I don’t think I’ve mentioned this in my previous posts, but I’ve been sick for the past week. It started as a headache on Saturday and just snowballed from there. Yesterday, I skipped classes because my nose turned into a faucet. I was so glad that they let me bring in my large suspicious bundle of facial tissues when we went to go see Michael Moore.

Anyway, Roommate let me have some of her NyQuil last night and OH. MY. GOD. I now understand why Tjej misses it so much. ( She moved to Sweeden and I think they don’t have it there. ) It knocked me out instantly and I had the best sleep I’ve ever had since I’ve been away at school.

A while after I woke up and ate breakfast, I took DayQuil thinking that it would make me better for the drive home. It didn’t. It seemed to have the reverse effect. I was drowsy and dizzy. My arms felt ( and still feel ) incredibly heavy and I just couldn’t think straight. I pulled into the nearest rest stop for gas and Sarah drove the rest of the way home*. DayQuil sucks ass.

NyQuil > DayQuil

* They have changed the tolls on the NJ Parkway. You pay 70 cents at the asbury park toll or at the toll after the driscol bridge.. depending on which way you’re going. the next toll is “free”. it’s great to pass straight through the toll and scream “WEEEEEE NO TOLL”… of course, they’re tearing down the extra tolls. I don’t see how this new toll system will help traffic, but, then again, I am ‘heavily’ medicated and I can’t think straight ( or sit straight ) right now.

I am in an Intro to Drawing class. My homework for that class is to draw circles, cones, and cubes… and shade them. I did this NINE YEARS AGO. I am paying about 700 dollars to “relearn” the skills I paid 7 dollars to learn nine years ago.

So why am I taking the class? It’s required to go on to the class that I really want: Drawing 2

Roommate is in Drawing 2. They draw nekkid models. I am not that great at drawing figures and I would like a challenge.

I am watching Mrs. Doubtfire on AMC right now. Spoiler: at the end “Mrs. Doubtfire” gets “her” own children’s TV show.

Imagine being 7 years old and finding out that the sweet old lady who hosts your favorite TV show is really a middle aged man.

It’s happening already. A class that I took (because nothing else was open) seems pretty crappy. The subject matter interests me somewhat. I just don’t want to be in a forest for 2 hours almost every tuesday and thursday in the heat and in the rain. I don’t mind once every week… or if it wasn’t for the whole 2 hours, that’d be okay too.

I could drop the course, but then I’d be behind (AGAIN) and I’d have to make it up in my second semester by taking five classes.

Then again, the class, with all the walking, would be a great way to lose some weight, and if I try really hard I probably can do it… but do I really want to be eaten up by chiggers and ticks to learn about a bunch of trees?

That is what the course is on, by the way.

Trees.

I moved into the apartment today. On the road at 6AM, all moved in by 12, internet + decorating until 2 / 3 ish, then last minute runs to Target.

I am tired.

It’s weird having a roommate. It’s like one little slumber party… except it’s seven months instead of one night.

The beds are new. The mattress is like one giant block of foam. Not very squishy yet, since no one’s slept on it… a positive and a negative at the same time!

The bed frames are really high so that we can store extra belongings underneath our beds. Too bad that I promised myself not to bring too much junk this year. I guess it’s really good for storing art supplies and portfolios, though. ( I MIGHT HAVE A CLEAN ROOM THIS YEAR! ) The beds are also extremely long. If I kept my legs straight and extended my arms upwards, i’d be the length of the bed. Very strange to have a foot and a half of mattress past my head. I’m going to have to bring pillows, stuffed animals, and books to share the bed with me. Alex at technicolor once wrote a great post about sleeping with books, but I cannot find it. Seriously, this girl should put one of those search boxes for her blog because I can remember all these good posts that i want to link, but can never remember their dates! Anyway, I am now searching for the post on google… and Alex, if you are reading this ( doubt it. ), I am the one who is searching for “alex + book + playboy + sleeping + technicolor” and I am sorry.

My desk is exactly where I don’t want it to be: right by the door. The desk and computer are positioned in a way where I can’t see who’s behind me and person-it-the-doorway can see me working on my oh-so-secret blog!

omigod!