Yay! Intergers!
God, I hate math....
So, for some reason, the first week of October has always been a bit of a curse for me in varying levels. Things like getting my period, getting caught in a spontaneous tsunami or just falling up some stairs are alright on their own, but when it comes down to the first week of October, everything seems to be utter crap and all happen within that week.
This week:
Forty million things are due this week alone, I'm riding the crimson tide thus making me a big bag of crazy hormones, my car got sick, I lost my student ID, I'm tired all the time, I missed my chance to see "Sunshine" in the theatre, I can't get my prescription sunglasses because I have to get a new eye exam (and spend another million dollars) because my prescription ran out two days ago, I'm all bloated and pissy, my throat currently hurts, food in the cafeteria has been consistently crappy, I got some harassing phone calls at 4 in the morning the other day and I'm unlovable.
Well, that last one isn't true: I'm very lovable, just currently crabby-er than usual.
On a lighter note, it's almost the middle of the semester and I haven't killed anyone yet! :D
I've been coerced into starting a facebook thingy and started some events heralding my birthday and graduation. Look me up some time: under 'Rose Pendleton' and I have the same profile picture. I should really update those.....
Hello, doctor!
Honestly, this guy is too cute.
So, when I signed up my classes for this semester, I thought it would be a nice little cake walk -- because I deserve cake. 12 hours of getting my learn on and it would be fun.
Not so.
It wasn't that good of an idea to get two writing intensive classes in the same day. I'm writing a billion stories, constantly typing, thinking up other stories and tearing up my brain constantly.
Where's my cake walk?!?!
But I do really enjoy my classes though. It's just not easy.
I saw the Halloween remake a little while ago. It was alright. It was terribly gory; of course it was made by Rob Zombie. There were a lot a stabbings, but that was expected. But there was a few points were I got terribly uncomfortable. I could have done without the bludgeoning.
Ouch.
Also, my British journal reading with be on hold for a bit while my art professor looks over it. It was for a grade and such.
For those of you that don't know me real well: I make lists, lots of lists. I make lists of lists. I make lists of lists I will make some day. Some are mental, some physical.
You get the idea.
So, among these lists is a list of "Things I don't like to see." Today, I was able to add to this list.
Things I don't like to see:
A guy running out of a building wearing safety goggles and booking it so fast that you can see the veins popping out of his neck.
When I saw this mystery goggles wearing guy booking across campus, I was tempted to book it out of there myself. No good can come of this.
And speaking of lists, there's a list running around that people make of "Things most people don't know about you." And since it's near orgasmic for me to make lists, here's mine:
Things most people don't know about you:
Fears:
I'm afraid of (in varying forms of terror):
spiders, most bugs, loneliness, needles, hospitals, pregnant women and driving on tall bridges and overpasses.
Those last two aren't so much as a fear, as they just freak me out. The pregnant thing probably stems from the fact that I liken babies to parasites. I can't really figure out the bridge/overpass thing -- I'm not afraid of heights. I can drive over them and feel extremely anxious, but when someone else is driving, I can't look out the window at all. My skin gets all tingly and last time it happened, I cried.
No, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please stop asking.
Note to self: I need to acquire a Pimp Hat.
Wow.... feeling much better. Granted I still can't take the stairs without feeling winded and like my head is going to explode but it is certainly much better than yesterday, when I was actually clinging to the railing for dear life.
That was just plain embarrassing.
So I certainly recommend Tylenol Cold Multi-Symptom Night: after about 20 minutes of taking it, I felt giddy, happy and sleepy. I don't even remember falling asleep. Tylenol Cold Multi-Symptom Day seems to be working alright too. I don't feel completely better, but I'm not going to throw myself out the window anymore.
I'm still pale but certainly much more chipper.
And yes, I do realize that Claritin is really made for allergies and not so much for colds, but I only bought it at the recommendation of the pharmacist. Damn her. I'll have her head for this!
On a lighter note, I'll be setting up a Flickr account once I get a few more pictures done and finish up some of my clay charms (which will be up for sale by the way, hint hint).
P.S. for cute cat pictures like the one featured above, go to icanhascheezburger.com. It's brightened up many a day for me
Although I am a bit of a Socialist, (I think it would be a good idea to take care of the entire community versus just looking out for the rich guy) I was raised to be a proper Capitalist/Consumer whore. I thrive with choices. But there comes a time when I could really do without...
It really shouldn't take me twenty minutes to choose cold medicine.
It takes me no time at all to choose tissues re: Kleenex with lotion, or cream cheese re: Philadelphia. However, the sick stuff aisle has become a veritable black hole for me.
I would appreciate a brand called 'If You Feel Like Crap, Pick Me,' and then I would pick it. Because I do feel like crap.... and other four letter words that come to mind.
And there isn't just one type of meds that covers everything... NO, that would be too easy. One type covers some symptoms and other types cover other symptoms. What do they want me to do? Buy and take all of them? That's just an overdose waiting to happen.
I have every symptom in the world and I want them to go away!
Eventually, I had to throw myself at the shelf and hope I grabbed something good. So, I'll be reporting back on the working abilities of Tylenol Cold Day and Night. This pack has some day pills and some night pills. Hopefully this will work better than what I took yesterday. I still couldn't breathe and woke up with my pillow covered in sick-drool.
This was not fun.
Oh and by the way: don't buy Claritin. (unless it works for you) For me, Claritin is nothing but a 24 hour 'I'm going to piss you off because I'm not going to work, you're not going to breathe, you will develop the most random pains known to man and you can't take anything else because that would overdose you and you might die.'
I hate taking medicine; I only do it if I have to.
I'm putting my kitchy international journal reading on hold until I'm feeling better... and when my watery eyes can focus on letters. (It took me a long time to write this blog correctly)
Ugh, now I'm getting dizzy.
So, has anyone else had their toes photographed before?
No? Well, here's a little story...
My mum and I were eating in the mall food court before going through a round of shopping. While walking out of the food court, we were flagged down by a near-frantic woman clutching a tiny camera.CW (camera woman): I'm sorry to bother you, but can I take a picture of your toes?Me: uhhh....
CW: You see, my daughter is going over to Iraq and she was admiring your toes while we were eating. She is making a booklet of toes to take with her and was wondering if she could add your toes to it.
Me (feeling something between flattery and being horrified): uhh... sure...
So she took a picture of my toes and we went on our way. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to think about that. But when she asked to photograph my toes, the first thing I thought of was the Chappelle Show sketch with the cute hispanic guy saying, "Hell yeah, I suck toes!!"So, here's more kitchy goodness from my London journal:
16 July
I just met George, one of our cleaning guys. Although I suspect that his name is maybe Jorge, because of his Spanish accent and the fact that he said that 'George' was what his friends called him. He was really nice and didn't believe that I was from America; he thought I was from either India or the West Indies. He lived in New York for a few year; I told him that I liked London way better than New York. It must be the people. :)
18 JulyToday my class went to Hampton Court Palace, a palace where Henry VIII lived for a bit. It was beautiful: there was a fragrant rose garden, gorgeous stained glass and interesting tidbits on Henry's wives (a subject I really enjoy). Sadly, a lot of the rooms were off limits to photography, especially the rooms with the stained glass. The girls and I went through the maze on the palace grounds. It took me awhile to realize that after I reached the middle, that the entrance as also the exit! I ended up passing it twice.
20 July
I ate a mulberry from the mulberry tree at Hogarth's house (an artist). Mulberries are pretty good, I wonder if I can grow one when I get my own house. After getting back, I met up with some other people to go to the Harry Potter book opening(rabid fangirl-ness). I didn't originally plan on buying the book - I had already ordered one through Amazon - but there wasn't anything else up for sale as everything else was roped off; so I ended up getting another book anyway. The price was good.
It was a really interesting experience (such as cheering/screaming 'Rubbish! Rubbish!' at a rubbish truck driving by) and I met some really interesting people - Una and Janice from Ireland. I loved their accents! They were in London for theater internships. I learned that there's no postal codes/zip codes in Ireland and they don't pronounce Z as 'zee', they said 'zed'; so it's not 'A through Z', it's 'A through Zed.' There were a bunch of people dressed up, some better than others.Catherine, Maddie and I stumbled back to the dorms around 3.30; we were so tired, but happy with our books. :D
More kitchy goodness later, and kitchy France-ness too.
So, I'm back. And I must say that I throughly enjoyed England. So much that I will sell a kidney to get back.
Well.... someone else's kidney... I don't like pain.
I didn't post while over there because I didn't have easy access to picture I love peppering my blog with. That, and the fact that I was constantly busy and running off to do a billion things.
Have no fear, I'm going to post some excerpts from my journal to give you a real sense of what was going on while I was over there. Do forgive the kitchy-ness. So, on to the excerpts:
6 July
So, Fran Drescher sat behind me on the flight to Atlanta. Not really, but I swear she sounded just like her: the laugh, the voice, everything. Although she didn't look like her.
As we got closer to the Atlanta airport, I looked out the window and spotted a highway. Suddenly, my head was filled with the music from Tetris. Lucky for me, I have a nice lump of video game music on my mp3 player.
8 July
Most of the buildings here are old and gorgeous and the streets are packed with interesting people from all over, like Africa and Korea, as well as the lovely Brits. The scenery totally reminds me of Massachusetts... or should I say Massachusetts reminds me of here since England was first then New England was made. We (Stephanie and I) walked back to the dormitory and crossed over Waterloo Bridge, with its gorgeous view of the London Eye, Big Ben and Westminster Palace. I wonder if Londoners get disenchanted with the view?
The weather? Let's just say that England is fabulous during the summer.
9 July
The girls and I rode the Tube to Oxford Circus and I bought a breast cancer donation pin in TopShop. Now I support boobie awareness in the US and in England. Then we went into a pharmacy where we met a cashier who poses for the Rock impersonator shots. He was really excited that we were from the US. He exclaimed "I love my American customers!" We love you too, Rock impersonator dude.
11 July
(One of my more busy days)
My London alive tour today was awesome! We walked around Parliment and Big Ben, walked through the barracks of the Royal Cavalry(horse guards), saw Westminster Abbey, walked through St. James's Park, caught a glimpse of Buckingham Palace, saw St. James's Palace and walked to Trafalgar Square. There's a legend that if you climb one of the bronze lions there, then you are destined to return to London. Not only did I climb one, I also have photographic proof! It was really scary and quite a feat to get up there; the things were huge! We had to do that silly cheerleader thing were you make a basket with your hands and one person puts their foot in the basket and jumps up. I skinned my elbow tackling that lion, but I suppose it's a small price to pay.
12 July
I went to the Tate Modern museum with Danea and made a beeline for the Surrealism section. I got to see 'Celebes' by Max Ernst in person! I was insanely giddy and giggly about it. The art history books do none of these paintings any justice. I'm so jealous of the art students who live here, they don't have to depend on books, they can just pop into the museum.
14 July
I'm already dreading leaving here. One thing I'm really going to miss is being able to walk everywhere, by way of the Underground. When I get home, if I want to go anywhere, I'll have to get gas and drive myself there. Danea and I got our EuroStar passes today for the minibreak. It's going to be neat traveling under the English Channel -- it's like another attraction to visit. Also, I got a discount because 25-year-olds are still considered youths -- Lucky me!!
Alright, enough for now. Off to sell more things on eBay. I've got a laptop and a season of Doctor Who to save up for. :D
