Wootah!

A title totally unreflective of my current mood...

Hello, oh my jizzlety Jesus on a Ritz cracker! It's been so long since we talked. I feel like there's so much to say and so little time. So very little time.

Well, don't you hate when people start a sentence with "Well,...". It makes me feel like they're trying to justify the fact that they're speaking. Or get you all warmed up for the gargantuan schpeel that they are about to let loose. Just say what you are going to say, dammit! And be proud that you can speak. And make eye-contact, for the love of all things holy. And when you shake my hand, don't let your grip go limp in my fingers just because I'm a woman and your ego is so massive and throbbing that you think you might actually crush my hand. And don't let your handshake be soft and gentile because you're a woman and you think it is the right and proper thing to do. Dammit!

I've been sick for the past few days. It all started with the flu shot I so brilliantly decided to get on Friday thinking "Well, I do have exams coming up. I should protect myself against any illness that might lower my grades." So by Saturday my arm and back were very sore. Sunday brought a strange numbness in my legs and much lethargy. On Monday I had a mild fever and some pretty awesome chills, so a day that should have been spent studying was mostly me under a blanket oozing misery and bitchy about the cold. I feel better today (thanks to the Boy-Wonder that is DayQuil), but there is still a dull ache in my head when I move it too quickly. And I can't stand up for very long. Flu shot = never again.

But I'm starting to strongly believe that even if I do get better, I'm still going to fail my first two exams out of my own sheer stupidity. I've been looking over the Spanish final review for the past couple days and just weeping at my own utter lack of knowledge. I don't know where it all went. I'm so lost that I can't even think of questions to ask that might help me. I can't go into the professor for help because I have trouble understanding what he's saying (he only speaks in Spanish) and get all embarassed and sweaty everytime I try to meet with him. It makes me sad because I really thought I liked that class. And I really thought that I could be fluent someday. *tear*

I have decided that every woman needs a pair of flaming red high heels as part of her wardrobe. At all times. (I bought mine a week ago. Fantastic.)

And that's all I have to say... or should say... because I should be studying... at this very moment...