i guess i'll update because i'm at home sick and want to be doing anything other than studying for my midterm.
i'm thinking of just going to the doctor in the morning and getting an effing sick excuse. i can't study when i feel like this. especially about police. it just makes me cranky.
when i get sick i kind of regress (is that the right word) back to when i was a little girl. i get really needy. i need people to take care of me. maybe it is because when i was younger, whenever i got sick (okay, even through my senior year of high school), my mom would take off work and tend to my every need. she'd come in in the morning with toast and tea and make me chicken soup and go rent me movies. she would draw me baths and make this little station for me at the couch in front of the tv, putting kleenex, medicine, vix, tea, water and sprite there at my disposal. i need someone to take care of me. i put new stuff on my wishlist because i need a big hoodie.
for those of you that don't know, i lived in new york over the summer and had to leave my ridiculously tiny "garden" (basement) apartment behind. it rained in indiana all summer long, and when i got back all of my belongings (and i mean ALL...couch, bed, dresser, books, shoes, clothing) were destroyed. covered in mold. mold had grown everywhere. i managed to salvage a few books, my television, and my entertainment center and now that is what i have. that and all the summer clothes i took to new york, plus my favorite books and jewelry and stuff. everything else was ruined.
when i get sick all i want is a huge hoodie. i want to live in it and put the hood up over my head. i want to watch old movies and eat saltines and take long naps in front of the tv. i whine at people. i leave tissues everywhere. i wear boxers under my sweat pants and i don't care if they are hanging out. this is no condition to study for a midterm exam, is it?
i just watched 13 going on 30 and it almost made me cry. i want to be young again. i want my mom to bring me soup right now, damnit. the last thing i want to be doing is taking notes on miranda rights and listening to my dog screaming in my ear to throw his effing ball. i want my other dog. my boxer (who lives with my parents) knows when i'm sick. she cuddles with me and just puts her head in my lap because she knows i want to be surrounded by blankets and furry things. lodi doesn't even come into my room when i'm crying. i was crying the other day and he just stayed out in the hall and sat on his ass. he's a terrible friend.
at least i have tater tots. and naked women time.
i'm thinking of just going to the doctor in the morning and getting an effing sick excuse. i can't study when i feel like this. especially about police. it just makes me cranky.
when i get sick i kind of regress (is that the right word) back to when i was a little girl. i get really needy. i need people to take care of me. maybe it is because when i was younger, whenever i got sick (okay, even through my senior year of high school), my mom would take off work and tend to my every need. she'd come in in the morning with toast and tea and make me chicken soup and go rent me movies. she would draw me baths and make this little station for me at the couch in front of the tv, putting kleenex, medicine, vix, tea, water and sprite there at my disposal. i need someone to take care of me. i put new stuff on my wishlist because i need a big hoodie.
for those of you that don't know, i lived in new york over the summer and had to leave my ridiculously tiny "garden" (basement) apartment behind. it rained in indiana all summer long, and when i got back all of my belongings (and i mean ALL...couch, bed, dresser, books, shoes, clothing) were destroyed. covered in mold. mold had grown everywhere. i managed to salvage a few books, my television, and my entertainment center and now that is what i have. that and all the summer clothes i took to new york, plus my favorite books and jewelry and stuff. everything else was ruined.
when i get sick all i want is a huge hoodie. i want to live in it and put the hood up over my head. i want to watch old movies and eat saltines and take long naps in front of the tv. i whine at people. i leave tissues everywhere. i wear boxers under my sweat pants and i don't care if they are hanging out. this is no condition to study for a midterm exam, is it?
i just watched 13 going on 30 and it almost made me cry. i want to be young again. i want my mom to bring me soup right now, damnit. the last thing i want to be doing is taking notes on miranda rights and listening to my dog screaming in my ear to throw his effing ball. i want my other dog. my boxer (who lives with my parents) knows when i'm sick. she cuddles with me and just puts her head in my lap because she knows i want to be surrounded by blankets and furry things. lodi doesn't even come into my room when i'm crying. i was crying the other day and he just stayed out in the hall and sat on his ass. he's a terrible friend.
at least i have tater tots. and naked women time.
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