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I feel pretty icky today. Yesterday I called into work because I felt so sick to my stomach, and today that hasn't gone away and I'm exhausted too... though that may be the result of a lack of sleep.

Ugh. I know part of the problem is that my body needs more fluid, but man... I lost my one nalgene, which was my beloved one, covered in spongebob and earth day stickers. Then I get another one, not a REAL nalgene, but what I figure will be a decent one, and the strap breaks. Gr. My roommate rolled her eyes and said she'll buy me a real one... but I bet she's just sayin' that. People are always promising you things and not getting them for you... like soup when you're sick and chocolate when you are sad and nintendo games when you are bored.

My birthday is in a month. I really don't care much. Mom keeps on saying we won't have to celebrate because I'm just gonna go "boozing it up with friends." I'm not sure what she wants me to say to that since it wasn't part of my plan in the first place, so I go "chinese food?" Dude, my birthday is never spectacular anyway. And this year Luke will be there and here's what he'll say:

WAAAAAAAAAHYI'MSOUNHAPPYWAAAAAAAAAHMYLIFEISHORRIBLEWAAAAAAAAH.

I'm getting a headache just thinking about it. Luke is the perfect birth control. In the words of my sister-in-law's sister "Nu uh, I don't want one!" I wonder if my chinese baby will be that fussy.

Ugh, still feel horrible.

The French honors convocation was today. Everyone keeps asking me why I'm not getting inducted and I can't decide if it's mean or honest (or both) to be like "I don't believe in purchasing a resume. Also, honor societies that charge an exhorbitant amount to join for no apparent reason disgust me as well as discriminate against great but poor students." I said that to my good friend Liza and she was like "Well, Angie, I know you live by your ideals."

A huge project is due next Tuesday. I'm not going to be able to do anything until then except work on it.

The good news is that I had advising with a french professor today to help pick my classes for next year and she got mad with me at the education department. So, now she's making it her mission to force them to amend their rules. Mostly she's mad that I'm going to be taking several 200-level classes to prove proficiency in French, when... dude, I went to France and am now taking my FOURTH 300-level literature course. Je peux le discuter avec vous s'il y a de doute de mes abilites en francais! Jerks.

Anyway, there's an update, and a long one at that. I can't wait for school to be over... then I get to start taking Virginia Western classes and working full-time. Woo hoo.

i'm an extraordinary machine -fiona apple

There has been a lot of drama at school lately... and internally, I've been going through a lot too.

Last week I had a moron doctor poke and prod me until he hurt me a great deal and made me cry, then suggest that I had a tumor in my vagina before dismissing me. I had a nice lady do an ultrasound and it turns out that there is nothing wrong with me except that I am being told once again that I am not built to bear kids, and the idiot doctor, to cover his idiocy, tried to suggest that I am deformed internally due to hormones my mother may have taken in the 70's.

Next, a friend is giving me the silent treatment and when I beg her to tell me what I did to make her mad she says in the stoniest voice I have ever heard "I'm not mad at you." She never does this because she's mad at anyone else... just me, so I know it's something I did, but how in the world can I make it up to her if I don't know what I did!?!

Friends fought today to the point that I had to restrain one of them as she tried to lunge at the other who was walking out. It's okay that they fought... I think they needed to, but I hate that things are going to be weird in our group for a while.

My brother suddenly wants to be a policeman... what a change from a few years ago when he wanted to overthrow our capitalist government and their system of oppression. I doubt being a cop would do anything positive for his attitude, though.

My schoolwork doesn't get any easier, and honestly, I'm flooded. My professors mostly love me, but that makes it even harder when I can't get everything done. I'm having to read part of Madame Bovary straight up in English because I struggled for hours in French and had no idea what was going on. After tomorrow, I'll try again with the French version....

This weekend there are obligations galore: volunteering at a public library, mural painting at an elementary school, helping Mom in moving furniture, going to a drag king show (shush Nette, we're a liberal arts college that is liberal), a play on Sunday, and then I have to go to Randy's place to see where all the baby stuff is kept before I can start babysitting on Thursday. I also should help with an art show because a lot of my friends are in it... But I only have so much energy and simply thinking about it all is making me exhausted.

School sucks. Nette, you should come visit my school this summer. For all you say you love Tech, and I know you do, I still think you would think my school is pretty. The library is amazing. I could check out movies and we could have a movie night in my extremely warm room on campus :-) Yay!

Okay so there's my venting and update. Love love luff.