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feeling: sore from coughing
listening to: David Coverdale w/Jimmy Page - Take Me For a Little While
I just noticed one of my 4 related searches was 'l33t'. And another was '1337'. LOL... those things amuse me way too much... once there was one about fertility drugs *shrug*
Haven't felt like updating lately... still don't, really, especially since the one person I know who reads this will likely be offline until after Christmas... but whatever. So here's where I've been in the last couple weeks, just in case you care.
Friday, Dec. 5 - last day of classes. Only one class, which was spent watching Spirited Away in Japanese without subtitles. Day started out ok, but as it got later something started to feel different. In what way, I had no idea... just... something was missing, or out of place, or changing, or something. Different. By late night (or early morning for those like me), I'd grown so paranoid that something life-shattering was about to happen, it somehow turned into a big self-pity fest and I spent the next few days depressed again. Made a post about it in my AIM subprofile if you wanna see it... heh. Didn't sleep more than a few hours that night.
Saturday, Dec. 6 - possibly the worst and longest day of my life, for no apparent reason. I didn't even really do anything all day, but I was in THE worst mood I've ever been in. The tiniest little things sent me into screaming/growling fits, and on a few occasions I had to get up and just randomly walk around the room kicking things. No idea where this mood came from, but I blame it for my failure to start my history essay final which was due the following Wednesday. I did do a couple hours of reading and research for the first half of it though. Might've gotten even less sleep that night than the night before.
Sunday, Dec. 7 - foul mood was mostly soothed, but still wasn't a great day. Spent it hiding from the world, mostly, continuing the depression bout kicked off two nights before. Did some more research and a lot of actual work on the first of two 4-page essays in my history final. Both of those questions were impossible... anyway, then came yet another night of insomnia-for-no-apparent-reason.
Monday, Dec. 8 - begin Finals Week. Got up early (11:30 - hey, during finals week, that's early) despite the fact that I was actually asleep when my alarm went off, and went to Cunz Hall to do my Japanese oral interview final. Got there 15 minutes early and, instead of other students from my class, found a bunch of second-year students waiting around outside the designated room. Freaked out, spent the next 20 minutes searching every floor in the building, finally stopping to ask some Korean (?) TA whose cubicle was next to that of Horn-sensei's if she had seen Horn-sensei recently. She hadn't, but someone else overheard and said he might be in the computer lab downstairs. He wasn't, but I found a guy from my class in there, and he said he'd had the same problem as me, and he'd found out that our interviews were actually tomorrow. When they were moved, I don't know. So I went home muttering, had lunch, and screwed around for a while until the parents came to pick me up for Nephy's birthday party. Which was pretty fun, because he is the cutest, smartest little 2-year-old mancub I've ever seen, and he adores me. First word out of his mouth when he saw my family approaching the house was "BECKY!", despite the fact that I was behind both my parents, barely in his sight range. Anyway, then went back to the dorm, finished the first essay of my history final, did some research for the second one, and endured another night of insomnia.
Tuesday, Dec. 9 - got up even earlier than the day before, took a shower, and went back to Cunz for my oral final. Could've gone worse, but could've gone a lot better. Got lunch, spent the rest of the day researching and typing the second history final essay. Took a break for about half an hour or so at one point just to lay on the bed for a while and release a pent-up tantrum about how impossible this paper was and how much this class sucked and how tired I was and various other things that had been eating away at me forever. By the time I got back to work, I had decided to pretty much ignore 1 or 2 of the 9 almost totally unrelated freaking questions that composed this essay question, focusing on answering it the way I wanted to for once, screw the professor. With 2 paragraphs to go, I realized my throat was starting to sting - the first sign of an impending cold/flu thing. By the time I had finished, cleaned up, and printed both essays, the fever had hit, compounding with the past few nights of 2-4 hours of sleep each, making it harder and harder to move. Went to bed hours earlier than I have in many months - before 1:30.
Wednesday, Dec. 10 - got up at 11:30, having slept for no more than 4 hours, again. Felt like crap and had no medicine that would've helped (except maybe Tylenol for the fever, but my brain was too dead to think of that at the time, I guess), but had no choice but to walk through the rain to hand in my history final, marking the end of Finals Week for me. Returned to the dorm, forced down a bowl of soup, did some packing, then felt so absolutely miserable I had to lie down for a couple hours, leaving half the packing undone and both fish tanks yet to be disassembled by the time my parents came to take me home. Got home, left the suitcase mostly packed, set up my computer, took something for the fever and laid down for a while, set up the fish tanks, and spent much of the rest of the night lying around feeling like crap. Yet again, didn't sleep but a few hours, despite the lack of finals stress.
Thursday, Dec. 11 - the height of cold/flu misery, and still had to spend half the day helping Mom babysit. My throat hurt like mad, but we had no cough syrup or throat drops of any kind, so all I could do was keep the fever down and whine about the rest. Stayed home while the parents took Nephy home, spent the rest of the evening in misery, until they came home (late) with Sucrets and Nyquil. I love Nyquil. That was probably the first night in weeks that I'd actually slept for nearly, if not a full 8 hours.
Friday, Dec. 12 - continued cold/flu misery, but fortunately, nothing major on the schedule. Stayed home while Mom and Dad went to a high school basketball game, during which time 2 things happened: 1) the big round 4-wick candle Mom had burning in the kitchen melted weird, resulting in a huge puddle of melted (later solid, of course) wax surrounding said candle, staining the counter and nearly taking with it some nearby papers. 2) Later found Misty, our nearly-14-year-old feline, under the Christmas tree, which gives Mom fits because Misty has used that spot as a toilet in past years. When I went to chase her out, I found her batting around a newly dead mouse. Tried to shoo her away from the tree before she started eating it on Mom's precious carpet, but at that point she chose to clamp her jaws around her kill and give me her best death look, growling and snarling and hissing and refusing to either drop the mouse or move from her spot. I had to shove her out with a broken branch from the tree (yes, we like the live ones), which led to a prolonged chase in which Misty found every possible hiding spot to lodge herself in, reacting like a cornered tiger, refusing to come out into the open unless I shoved her out with a wood plank. Finally got her outside with her mouse... and discovered that at some point during the chase, the Snoopy lounge pants I was wearing - the coolest pants ev4r - had somehow ripped soundly down one leg. Fuming at the loss and suddenly remembering how sick I was, not to mention writhing through the onset of the worst cramps I've had in years, I spent the rest of the evening miserable, until Nyquil time.
Saturday, Dec. 13 - starting to feel slightly better, but that's not saying much. Didn't really do anything but sit around reading and coughing. Talked to Dumplin' on the phone and found out that she'd been offline for the past week or so because their 56k service had crapped out, and would likely not be in swing again until after Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. *sigh*
Sunday, Dec. 14 - gradually feeling better... cold/flu is reduced to a really annoying cough and a whole lot of sneezing and nose-blowing, which led to a nose so raw I can actually feel the flesh cracking and falling apart. Woke up to about 3 inches of snow on the ground, which kicked butt. Went to church, during which, at one point, the pastor's wife started this big huddle of mostly elderly people all around me, most of whom I couldn't ID by name, going on about how much weight I've lost. ><; Spent the whole day after that feeling delightfully wintery - some may have seen my AIM away message about lounging around, listening to the snow fall, warm in a bulky beige turtleneck sweater, smelling like toasted hazelnut lotion, and sipping on hot chocolate while curled up with some good reading. That is what winter's all about, man. Heh, I started to draw that image in Photoshop, but my computer crapped out just when it was starting to look how I wanted it to and I lost it, so I gave up. Anyway... went to choir practice too, the last regular practice before the big rehearsal the day before the program. None of the songs in the cantata this year are ones I really like much... and it was the only part of Christmas I was looking forward to, too... *sigh* Stayed up till 4:30 having a nostalgia night, going through some of my old Xena: Warrior Princess fandom stuff... heh, I loved that show in high school... and it's not even on anymore *sigh*
Monday, Dec. 15 - got up after about 6 hours of sleep to find Nephy here again. The coughing and evil sinuses continue to be on the mend, so I entertained him most of the day, until his daddy came for him... then did some work on the fish tanks, then fumed at my piece of crap computer for a while after having to restart it about a dozen times before it stayed running long enough to type this blog. And... here we are.
Tomorrow I have to get up at, like, 8 in the morning to go get my hair cut. I need it bad though. It put on about 3 inches since I moved back to the dorm. Might go shopping in Columbus with my parents too, since I'll be up early anyway, but don't know yet... we need to do that this week sometime, but other stuff's going on pretty much every day. Church Christmas dinner Wednesday night, possibly accompanied by another day with Nephy... my mom's family's Christmas party on some other day... cantata rehearsal Saturday afternoon followed by the program on Sunday...
Oh, and being home for winter break has also spurred the return of being awakened every single morning by Ginger, who has always had this habit of jumping on my bed and curling up on/against me, usually gradually shoving me over further and further until I'm forced to get out of bed. Darn cat.
Well, this is long enough. If anyone read through this, hope you enjoyed the account of just how jam-packed my life can be. End sarcasm. By the way, this is about how the schedule looks when I'm NOT sick, too. ¬_¬
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 12/15/2003 09:45:00 PM
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