Disturbia-d

It's a lot of work to even find somewhere to send my short stories. And of all those I do find, it'll be a miracle if they publish one out of a hundred of my submissions. No joke. Terrible odds all around. What was I thinking, wanting to become a writer? I should switch my major to accounting, quick, while I still have a chance to make a real living.

Hah. That was me being melodramatic. Can any of you actually picture me choosing math and money over my stories? It's laughable. =P

But that doesn't mean I can't be disturbed by how every submission is a long shot. And I most certainly am. >_<

And okay, yes, I confess: I was definitely listening to The Cab's cover of Rhianna's "Disturbia" as I write this. Thus the title.

New Prescription!

I got to toss out the nasty pills I was supposed to be taking!! :)

That was a good thing. I'm sure there are other good things (I just finished another fun book, "Lonely Werewolf Girl," which was undeniably entertaining and witty) but there are also still a bunch of bad things. I'm still sick. I'm still in pain. I haven't eaten a proper meal in about four days. If not for a stop at Vons while filling my latest prescription yesterday, I wouldn't have been eating anything the past two. My throat is kind of swollen from the drip at the back of my throat (cold-related, not infection-related), and it makes it hard to swallow the multitude of pills I've been downing several times a day. And I have a final I absolutely, mathematically NEED to get an A on tomorrow afternoon.

I haven't thrown up since yesterday, though. That's another good thing. And Jessica gave me a care package--jelly beans and girl scout cookies, which I unfortunately can't eat, and Supernatural season 1.

That, I will happily eat right up. After I finish studying. :)

Optimism or Bust

I'm sick. Again.

Okay, that's nothing new. I've been dealing with this cold for going on three weeks now, and it's done nothing but get worse. Turns out, though, that I also have a stomach infection. The doc at student health thought it might be apendicitis, and the docs at the ER thought she might be right. So, after having blood drawn twice, an ultrasound, a CT scan, and a fever that had the endurance of the Energizer Bunny, turns out it's not apendicitis.

But hey, at least I can spell apendicitis now.

It's not so bad, I guess. The antibiotics will take care of the infection, Tylonal takes care of most of the pain, and Sudafed takes care of most of my cold symptoms. The only real downside at this point is that the antibiotics make me nauseous, and even that has an upside--I'll probably lose weight before this is over. Not such a terrible outcome, considering it's nearly summer. And I'm getting lots of fun reading done, even though I'm three days away from finals.

Okay, yes, it sucks ass. I'm trying to be optimistic.

Seven Days

...until I get to go home! (Six days until my final, though. Yikes.)

I'm sick again, but that's not really anything new. =P One more fencing class, on Thursday. Makes me a little sad. I'm definitely going to have to join the fencing club next year. :) I fenced today in our class tournament, even though when I showed up and realized I didn't have any more cough drops I thought I might die on the spot. And then I realized that feeling of I'd-kind-of-like-to-die-now-please wasn't just from the lack of cough drops--I took meds this morning that aren't supposed to be taken on an empty stomach. Oops.

I did all right, though. I only lost two rounds. ^_^

Mingling

I'm quite terrible at it. Not only is it hard, but exhausting as well. If I could find the privacy, I would probably start making a pathetic keening noise and curl up into a ball on the floor until either my moment of privacy ended or I felt better.

Chances are that my moment of privacy would end before I felt better. Downside of living in the dorm.

A Bit Too Insane

It is eleven forty-eight PM right now. I'm kind of sad--excepting a twenty minute dash through my room, gathering up materials I'd need for my third class today, I haven't been back to my room since nine-thirty this morning. That's waaayy too long. Is it possible to be homesick when you're only about a hundred yards away?

I'm almost ready to go back, though. I'm in the computer lab, finishing up an essay, because I'd have to trek out here to print it when I finished, anyway. And now I have a good motivator to finish it quickly and get to bed. Bed sounds good.

Another good motivator? The guy in here with me--well, his feet stink. There are no windows. It's stuffy and stinky in here.

Gotta finish, gotta finish, gotta finish...

Beloved Backpack

I just got a good whiff of the inside of my backpack. It smells like a mix of old, sweaty, soccer stuff and chocolate chip cookies.

I hope the cookie I carried in it yesterday doesn't smell like nasty soccer gear. I was really looking forward to eating it.