well, it finally happened. i am really, truly, disgustingly mucus-y sick on campus. it sucks. the hall-es have been plying me with fruit and vitamin c and cold medicine and things, so it's not too bad but i sound gross. like, beyond gross, actually. every time i blow my nose it sounds like i'm trying to do a killer whale mating call or something, which means classes this week are just going to be a barrel of laughs. at least not being at home means i can experiment with cough medicines, so the rest of me is okay, if a little tired and kind of incoherent my roommate told me i sound high but we've settled on a nice little cocktail of robutussin, dayquil, and sudafed along with the world's most wonderful cough drops ever (halls, but no one ever bothered to tell me they came in strawberry and not just that horrible medicinal cherry crap) so i think i'll be fine. or, at least, the momster will think i'm fine because she has no idea i'm sick and if she did she would come here and that would be bad.
...i just read that paragraph back. my roommate is right, even when i type i sound high. sorry guys.
the hall-es and i went on an adventure friday night, but it's a story that i want to be, like, grammatically correct so i'll wait until i'm no longer sick to write it up.
for similar reasons, i won't be recapping the oh-so-wonderful liverpool-chelsea game. well, not in words, anyway:
in conclusion, serhio ramo thanks you for your time:
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ehehe so so so happy. btw, blue is so not traites' color. he looks bad in it. i was so happy that this turned out the way i imagined it would
hmm, football is something big in my house, but I have learned some things from you guys :)
btw. song is good.
Oh, and I wanna remind you of the all the good ybk times...i'm now on cutout duty for senior superlatives :)
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