wendy

sometimes it's fun to be materialistic.
and sometimes i need things like this.


look at the beauty of it. marc jacobs makes my heart sing.

i had a lab today in my bioanthropology class and it became clear that i write too many checks when i put my signature at the top of the page instead of my name, printed, like any normal person would do.
we had a lab on mendelian genetics which involved putting m&ms in little dixie cups with disney characters on them. the fact that i was repeating something i probably did in 4th grade didn't disturb me though, no, what disturbed me was the kid behind me who COULDNT IDENTIFY THE FUCKING DISNEY CHARACTERS. jesus people. who doesn't know the difference between donald and fucking daffy duck? do i really need to describe this here?

i'm also starting to do that thing that psychology students and med students do...you know the one where you begin to diagnose yourself with all kinds of disorders? i'm doing that. i won't tell you which one i think i have. it's a secret. you couldn't even guess if you tried, so don't bother.

i'm sick. there is something awful going around and i've been bragging to people that i haven't caught it. god heard me, apparently. god likes to punish those who brag. now i have a sore throat and a stuffy nose and every kind of fucking chicken soup at the grocery store had wheat flour in it. i did manage to get some ludens cough drops though. those are absolutely crucial. i also got sprite and honey for my tea. these are exactly the same things i used to need when i got sick in my childhood. except i called sprite "soda that looks like water" back in those days. i was a cute kid.