on six hours of sleep; I got spoiled this summer horribly and now apparently I need a lot more. I got up at nine to get BEAT UCF shirts for tomorrow's game with Ollie and Chels, and then went back to my room to do homework. The cold slammed me today during math. On fridays I have my math class, then I stay in my hall for an hour until my poli sci class. Today, I was so light-headed and confused during math that I knew there was no way that I could actually listen to my poli sci lecture, so I went back to my room and just slept. I woke up feeling mostly human and my spanish class was fun. We have a test on Monday, though.

Went to dinner with Ollie and Chelsea, and we watched Zoolander, and then Ollie and I went looking for her friend Kiran. It took a long time to find him, which was more than my clogged brain could handle, so now I'm chilling here. Brittany and Marisa just went out clubbing. I am so nonsociable. (If I was Nita, I would add an "in a rather charming way.")

Literally.

I walked into math, right? Fine and dandy, nothing the matter with me. I spent all day fine- I blocked scenes in drama and got dipped by Javier and it was fun. In lunch we did the secret santa and I napped during all of french (ay, que lovely) and then I go to math.

And I honestly walked into class and got slapped with "I feel awful." My head hurt a little, my throat was sore, and my nose was stuffy. So, that sucks.

Me: so, today, i had a good day, right?
Me: i got dipped like, ten times, and that was so fun.
Me: then i walk into math
Me: and it's like, um, hi, i feel terrible
Me: and i got a stuffy nose, a headache, and a sore throat.
Me: out. of. no where.
Tess: LOL!
Tess: I e-ifected you :-P
Tess: infect
Me: again?
Tess: I got really sick today for some reason :-P
Me: goddammit!
Me: i'm always getting sick off of people ACROSS THE INTERNET

So today I watched all one hundred and seventy minutes of "The House of Mirth," starring that whom is quite high up in the hierarchy of who I love most in the world... Special Agent Dana Scully.

Oh my gaaaaaaaahd it was so bad. Like, the acting was good, but the story really blew. Edith Wharton? Why did you hate Lily so much? The whole movie was like a giant meeting of the We Hate Lily Club, and everyone was really terrible and evil and dude, who knew Laura Linney had it in her to play the devil incarnate?

And then Dana died at the end. It was wretched.

In other news, friends, I am on my fourth box of tissues. Fourth. And those are only ones that I've opened and emptied, not counting those I've just grazed from. Some were lotiony and some were not, but all were used within an inch of their lives. And I'm not talking about like, getting a tissue, using it once, and then tossing it. Oh no. These were extremely used tissues. FOUR BOXES, Y'ALL.

And? My voice is all wonky again. I have come to the conclusion that if I simply shut up for about a day, I might actually regain full function but... I can't do it. Like, I haven't tried it yet, but I sincerely doubt I'll be able to do it, either. So, doom.

... Is it weird that I want to go see that Johnny Cash movie? Walk the Line? I barely know who Johnny Cash is and I wanna see it. Joaquin Phoenix is a pretty, pretty man.

Signed up for the December SAT, hopefully at UM.

Jess wants to fly me up to spend the weekend with her at UVa and get a college tour. *headdesk* I am the charity case of the year. First Greg and Terri, and now Avril and Andrew! (That said? I really wanna go. I like that part of the country.) And I haven't Jess in a million years.