I despise being sick. It tops the list of things I hate, tied with waiting, waiting, waiting. I've been sick for more than a week; since titanI I've been coughing my lungs out every few seconds. Oh yes, and I've been sniffing like some mad dog. Would it be gross if I mentioned that right now, snot is threatening to drip out of my left nostril yet I can't wipe it off because I didn't bring a hanky thinking I was well enough to go out without one?
Gross? Nuh - uh. Too late.
The good thing about being sick now is that my parents don't know about it. Normally, I can't hide things from them, esp. being ill, no matter how hard I try. True, they have the right to know - scratch that, they SHOULD know - but I'm not fond of the way they worry. The last time I complained of colds my father LBC'd a pack of Fern-C. Haha. Sweet, I guess.
Transformer Trailer Out Now. Gotta love The Beef.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
stress used to make me happy
Honestly, it did.
Up until last sem, I didn't think my day was well spent if I didn't collapse into my bed right after coming home. In high school, things were worse; I became severely dependent not on food but on adrenaline. I wanted to do something big and grand and useful all the time, and although I still enjoy doing big and grand and useful things, this sem I've been feeling too - er - harrased to justify the joys of (literally) running around with a bag containing at least three different types of notebooks. I miss it. The joy I used to find in stress. Sigh.
Rachel's right: I'm busy this sem. Being a semi-active member of ICTUS is not an easy task, I tell you. And we're having weekly GA's in Kagayhaan now. Not to mention, all my professors seem serious in pushing their students to the "highest level". Which is good if that's just one prof; that would even be challenging. Six professors thinking along that line at the same time though...
But I'm grateful still. Things could be much much worse.
Poof.
s.
Up until last sem, I didn't think my day was well spent if I didn't collapse into my bed right after coming home. In high school, things were worse; I became severely dependent not on food but on adrenaline. I wanted to do something big and grand and useful all the time, and although I still enjoy doing big and grand and useful things, this sem I've been feeling too - er - harrased to justify the joys of (literally) running around with a bag containing at least three different types of notebooks. I miss it. The joy I used to find in stress. Sigh.
Rachel's right: I'm busy this sem. Being a semi-active member of ICTUS is not an easy task, I tell you. And we're having weekly GA's in Kagayhaan now. Not to mention, all my professors seem serious in pushing their students to the "highest level". Which is good if that's just one prof; that would even be challenging. Six professors thinking along that line at the same time though...
But I'm grateful still. Things could be much much worse.
Poof.
s.
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