Mending...

Ahh, the joys of vicodin. I've been sick for the past 5 days or so and finally decided that it was more than the average crappy cold. So, after a trip to Urgent Care, I came home with antiobiotics for my ear and sinus infection, and vicodin for my throbbing head. I feel 50% better already.

Took my dreaded lab practical today and had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Trying to study 30 muscles, over a hundred bones, and skin tissue isn't the easiest when your head is near explosion and your body is begging for rest. I got an 82% on it, which I am almost ecstatic about. Not my best test grade by far, but considering the class average was 60%.... I'm pretty dang happy. Now I can focus on the three tests I have next week.

Hoping to see my lovely friends this Saturday if all my other "plans" cooperate. I definitely need some relaxing/baby/kidlet time. If all goes accordingly then I should be heading up to TL for the bro's bday dinner on Sunday,cooked by Chef Gail.

Ahh... I hear laundry and online tests calling my name...

Don't talk to me, unless you want to hear what I have to say back.

I can't make everyone like me. But it doesn't change the fact that it sucks when you find out that someone doesn't.
I can't stand leaving anyone on bad terms, yet I do it. I can't stand others leaving me on bad terms, yet they do it as well.
I search for understanding so I can be a better person. I'm not psychic, I don't have all the answers. I can't help you if you don't let me.
This blog sucks. I'm upset though, so that's what you get.

The Plague

Everyone around me has it. Living with someone who has a sore throat means the inevitable is to happen, right? It hasn't. Yet. Instead she passed it on to her beloved. Strangely, my beloved has it as well. Currently he is lying in his bed, hopefully sleeping away his sore throat, cough and headache. I'm struggling to understand how I, the person on immunosuppressants hasn't fallen ill yet. I know I am probably jinxing myself right now even talking about it. Mark (the non-sick roomie) and I inappropriately made a toast to the fact that we were healthy. The odds are definitely not in my favor. Boasting and then toasting? Not a good way to keep the Gods of Good Health on your side. Be on the look out for a "told you so" blog the second I feel the slightest scratch in my throat. I know my future holds illness for me.

Monday I start my fifth week of school. I have taken two tests, survived 4 labs, and made one new study buddy. I am enrolled in my first ever online class and surprisingly am doing "ok". However, I have a vision of my microbiology class kicking my butt. Seriously, you don't know what those microbes are capable of. More on that another time.
My social life is lacking. I need friends. Wait, I need friends in Eau Claire.
I'm considering putting an ad in the paper. Honestly, I really just want someone to go out to eat with. The two people that I am closest to here, Courtney and Mark, are some of the pickiest eaters on earth. No offense.
The grand superbowl is tomorrow. I, like every other red-blooded American, will be watching it.

Disclaimer?
I wrote this blog after drinking a very full glass of Blackberry Merlot. Don't judge me. Or my grammar. ( does anyone see irony in the last sentence?)
Goodnight.