Happy 4th of July!

hope everyone had a more thrilling day than me lol

I have decided that if I can’t have great love, I’ll write about it.

You have to admit, it’s always better in your head anyway.

=)

So today my wireless just magically came back. I’m not sure how long it will last, so I’ll try to make up for my absence while I can!

But sadly that is the only happy thing that has happened to me today.

This morning my boy friend of a year and a half and I broke up. Details later maybe. It’s still really painful.

Unfortunately when I’m sad I don’t eat, but crying gave me a nasty headache, so I took some advil. Well apparently its bad to take them on an empty stomach. I wasn’t sure if I was sick with sadness, hungry, or really about to get sick.

Otherwise I have nothing to report.

Now I want lots of hours at work, but they wont schedule me! But now, Evil friendly’s will only schedule me 3 days a week. Most frustrating.

ummmm….yes, otherwise its been a boring summer.

Been sober for two months now though! haha, that will change when I get back to school. I can’t wait for that now. I might actually have some fascinating stories then. As for now, sorry, I’m just hella boring.

but hopefully I’m back!! here’s hoping my wireless doesn’t die again

Ack, okay, I’ve been terrible about updating. I swear its not (entirely) because I’m lazy. The problem is the wireless is down in my house, so I am essentially without internet. I can access it when I’m feeling particularly desperate but the process is irritating and I can only access it in rather uncomfortable places.

Thus, until my dad stops being lazy/busy and fixes it, I probably wont be updating often. Consider it a summer hiatus.

Don’t worry, you’re not missing anything. All I do is work, and there is nothing exciting about working at Friendly’s.

Here’s hoping for a triumphant return…soon! Till then, I loves you all! Hope you’re enjoying summer!

Finals week next week. 3 papers, lots of projects, and a bunch of stress headaches.

I just want to go home. I’ll return when there is something other than stress to talk about.

(11:15:11 PM) John: we’re so alike that our sex could almost be called masturbation

“You know your friends love you if they clean your vomit out of a trashcan for you the next morning.” - Megan

So Sunday morning I woke up 2 hours before I had to get on a plane, looked in the mirror, and both my eyes were practically glued shut with gunk of some kind and when I got them to open, they were blood shot red.

I woke up with a duel case of Pink eye.

This was on top of the cold that I had developed once again which consisted of nasal congestion and hacking up green stuff.

My mom was angry that I couldn’t have developed pink eye the night before, when I could have gone to the doctor. No, I had to do it at 8am Easter morning.  Since it’s really irritating, my mom rummaged through our old prescriptions and found some eye drops that had expired in 03. I was forced to use these to get through the day. (It’s 08 for goodness sake! That’s 5 years expired!)
So I got on the plane, flew to Ohio, and eventually got back to school. It was nice to be back, except for one thing. The fridge.

Now let me just say that I don’t keep a lot of things in the fridge my roommate and I share in our room. Mostly because its located right next to her dirty clothes hamper and I just find that disgusting. But occasionally I like to put a few orange juices in there for a rainy day. Well, apparently my roommate spilled some milk, and none of us realized it.

So when we had to defrost and unplug out fridge before spring break, it was left to grow in an enclosed, moist, and warm environment for a week.

Needless to say, when I opened it Sunday afternoon, it was like a wave of toxic fumes bellowing out of tiny box. It was RANCID. I quickly closed it, aired out the room, and waited for the roommate to get back so she could experience it herself.

When she did, her entire family was present. They then forced us to clean it. It was harder than cleaning up puke from St. Patrick’s day.

I wish I had gotten a picture because it could probably have made an awesome science project.  Alas now, after me doing a lot of hard scrubbing, its clean again.

Today I went to the market and stocked up on yogurt, orange juice, and hummus. Yes, hummus, it’s good. Don’t knock it till you try it.

Monday however, didn’t end as happily. After going to class and actually staying awake, I headed over to the health center. After two hours of medical enjoyment, getting blood drawn and waiting on prescriptions, I walked out with three different meds (eye drops for my eyes, an antibiotic, and pseudoephed) and a diagnosis of a random bacterial infection. They also tested me for mono (negative), anemia (negative), and hypothyroidism, which I wont get the results back for a few days because they had to send it out.

Hypothyroidism is a possibly explanation for why I’m always so damn tired. I doubt I have it, but it’s nice to cover all the bases, especially when insurance pays for it!

Now I have to put eye drops in 4 times a day, take 1 pill three times a day and pseudoephed occasionally. That’s on top of the BC and SSRI’s. Yes, count that up, I’m on 5 different medications right now. AWESOME!

haha At least I can laugh about it. As long as I get healthy, I’m so tired of being sick! And sick of being tired!

Hopefully it will be a smooth last 7 weeks of school!

Leaving home just doesn’t seem to get any easier. All I can think about is the ordeal I have to go through tomorrow morning at the airport. Check in, say goodbye to parent(s), go through security, sit and wait, get on plane, sit and wait, take off, attempt to ignore talkative person beside me, read, land, baggage claim, then sit and wait three hours for the school shuttle to pick me up.

Something about that just makes me want to bawl because honestly, that’s just tear-worthy.

It’s not so much the going back to school thing, because I love being at school. I love my friends and it’s hella fun there. But I HATE leaving my parents and my boyfriend and I REALLY HATE traveling. The airport is the damn worst part. It’s like ample time to reflect on the fact that I won’t see my family and boyfriend for a month and a half while trying not to cry in front of strangers.

One time I was bawling while sitting and waiting to board the plane, and I was obviously making a scene because some old guy came up to me and offered me a tissue. I felt exceptionally pathetic but couldn’t stop crying.

I’m just too damn emotional.

I’m going to miss getting hugs, and my mom bringing me soup when I’m sick (because yes, I am once again sick.) I’m going to miss cuddling and getting a kiss on the cheek. I’m going to miss a lot of things.

And sure, I always get: but it’s only a month and a half! I don’t care about your month and a half, I MISS MY FAMILY!

….even if my dad calls me a butt sex whore in not so many words….

But as for my spring break, nothing exciting. It was a nice, relaxing week at home. Hung out with the family, saw some friends. It was some excellent and fun times.

Really nothing exciting happened, which is how I wanted it to be.

Now all I want to do is give everyone in my family a big hug and make them not let me go back to school….or at least not have to fly back. ICK!