nirix5: (jorja will there be cookies?)
I went to the neurologist this morning. Got pegged with migraines due to the headache-is-occasionally on one side issue. The doctor wrote me a prescription for beta blockers and I'm going back in six weeks. Had to wear a stupid gown for no apparent reason.

Pretty sure it's not migraines since the one-side thing has only been happening for the past month or so. Plus no real light or sound sensitivity.

Whatever. All I have to do is get over the fact that I'm going to deal with headaches forever. Well, maybe not forever; hopefully the world will end in 2012, so I'll only have to deal with this stupid shit for, what, three more years?

I'm just sick of them cause nothing helps and it makes life miserable.

Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I hate my head.

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nirix5: (jorja will there be cookies?)
I went to the neurologist this morning. Got pegged with migraines due to the headache-is-occasionally on one side issue. The doctor wrote me a prescription for beta blockers and I'm going back in six weeks. Had to wear a stupid gown for no apparent reason.

Pretty sure it's not migraines since the one-side thing has only been happening for the past month or so. Plus no real light or sound sensitivity.

Whatever. All I have to do is get over the fact that I'm going to deal with headaches forever. Well, maybe not forever; hopefully the world will end in 2012, so I'll only have to deal with this stupid shit for, what, three more years?

I'm just sick of them cause nothing helps and it makes life miserable.

Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I hate my head.

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Head stuff

Mar. 3rd, 2009 01:44 pm
nirix5: (jorja will there be cookies?)
Long story short: the headaches never went away. They just got weirder. But! Lo and behold! I discover that I have insurance. I knew I had it before, it's required if you live in the dorms, but I thought it just covered the school's ass if I fell on the steps and broke my leg, that sort of thing. I moved off campus this semester, and I figured that when I canceled my housing they'd cancel my insurance. Wrong-o. So I go to get it canceled and they guy is like, "Are you sure you want to do that?" Well dur, I was about to say. Then I stopped. "What am I actually covered for?" I asked him.

Liek everything omg.

I kept the insurance and made an appointment to see the doctor yesterday. He didn't give me a prescription for nose spray and tell me I had a cold! He sent me for a CT scan and set me up an appointment with a neurologist. I'm hoping I can finally figure out what's going on; if I can't stop the headaches, I want to at least know what it is I'm dealing with.

(I CAN SEE MY BRAIN FROM HERE. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS.)

More on this later, obviously. Haven't got the report on the scan back and it's not the 17th yet. However, here lies a problem. The 17th is St. Patrick's Day. My appt. is at 9:30 am. I am totally going to have to rearrange my drinking schedule.

Or maybe just show up drunk?

"BITCH IS HAVIN' A STROKE!!!"
"No, bitch had one too many Irish coffees."



J went with me and kept me sane. Which was awesome because I'm still a big baby when it comes to doctors. Hate them. Heart him. Probably the only doctor I'll ever trust.

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Head stuff

Mar. 3rd, 2009 01:44 pm
nirix5: (jorja will there be cookies?)
Long story short: the headaches never went away. They just got weirder. But! Lo and behold! I discover that I have insurance. I knew I had it before, it's required if you live in the dorms, but I thought it just covered the school's ass if I fell on the steps and broke my leg, that sort of thing. I moved off campus this semester, and I figured that when I canceled my housing they'd cancel my insurance. Wrong-o. So I go to get it canceled and they guy is like, "Are you sure you want to do that?" Well dur, I was about to say. Then I stopped. "What am I actually covered for?" I asked him.

Liek everything omg.

I kept the insurance and made an appointment to see the doctor yesterday. He didn't give me a prescription for nose spray and tell me I had a cold! He sent me for a CT scan and set me up an appointment with a neurologist. I'm hoping I can finally figure out what's going on; if I can't stop the headaches, I want to at least know what it is I'm dealing with.

(I CAN SEE MY BRAIN FROM HERE. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS.)

More on this later, obviously. Haven't got the report on the scan back and it's not the 17th yet. However, here lies a problem. The 17th is St. Patrick's Day. My appt. is at 9:30 am. I am totally going to have to rearrange my drinking schedule.

Or maybe just show up drunk?

"BITCH IS HAVIN' A STROKE!!!"
"No, bitch had one too many Irish coffees."



J went with me and kept me sane. Which was awesome because I'm still a big baby when it comes to doctors. Hate them. Heart him. Probably the only doctor I'll ever trust.

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nirix5: (reno- omgwtfbbq)
My doctor's appointment on Friday for the weirdo headaches was more or less a waste of $75. This is entirely my fault, since I had to go and get a cold on Thursday.

Doc: So tell me what's up.
Me: Um, hello, didn't the nurse already write all that shit down? Do I really have to repeat myself? Headaches, dizzy, repeating pattern, not sinus, yes I've fallen over, light sensitive, la la la.
Doc: *pokes around my face a little bit, does some nerve tests* Well, you don't seem to have any nerve damage. Do you have any stress?
Me: *bursts out laughing*
Christie: *makes cracks about how I abuse them all and how I'm batshit bonkers*
Doc: Hmmmm. *looks up my nose with a thingy*
Me:...Dur?
Doc: Well, your nasal passages are all blocked up. They should be this big... *makes a with his thumb and forefinger* ...but they're this size...*makes another circle, this time the size of a pencil eraser*
Anyway, having blocked nasal passages can lead to headaches! I'm writing you a perscription for nose spray.
Me: ..........
Christie:........
Doc: If that doesn't work, we'll give you a CT scan! Hooray! Here's a $10 nose spray rebate!
Me: *bangs head into the proverbial wall, since DUH! I know blocked airways can cause headaches, but it WASN'T LIKE THAT TWO DAYS AGO, okay.*

Now I have a perscription for nose spray that I can't actually pick up because it's $92. And my cold only got worse so I wound up staying home from work today, too, although not class. Mom got me Claritin, and that seems to help, but now I have to explain to the doctor when he calls me next week to see how the nose spray worked that I haven't actually used said nose spray.

My answer to all of this was to go out and buy a book of Amish home remedies at a farmstand today.

Warts can be cured with garlic! Huzzah!

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nirix5: (reno- omgwtfbbq)
My doctor's appointment on Friday for the weirdo headaches was more or less a waste of $75. This is entirely my fault, since I had to go and get a cold on Thursday.

Doc: So tell me what's up.
Me: Um, hello, didn't the nurse already write all that shit down? Do I really have to repeat myself? Headaches, dizzy, repeating pattern, not sinus, yes I've fallen over, light sensitive, la la la.
Doc: *pokes around my face a little bit, does some nerve tests* Well, you don't seem to have any nerve damage. Do you have any stress?
Me: *bursts out laughing*
Christie: *makes cracks about how I abuse them all and how I'm batshit bonkers*
Doc: Hmmmm. *looks up my nose with a thingy*
Me:...Dur?
Doc: Well, your nasal passages are all blocked up. They should be this big... *makes a with his thumb and forefinger* ...but they're this size...*makes another circle, this time the size of a pencil eraser*
Anyway, having blocked nasal passages can lead to headaches! I'm writing you a perscription for nose spray.
Me: ..........
Christie:........
Doc: If that doesn't work, we'll give you a CT scan! Hooray! Here's a $10 nose spray rebate!
Me: *bangs head into the proverbial wall, since DUH! I know blocked airways can cause headaches, but it WASN'T LIKE THAT TWO DAYS AGO, okay.*

Now I have a perscription for nose spray that I can't actually pick up because it's $92. And my cold only got worse so I wound up staying home from work today, too, although not class. Mom got me Claritin, and that seems to help, but now I have to explain to the doctor when he calls me next week to see how the nose spray worked that I haven't actually used said nose spray.

My answer to all of this was to go out and buy a book of Amish home remedies at a farmstand today.

Warts can be cured with garlic! Huzzah!

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nirix5: (mere?)
Well, it's over. Three wisdom teeth have been yanked out of my skull and two bone cysts have been drilled away, or something. I've been in the most pain I've ever been in in my entire life. I've eaten two cups of pudding and some ice cream. I've had weird pain-med induced dreams. But hey, that's the price you pay for the light at the end of the tunnel.

The dentist's office started out amusing. I got heart monitor clippy-things on my left ankle and right wrist, a finger oxygen-measurer, and a blood pressure cuff on my right arm. The nurse put an IV in my left hand which didn't hurt at all, really. I was watching the blood run down through the tube and was about to let the nurse know that she was going to have to clean up the floor in a few seconds when she attached the end to this tube of white stuff. "I'm going to inject a little bit of this," she said. "It might feel like you've had a few beers."

Then it was like whoa, insta-drunk! I have got to get me some of this shit for parties. All of the drunk and none of the sticky alcohol taste. That was the first and last time yesterday was good for me.

The doctor came in, and everyone shook hands, and I waved at my dad, and the nurse depressed the plunger the rest of the way. It made my whole hand start to ache, and it just got worse and traveled up my arm. The nurse strapped my arm to the chair and the last thing I remember is her telling me that it's okay, it hurts like that sometimes and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

I woke up screaming. The nurse was trying to get me to stop, and for some reason I thought she was Alisha. I kept trying to ask to blow my nose but I couldn't cause I was crying too hard. I think I might have pissed her off a little bit since I guess I kind of made a huge fuss. But daaaaaamn. No one ever told me it would hurt that much when I came to. She gave me a pain pill after three tries (and three consecutive spills of water down the front of my shirt) and somehow got me into a little (hopefully soundproofed) recovery room. I dimly remember that I kept kicking off my shoes and I couldn't get warm. They called my dad in and he wound up calming me down. Then they wrapped my head in a giant ice pack (which has since become my security blanket) and covered me with a blanket. Fifteen minutes later, I was wobbling out to the car. Half an hour after that, I was crying myself to sleep in my bed.

Everyone's been really nice to me. They get me jello and my mom read a couple of chapters from some chick-lit werewolf book to me. I'm doing better, but that's because I'm on ten tons of pain meds. Whee! And I've got my trusty ice pack. So far, it hasn't really made the golfball-sized lump on my jaw go away, but what the hell.

I can't really eat anything. The few times I've tried solid food have resulted in nausea. I also can't really stand or sit for long periods of time without getting shaky and sick. It's taken me all fucking day to write this damn entry.

Meanwhile, back at the farm...

Kelsey comes in before and says that the neighbors are stealing the rocks out of Mom's rock garden. WTF? says I.

I tell Dad when he gets home, and of course, there's the normal blowup, with Neighbor P accusing my dad of scalding his wife, Neighbor D, while she's in the shower or something. Dad gets frustrated and goes to bed since he's rockin' a severe headache/allergy attack. NP decides that he was a dumbass and comes over to apologize to Dad and tell him that he'll move the rocks back. Mom, not wanting to tell NP that Dad was in bed, tells him that he's sitting with me in my room. She elaborates on how horrible it was, and how much pain I'm in, and how rattled Dad is about it (all true. Except that Dad was asleep, and not sitting with me right then.)

Then NP asks how bad it is, and if I'm going to make it through okay. Then Mom quietly tells him that she didn't know, we're waiting for the biopsy results to come back, and that we're all hoping for the best. Poor NP bursts into tears, saying, "She's only twenty three... Oh, god, it's too young..."

Mom comes upstairs and tells me this. I kind of laugh, because it's ridiculous, but it turns out they are sending my cysts out for a biopsy. Makes you kind of nervous, especially since when I went for the consult I only had one and when I went for the surgery, I apparently had two. Hopefully it's just something wisdom-tooth related and that's the last I'll have to deal with it. My parents are worried about it, but I guess that's their job. My job is just to sit around with a monster ice pack and drink lots of juice and be pleastantly looped out on my medicine.

Still have to argue with them about going back to the apartment tomorrow and going to work on Monday. They are vehemently against it. I am vehemently against failing, and watercolor has been piling up like no fucking tomorrow. Next week is the last week of school, which means I have to have everything done by Wednesday. Yikes!

Okay. Enough typing for now. I'm going to go pass out.

This song totally owns my soul. It's awesome to pass out too. I know because I've done it three times so far today. Thank god for Christie and her loans of random iPod mixes.

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nirix5: (tainted love (odile))
Token statement: I'm always thinking of things to write in here, but then never write them.

It's like a disclaimer. My personal disclaimer. I say it all the time and never really act on it, because by the time I sit down at a keyboard I'm too exhausted to do anything but read shit.

News and Recaps:

~ Getting my wisdom teeth out Friday morning. My teeth have been giving me massive amounts of hell all semester, and it's been getting progressively worse, from pain to massive headaches and nausea to infections and dizzy spells and all kinds of crap. Finally I went to the dentist and then the oral surgeon about it. Turns out, the roots on the top teeth are tangled in a nerve. They're also caught in the curve of my molars, so as they're trying to come in, they're being turned to the point that if the did come in the bottoms would be facing straight out to the sides of my head. The bottom left one is half in my mouth, half caught in my jawbone. The bottom right one is actually fine; I had a molar pulled a couple of years ago and they decided to just let that wisdom tooth come in and take its place. I thought it was hurting a lot because it was sliding in, but actually I have a huge cyst in my jaw on that side, or something. While I'm knocked out they're going to do exploratory surgery to find out what it is. I let him get as far in his explanation as "so we're going to drill a hole in your jaw" before telling him that if I was unconscious, I didn't care. Go to fucking town.

~ I'm totally going to bomb watercolor. And I have such a hard time caring. Why the hell did I take the classes I took? Two are worth salvaging, the rest are pointless. I have become a stellar French student. Take that, Madame Guillet! I can totally conjugate avoir now.

~ Quinn, Katie and I are doing a photo shoot with Alisha tomorrow night. It's going to be all Jack The Ripper themed. We're shooting downtown after eight, so I Mike has become the official babysitter for all of our stuff. And speaking of tuxedos...

~ OMFG THEY ARE DOING CARMEN AND LUCIA DE LAMMERMOOR NEXT SEASON. THIS TOTALLY GIVES ME AN ORGASM. I don't care how much I have to shell out, I'm so getting a box for Lucia. OMG OMG OMG.

~ Pat's birthday party was fucking awesome. I love riding crops. I love my friends to fucking death.

~ Still searching for the perfect layout.

~ My family is still stark raving mad.

~ Silent Hill is fucking freaky.

~ My mother just called. Apparently I have an overdue book at the OCC library and my dress has come in at David's Bridal. Could I please pick it up within seven to ten days.

(CALL MISSY DAMMIT)
(DITTO LISA)
(DITTO KATE)
(DITTO... hee)



Life continues at its normal pace, I suppose. Blah and exciting at the same time. Random. Totally, completely random. Yep.
nirix5: (Default)
So yesterday I totally yarked all over a telephone pole downtown.

Apparently one is not supposed to take heavy painkillers on an empty stomach. Not having much experience with painkillers, I didn't realize this; hence the pit-stop upon exiting the bank drive-through with the rent money. I told Christie to pull over and jumped out of her car, and then ran around in circles for about fifteen seconds trying to find a place to barf without Christie seeing, so she wouldn't be grossed out and barf too. Thank god for telephone poles around the corner.

Spent the rest of the day feeling pretty miserable. I was probably more miserable than I would have been because the timing was such that Quinn was abandoned to French all by himself. Still feeling bad about that.

The reason I'm on these meds is because of my wisdom teeth. My dentist perscribed me amoxcicillin and hydro-oxcy-something, which is apparently a big street drug right now, at least according to my dad. Hopefully I can get the damn things pulled soon, but who the fuck knows. At least my jaw isn't in excrutiating pain right now. It was getting so bad that my neck and upper chest was starting to hurt. Bah.

Whee, teeth. Why the hell does dentistry have to be so fucking expensive???

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nirix5: (Default)
So yesterday I totally yarked all over a telephone pole downtown.

Apparently one is not supposed to take heavy painkillers on an empty stomach. Not having much experience with painkillers, I didn't realize this; hence the pit-stop upon exiting the bank drive-through with the rent money. I told Christie to pull over and jumped out of her car, and then ran around in circles for about fifteen seconds trying to find a place to barf without Christie seeing, so she wouldn't be grossed out and barf too. Thank god for telephone poles around the corner.

Spent the rest of the day feeling pretty miserable. I was probably more miserable than I would have been because the timing was such that Quinn was abandoned to French all by himself. Still feeling bad about that.

The reason I'm on these meds is because of my wisdom teeth. My dentist perscribed me amoxcicillin and hydro-oxcy-something, which is apparently a big street drug right now, at least according to my dad. Hopefully I can get the damn things pulled soon, but who the fuck knows. At least my jaw isn't in excrutiating pain right now. It was getting so bad that my neck and upper chest was starting to hurt. Bah.

Whee, teeth. Why the hell does dentistry have to be so fucking expensive???

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Stuff.

Nov. 2nd, 2005 10:28 am
nirix5: (mute pageboy)
Exhausted. Sugar-coma'ed. Cranky, hungry, unmotivated, anxious, mildly frustrated, on edge, and with peeling fingertips. Also, hideously behind in journal updating- because I know all of you want to read about my hyperexciting life.

Tosca was a lot of fun, aside from the constant worrying brought on by various people's deficiencies in timing and ability to follow directions. (Read: Quinn and Kira are never going anywhere in the same car together without a handler. Ever. Not only do they leave the start getting ready/leave the house hella late, they have directions to B'ville written down and wind up in Cazenovia.) Then there was the whole screw-up with the diner bill. Someone, somewhere, owes me money. Like, twenty bucks worth of money.

..............

Last Thursday, I wound up donating blood. Quinn's idea initially, because Mike was doing it, and yay helping people, blah blah woof woof. He talks me into doing it and we get all signed up and then Oops! Can't give blood without ID and mine is under the mattress, honey! So I gave blood all by myself. Mike tried, but they couldn't find a vein.

Almost passed out, apparently. Actually, all I got was nauseous. They made me lie down for a while anyway. Bah, said I, lying down is for sissies. I will just take a quick nap in the cafeteria and then go to ballroom dancing as planned.

Blood loss + ballroom dancing = not good. The whole class was pretty hazy, and I made it to almost the end. I left five minutes before it let out. Quinn was really mad and upset that I went at all, and at one point refused to merengue with me over it. He just stood there in protest as I merengued around him. Silly thing.

.................

The Halloween party was a blast. I think. People seemed to enjoy themselves, at any rate. The house looked nice and there were tons of food, although I didn't buy enough soda, forgot to buy ice, and Mike and Katy didn't show up with the cups until 10:30. Bobbing for apples didn't work out because Dustin forgot to bring the washtub. Ghost in the Graveyard shouldn't be played over a one-block area using people's front yards. It just doesn't work, although it turned out that Woody was hiding in a really easy place.

OMG YAY COSTUMES.

Halloween itself was awesome. Quinn, Katy, myself, and Katy's friend Owen went trick-or-treating in Skaneateles, heretofore known as The Land Where They Give Out King Size Candy Bars OMG.

Quinn as Mr. Hyde is teh sex.

Which should explain why there is quite a lot of photographic evidence of Indiana Jones making out with Mr. Hyde. Yep.

I'm done. Exeunt.
nirix5: (KH fall wind girl)
Uncle Dave died today.

He died peacefully; just went to sleep and never woke up.

Uncle Kevin almost died.

His appendix got infected, the infection turned into gangrene, and the surgeons got it right before it burst.

Quinn, Manda and I dressed up as fairies and had our pictures taken. Jason wore a beach towel around school today- ostensibly to keep warm, but really as a symbol of his office as a Doctor of Divinity.

Both of my classes were cancelled, so I didn't really do too much. Plans were hatched for a New Year's Eve masquerade ball, complete with a reenactment of the "Masquerade" song (with dance and all) from the Phantom of the Opera.

Dustin called Phantom. Quinn called Raoul. Everyone else? Who knows.

It's starting to get cold out, now- the wind direction's changed; it's coming from the north. I closed all the windows before.

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nirix5: (maromi (paranoia agent))
I get home from school, right, and walk upstairs. My mother and my sister are huddled in front of the computer screen in my room, talking urgently.

Of course, my first thought is, "Porn?" So I pop my head in the door and ask them where the porn is. No porn, much to my dismay, just a long text document from what I can see. My sister interrupts the I want to see the porn too/I just told you there is no porn conversation I'm having with my mother with the abrupt question, "What do you think of bright lights?"

Bright lights? I ask. WTF? I'm thinking something along the lines of a song or maybe a book. You know, like "City of Blinding Lights" by U2 or "Lights" by Journey, or something. What she was really trying to ask was was I light sensitive.

[Uh... why?? O_o]

Because Dad is convinced you have meningitis! He was ranting around the house about it this morning! Apparently, there is also some question of whether or not Quinn gave it to you, because it can be transferred by KISSING OMG and he lived in a dirty apartment for a while!!!

[WHAT?!?!]

You have all the symptoms! she said as she held out a printout with stick figures in various poses denoting nausea, light sensitivity, headache, stiff neck, etcetera. Then Mom chimed in.

The only way to know for sure is a spinal tap.

[*slightly more hysterical now* WHAT...?!?!?!?]

If it's viral there's no hope. If it's bacterial, we'll call the dentist and have him put you on antibiotics for two weeks.

[Gah.]

Of course, during all of this, Dad calls. When told that I had a headache, he said something along the lines of, "Well, duh, it's hot and humid out. Put on the air conditioning."

Then Mom came back into the room and saw the three Brides' magazines I'd been using as a booster seat the past couple of nights to do my homework. She totally flipped, and convinced herself in three seconds that I was going to marry Quinn in the near future. Told her to chill and take a look at the dates- 2002, 2003. You know, back when I was obsessed with making my own tiaras and marketing them?

In the space of twenty minutes, things have gone from confusing to hysterical to ridiculous and back to normal again. Yes, I have a headache, yes, I have a stiff neck. But the headache is probably sinus and the stiff neck is probably from my backpack. Yes, I have a rash still, and yes, I'm light sensitive; however, I think I've pinpointed my allergy re: rash and testing light sensitivity by turning on a bare 100 watt lightbulb and looking right at it is never a good thing.

At least they've stopped implying that I'll be dead in two months. Now all I have to do is get Kelsey to stop shouting about how she's going to get drunk and wail at my funeral.

I don't want a spinal tap.

*whimper*
nirix5: (civility (cora/duncan))
Diagnosis: who the fuck knows
Here, take: Zyrtec and Prednosone
If this doesn't clear up: come back and we'll do all kinds of freaky tests
Also: get your bloodwork done
Because: of the blatant bruising. What are those from, anyway?

(Um. I... don't know.)

From injury?

(Yes. Yes, injury.)

Well, based on the fact that you bruise easily, your gums bleed when you brush your teeth, and [insert sensitive medical issue here*] you probably have a low platelet count. Get your bloodwork done so we know why, if it's a bone problem or what.

(Okay.)

Also, you should get a pelvic exam if you haven't recently.

(...Okay.)

And you have a deviated septum. But you don't have to worry too much about it.

(...)

Eat lots of fruits and vegetables. Have a nice day.

*Girl stuff. You've been warned. )

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nirix5: (civility (cora/duncan))
Diagnosis: who the fuck knows
Here, take: Zyrtec and Prednosone
If this doesn't clear up: come back and we'll do all kinds of freaky tests
Also: get your bloodwork done
Because: of the blatant bruising. What are those from, anyway?

(Um. I... don't know.)

From injury?

(Yes. Yes, injury.)

Well, based on the fact that you bruise easily, your gums bleed when you brush your teeth, and [insert sensitive medical issue here*] you probably have a low platelet count. Get your bloodwork done so we know why, if it's a bone problem or what.

(Okay.)

Also, you should get a pelvic exam if you haven't recently.

(...Okay.)

And you have a deviated septum. But you don't have to worry too much about it.

(...)

Eat lots of fruits and vegetables. Have a nice day.

*Girl stuff. You've been warned. )

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nirix5: (Default)
Not much. I don't think I can base an essay on a thesis like, "OMFG HamletHoratio slash is teh hotness if it's Ethan Hawke and that other guy and one time [livejournal.com profile] saccarineayako did Ophelia and she fucking rocked out as a crazy girl."

I swear to god, this play leaves me so cold it is not even funny. I mean, I like it and all, but I have absolutely nothing to say about it. I have no opinions on the story or the characters other than a vague "that sucks, honey," for Ophelia.

I'll probably write some journal entries for Gertrude, or something.

Today was kind of sort of hellish. Studied sociology most of the morning before class so I could get a heads up on the in class essay we had to do instead of getting on AIM and vegging like I wanted to. At one point, Quinn stole my sandwich, and I threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't give it the hell back. ---This should have been my main indication that I would get horrendous cramps in the middle of sociology, with nary a painkiller in sight. I managed to get through Public Speaking and then told my math teacher that I was sick and therefore leaving. Luckily it was only a review class, so he was cool with it.

Joe found me as I was leaving Academic and I dragged him with me to the library before we went back to the Lookout. Thankfully, Jason was there and showed me a magical vending machine with Tylenol in it. That was a very, very good thing; I think if I had just crashed on the couch without the Tylenol then I would have wound up puking all over Quinn or something.

After a while everyone took off. Jason went over to Academic to look for Manda, and I was all by myself until Doug and Mike came along. The point to that whole conversation was that Quinn is hot.

Caught the bus with Jason2 and Paul, but Jason and Manda missed the bus. That was okay because I wound up missing the first B'ville bus because Paul was putting songs onto my iPod with his laptop, bless him a thousand times over and I hope he wins the lottery. As I was crossing the street to catch the bus, who should I see but Manda and Jason! Much rejoicing and a coffee coolatta.

Cooked up plans on the bus with Jason. This could be great, or it could be a disaster. Possibly both.

And now here I am, trying to figure out what the fuck to write about Hamlet. I'm going to be up all night with this.

*dies*

Oh yeah... I have to revise my Komachi paper for class tomorrow, too. And do my CRJ extra credit assignment. And study chem. Maybe I'll just fail that on purpose, though, and take it over again or something?

*keeps right on dying*
nirix5: (Default)
Okay, so we did blood pressure and stuff in Bio lab today.

My resting heart rate is 72 sitting and 76 standing, and my blood pressure is 96 over 61. Dr. Cost says that that's why I'm so cold all the time, and no it's not just me, and I'm not crazy.

Also, I am in the 6% of the population with A- blood. I feel so special and stuff.

Ouch

Aug. 24th, 2004 02:22 pm
nirix5: (Default)
I just got vaccinated...so where the hell is my lollipop?

*feels slighted and disillusioned*

I have three and a half hours until my next class. Gah.

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