"Tell me now how do I feel..."

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Well, Orgy, I felt like shit. (Blue Monday, just in case you were wondering)

I woke up feeling terrible today. Every muscle in my body sore, hacking until my chest hurt, just all-around pathetic. Those who know me, however, know of my "healing cocktail:"

Echinacea: 250-375 mg
Vitamin C: 1500-2000 mg
Zinc: 60-120 mg
Vitamin E: 400-800 IU
Spirulina: 1000 mg (before meal)
Two Excedrin Tension Headaches for pain
Ibuprofen (Advil): 400-600 mg for fever
Nyquil at bedtime

I also added a little Advil this time to break the fever.

Basically I'm feeling fine now. My philosophy is to ingest so many immune-boosting chemicals that either me or the bug is going to die. So far it's usually been the bug. Usually.

I took this picture of Crystal last night on the way home from the Factory! Kamrin painted her face for her show at DSRA.

Hot Pants and Honeybuns

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Well EcoEvo lab today was certainly different. We went to Robinson Cemetery for human demographic data collection.

I would much rather have taken a nap.

Jordan and I are going "bowling" tonight... ;)

Latest quote...: Me--> “Now I don’t want to see any sex on the futon. I have virgin eyes, you know.”
Jared--> “If your eyes are virgin, they’re the only part of you that is so.”

Melpomene visits me in my sleep

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I've come to the conclusion that our futon is the most fucked up piece of furniture in existence. While I sleep on it quite often, and generally find it rather comfortable, the seat is at such an angle that it proves impossible to keep from getting a headache if sleeping on it in its "couch" position. Of course, I suppose I could actually sleep in my own bed...

I've been more tired than usual today. That's okay, I'm planning a rather early bedtime tonight, so maybe I can catch up.

I have exactly three pieces of chocolate left. Basically, my world is going to come to an end if I don't go shopping soon.

I like this picture of Marissa... she's so cute.

Recession into ambiguity...

"Much is not clear about the way the dogs died. Events on the periphery of the deaths, like points on undulating, outward-moving circles, recede into liquid uncertainty. The origins of the event are obscure, and its effects dwindle onward into indeterminacy. Causality cannot be established, and responsibility becomes a meaningless conceit, of no concern and no question.
Yet at the center remains the event itself, and it is fully clear: the dogs died."

*Sigh* The previous are the opening lines from my BioEthics reading for tonight. It's passages like that that just make me want to scream "What the fuck?" out my window.

I suppose I'll be 1:00 getting into bed again tonight. I used to stay up late regularly, but I just get so tired of it now. Just once I'd like to be in bed and asleep by 10:00. Come to think of it, I was asleep by 8:30 one night a couple weeks ago. Maybe as long as I'm in this godforsaken place I'll just have to deal with no more than one of those every few months.

Other than my bitching over the necessary homework, today was a fairly good day. After art I came home and spent most of the day cleaning the room and organizing my files. I've decided that I need to reformat my computer very soon. It's been almost a year, and it's getting rather erratic in its operation (especially when you've got Photoshop continuously raping system resources.

Esse quam videri

This week has just begun and already I'm ready for it to be over. Lab today was a total mind-fuck... Goodwin's exact words were, "I was going to give a lecture over this [new material], but I decided instead just to throw you guys in there to figure it out for yourselves." Great. That's fan-fucking-tastic.

And then the rest of the day was spent trying to catch up on all the rest of my homework. *Sigh*

Anyway, enough bitching... I told Jared that he would make a good old woman. His response:
"Then I could wear hats. Lots of hats. And big ones!"

I had a very traumatizing dream yesterday... While watching The Hours, I fell asleep and found myself dreaming that I was attempting to talk to my mother on the phone but couldn't hear her because music was coming from somewhere and I couldn't turn it down. I think I even started crying... So yeah, I hate the music that loops over a DVD main menu... especially when I'm asleep. ;)

I guess I'll be going to bed earlier than I had expected. Doesn't, necessarily, mean that I got enough done... simply that I am getting too damn old for this late night shit. Damn you, sleep... why are you such a hassle?

The sky is chocolate, dotted with diamonds...

Well Valentine's Day has come and gone. We went to Little Rock, but decided to just come back home... it was a nice evening in, I must say.

Speaking of Valentine's... the ring that I ordered SUNDAY and requested FedEx next-day air was not sent, as it should have been, Monday morning. Instead, it did not ship until 10:00 pm Tuesday evening for arrival this morning. Oh well... it's here now, so I suppose I can't complain too much. I think I'm going to finish watching Dolores Claiborne (I just love Kathy Bates...) then go pick it up.

I also need to go to Wal-Mart. I'm out of chocolate and I'm getting pissy...

"The boys have done a bit of bird..."

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Diane Arbus has got to be one of my very favorite photographers. I think the real key to art is not, necessarily, to have the right format, the perfect medium, the exact angle... it's all about eliciting emotion. And it doesn't have to be solely positive emotions, either. This is where Arbus gets things exactly right. She always tended toward photographs of those individuals considered unnatural by "normal" society. Her pictures seem to make the viewer feel a bit uncomfortable and splendidly awkward simply for staring at the types of things that we are taught to ignore.

For some reason I've had Robbie Williams, Tripping, in my head all day. "First they ignore you... then laugh at you and hate you. Then they fight you... then you win..."

Good stuff, good stuff... Nothing too eventful today. It started out splendidly, but pretty much went downhill after noon.

"It's gon' be a good day, Tater."

I swung by the burrow on my way from OChem this afternoon to get some Starbucks; sipping my white chocolate mocha, I walked through the snow and actually loved my life. You know, sometimes you just have a really tiring week (or two, or three, or four)... and it takes a little snow to make it better.

I should have left town long ago, but I have to take care of some housing crap. Basically, they decided to totally disregard my signature stating that Jared and I would be the only residents of a triple room and thought they were going to stick a third person in here. Um, yeah, I think not. As soon as their meeting lets out we will certainly be taking care of that.

They actually managed to get the water fixed late yesterday afternoon; rather surprising, if I do say so myself. It's almost as if the administration actually cares about their students... what a heartwarming thought!

I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees: "We suck."

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I came across this picture on Found Magazine's website... This absolutely makes my day.

Well I completed my EcoEvo proposal this morning between 6:00 and 8:00... "Impact of Food Variety and Risk-Assessment in the Primary Foraging Behavior of Sciurus carolinensis." Then our lab consisted of walking around campus for three hours, measuring trees and counting mistletoe. At one point my hands were so cold that there was a full second's delay between my thoughts and their movement... This cannot be healthy.

I hate my life.

The water still isn't on... they did, indeed, rip up a portion of the parking lot. That was this morning and no one has been seen in the hole since then. The shattered ceramic pipe lying next to it seems to indicate bad news.

Time for us girls to go down to the river and fetch some water...

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I have officially found one of the cutest pictures ever.

But other than that, my day has been entirely uneventful. I'm fairly certain that I passed my OChem test... certainly not by a long shot, however.

Since then I've been sitting on my ass, eating skittles, and working on my EcoEvo project proposal (Risk-sensitive foraging in Sciurus carolinensis). Basically it was becoming a good day.

I walked to the bathroom and saw the sign stating that the water had been cut off. "Okay, that's fine... I can handle that."

Then Jared came traipsing in with a ridiculous announcement. Due to a drainage problem, the water to Martin Hall will be cut off... indefinitely. Not only this, but it is a distinct possibility that they may have to "tear up" the Martin/Couch Circle Parking lot. Basically we could be talking about a month of walking down four floors and fifty yards in the cold to take a shower. There are reports of it being fixed much, much sooner, however... we have a hall meeting tonight over just this topic.

And this, you see, is what I pay $30,000 a year for.

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Okay, so I've chosen to join the masses and start my own blog.

The primary purpose of such will be for nights just like tonight... sitting here, in the living-room, staring and weeping a bit over my Organic Chemistry notes- the same notes I've been avoiding for weeks. I quite frankly expect nothing better than a fairly brutal rape on tomorrow's test.

I suppose it would help if I actually took time to study: so in response to such a thought, I've decided that I'm going to make a sincere effort this semester. I'm going to start reading the chapters as they're introduced, I'm going to do the homework, and I'm even going to review a bit every night. Hell, who knows... there may be a studious side to me after all.

But in the meantime I'll probably continue the whole procrastination-and-stay-up-late-the-night-before-and-feel-like-shit-the-next-day thing. As for tonight, I expect about another hour or two of OChem and then another for Ethics and Medicine readings. Maybe I can squeeze some sleep in if I try hard.