February 12, 2010

Here's what's happened in the past few days:

• bubble bath that I thought was wonderful was actually the most terrible bubble bath to date--that suds company needs to be placed on a government surveillance list as I suspect they're partaking in chemical terrorism.  I awoke yesterday to find I had red bumps extending from the soles of my feet to my neck--my face was even red and had tiny spots all over it.  I felt like a freak and couldn't stop scratching and roaring, "I'M A MONSTER!" I got lunch with Jess and her two friends and I had to wear my biggest pair of sunglasses indoors and keep pulling my hair in front of my face.  I felt like Lady Gaga, so it was kind of special, but then really terrible because I'm not accustomed to having to hide my face.  In short, it was a pretty terrible day.
• i woke up this morning to find my condition hardly improved.  SO, I skipped my midday classes and bathed with oatmeal and watched It's Always Sunny and read Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.  Luckily, all that relaxation paid off and the rash on my face cleared up in time for me to attend my On the Road in America class.  AWESOME!  It's really nice to have a class you WANT to go to so badly that you hope sickness doesn't interfere with your attendance. 
  
• speaking of sickness interfering with attendance, I emailed my brit lit professor today to tell her that sadly, my health would require I miss yet another class.  I sent her the assignment that was due today and told her I would bring in a hard copy on Tuesday.  She replied saying that she never knew that I was sick before, and that I couldn't turn in assignments on days of unexcused absences.  See, that got me real mad because not only did I email her last week when my throat was decaying, but SHE FREAKING RESPONDED TO ME BY EMAIL AND I TALKED TO HER ABOUT IT IN PERSON THE NEXT CLASS SESSION AND THE CLASS SESSION AFTER THAT.  Having conversed with her about it on three separate occasions, I'm a little perplexed as to how she claims to have no idea what I'm talking about.  I think I'm going to have to take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and just blame it on the fact that she's marvelously old and most likely has alzheimer's. 
  
• I have tomorrow off and so does Danny and Brian and Katy.  I want to go to the zoo.
• I also have Sunday off which just so happens to be Valentine's day.  I don't have any plans and guess what?  I'm not even upset about it BITCHES!  I think I'm the only single woman in America that's looking forward to it, actually, because I've been craving truffles for about two weeks now and I cannot wait to buy myself a big, velvet, heart-shaped box of candies and eat them all.  Maybe I'll rent a stupid love movie too and make fun of the dumb girl who will inevitably demean herself in every way possible in order to win over the guy of her dreams just to realize that she loved her next door neighbor all along.  Or I'll watch Eternal Sunshine and cry about how beautiful it is.  Alls I know is that it will be nice to have Sunday off.
• I'm bored again with my appearance and either want to get a new haircut/color/style, or go on a huge shopping spree.  Funds first must be located before either of these can happen.
• Before I forget, I just wanted to share some facts about Hunter S. Thompson:

1. Jimmy Carter considered him a friend.
2. Thompson was a male model during the year he lived in Puerto Rico.
3. He never graduated high school.
4. A character in Doonsbury is fashioned after him.
5. He killed himself while on the phone with his wife. 
   
6. His ashes were shot out of a cannon after he died.

Okay.  Done-zo.

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