Oh my god! How did you make it look so cool? I signed on (haven't been on in ages) and thought, "This can't be our blog..." haha... Wild.

Who needs a post title, anyway?

Check out the ridiculousness.  I gave our blog a makeover.  I used Photoshop and HTML and crap.  Why?  I don't know.  Because I can?  Do you like the visual Pocket Shrew header?  I'm pretty proud. 

P.S. I like how we forget this blog exists and then we remember again like once a year each.  I can't remember whose name is whose anymore.

Everyone who writes this blog has graduated from University!! Who rocks? US ROCKS!!!

that's right. I said it.

Us. Rocks.

:D

I haven't slept in a while.

I had forgotten about this blog, too! YettiFedora, you are working allllll the time shepherding 12 year olds and I haven't heard from you in weeks, so I enjoyed reading your post (even though it's from months ago) because it was like getting to talk to you. Hehe.

And Straight Bacon was sick a long long time ago! I wonder was that when she got strep?

I am really tired but freeeeeeaking out about all kinds of crap. School and money, mostly. So I guess not all kinds of crap. Just those two craps. However, I do believe I should try to go to sleep. And so I shall.

Goodnight, internet land!

Forgoooot this existed!!

GAHRB!

Okay... I'm sorry Straighbacon and Starflower. I forgot that our blog beautiful birthed over christmas break (alliterating) was even a thing! I think i mostly forgot because I had absolutely no reminder of it other than the blog itself... which i forgot about. hehe.

My week has been pretty alright so far. Student Research conferences were happening this past Tuesday, so I had nooo classes! Which was great, although I still had to get up hellzah early (after going to bed at 4 AM) to listen to my fellow Art History majors present about their topics. It was extremely interesting and terrifying, as I'll have to do that same thing in exactly one year... But as far as topics went it was great. The presentations were about the Spanish Baroque, Akenaten, Jeff Koons, and some other girl writing about Knopf and how Schopenhauer influenced him.. but I don't really understand what the point of her speech was or reall who either of those people are... So I would consider it a fail. The others are good though!

Today I woke up, dropped of graded Italian papers to my fav. professor, drank some iced tea as I took an online quiz about Cinema Paridiso. Then I went to Non-Western art and learned about the art of South and Western Africa, followed by a hotdog from the quad and lemonade! Which was great because it was the perfect day for lemonade and hot dogs (sunny and bright)! Ate the hot dog with Valerie as we talked about our one professor who keeps writing both condescending and redundant comments on my papers and who refuses to give me higher than a B+ in that class. I suppose rightfully so. But it's really discouraging to my drive to succeed when I always get the same crappy B with comments like, "As always, proofreading is an issue." scrawled across the top. *sigh* Oh well.

After that I tried to get an allergy prescription filled, but it didn't really work out for me. I hate allergies. They continuously make me feel like a tiny not-declawed cat with scratchy woolen feet keeps walking around on the surface of my eyes then burrowing into my tear ducts. >:( After that, I almost set my house on fire by falling asleep while baking biscuits in my oven.. I woke up from the nap when my roommate came into my room saying. "YETTIFEDORA!!" me, blearily, "mermmsshf.f.. waht?!!" her: "You need to be more careful! You left your stuff in the oven and it's all burnt and gross now." me: "What..? OH SHIT I DID!!! I'm so sorry! Thank you." her, through her mumbly voice that sounds like she's talking with a mouth full of small rodents, "It's okay. Just be careful."

Then I went to work without cleaning it up or even looking into the kitchen to see what it looked like..

I'm a crappy roommate.

Worked for two hours... nothing really happened. :P I made lots of coffee and managed to get only a few espresso grounds on my shirt (and somehow in my bra? Which... I'm still confused as to how that happened). Then went to read a very complicated article about 18th century Art History. From which I learned numerous new words, a few of which were 'fiat' meaning "a formal authorization or proposition; a decree," extol, "to praise enthusiastically," heterodox, "not conforming with accepted or orthodox standards or beliefs," and hegemony, "leadership or dominance." Haha, vocabulary lesson!

That's about it... tried to call Starflower because I've been a bad phone-pal, but oh well. I posted something! That definitely counts for something. :D

Sicks McGee Me

I woke up this morning, and it felt like any other day. That is, if any other day includes a knife lodged in your throat and a solid mass of mucus in your chest. I immediately craved tea, but instead rolled over and decided to go back to sleep for a few more hours.

I woke up again at ten, to the lovely sounds of the weekly check of the tornado sirens. At that point I said to myself, "Get up! Be productive!" and all the other motivational junk that makes one arise when they feel terrible.

I meekly made my way to my laptop, where I functioned normally for about ten minutes. I checked my email, looked over twitter, etc., etc. My computer decided it needed to restart to update itself. Why a computer that I just got last week needed to be updated remains a mystery to me, but I just went with it because my brain was starting to feel fuzzy. I decided to rest while my computer did, and so I meandered back to my room and laid in my bed.

I must've drifted off, because the next moment in time from my memory is being woken up by a text message from my roommate, telling me that I needed to meet the group for lunch. I decided that some fresh air and food would do me well, so I got up and went to lunch.

Looking back, this was the beginning of the end. I ordered too large of a meal, and vegged on chips and salsa beforehand. Thinking about the food now makes me wish I was near a toilet, though, so I won't go on about lunch.

After lunch, I went home to work on one of my projects. On my way back, though, my head got immensely more heavy and I felt terribly like the sun was my mortal enemy, trying to attack me in sheer presence. I got home, laid down, and felt worse and worse.

Enter Friend 1. She innocently asked me how my day was on Google chat, which led to a tirade of how crappy I was feeling, and me asking her for a ride to a medicinal outlet. She agreed, and so I napped while she headed over. She bore my childishness like a champ, and definitely received friend points for the endeavor, because I am not pleasant when I am feeling ill.

We arrived at the store, and I couldn't figure out what I wanted. After consulting the pharmacist at the store, I decided upon Tylenol severe cold and sinus and Mucinex, to break up my chest congestion. I got home around 3:30 and took four pills at once.

I rested. I contemplated. I bemoaned my existence.

Eventually, I came to the conclusion that I had to go to work, because nobody could take over for me. I was feeling slightly better, so I thought that I would be fine. Not willing to risk anything, I smartly loaded a bag with a pillow and throw.

I headed to work. My coworkers could tell I was not up for much. I finished my normally Wednesday night routine at work with an efficiency I did not expect from myself, and then waited. I could take my drugs again at 7:30! The time drug by. 6:00, 6:30, and finally 7:00 was when I could take no more of the pain throbbing through my entire body. I told my coworkers that I was going to sleep in the corner, and to wake me if they needed me.

It was freezing, so I curled up under my blanket and against my pillow for warmth. I waited. Finally, 7:30 came and I walked with great purpose towards the water fountain, toting my manna-like Tylenol. I took a sip, and then, for fear of freezing myself, hastily took the medicine. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. The ice cold water had made its way all over my hoodie and pants, and I was worse than I had started. I feared pneumonia, even though rationally I knew that to be quite improbable.

I made my way back to the comfort of my blanket, curled up, and hoped I would dry before gangrene set in. I woke up again around 8:30, to the sound of Friend 2. A coworker of mine, she had come into work to finish the shift, and saw me curled up looking as if I had "skinned the Cookie monster," even though my throw was green. She asked me what was wrong, and I explained the situation. She got me soup. It was delicious, especially with the crackers and especially since I hadn't eaten since the chips and salsa excursion earlier in the day.

My replacement came in around 9:15p.m., and let me leave early. I wearily made my way to my car, and hoped I wouldn't pass out on the way home. Fortunately, my gas didn't run out, although I'm not sure if my car will start tomorrow (that's how low the tank is). I made it home, and I have decided to post a few conclusions/observations to my day.

1. Friends are awesome.

2. Don't eat Mexican when you feel ill.

3. Allergies are the devil.

4. Either I am way more attractive, or way more hideous when I am incapacitated. I received several up-downs and a guy held the door open for me an excessive amount of time.

5. I am like a child/man when I am sick, except worse, because I'm smart enough to know better than to act like either aforementioned types.

Like Days

I admit, I really enjoy reading my horoscope daily on my iGoogle.

Today, it says that I should probably watch out for being selfish/self-centered, and it is more than 100% correct in its diagnoses. I have somehow, in the past twelve hours, managed to transform from a (quasi) mature adult into a petulant, emotional pre-teen without regard for anyone else on the planet.

I feel as if I need to stamp my feet and scream. I feel like crying. I am never this emotional, but I feel the need to lash out at someone, or jog about five miles, or both.

Sorry, Yetti and Starflower for this bummer of a post. Speaking to Starflower this morning was basically the highlight of my day, in any case. Yetti, do you mind if I shorten your identity to Yetti? You can shorten mine to Straight if you want...

I feel like labeling this post with the e.g. labels given at the bottom of the page for spite.

Oh, another update. I never saw a picture of Jim Morrison, who was of course supposed to be the father or my love child of the Congregation, until yesterday at the gym when a music video of his was on. He's not bad looking... I am extra sad that he is dead and not able to father my music love-child.