Reading Tawna’s blog, she had this amazing friendship quote–I just must post it:

“It is the friends you call at 4 a.m. that matter.”
–Marlene Dietrich

OMG what a loserbag, somebody insulted Maggie and Tawna’s Pokefest! Where’s the angry mob when you need it. *pokes Tawna with the International Space Station* Oh! Oh! Beat that with a rubber stick.

Lol–I’m so bored. No, not bored, sick. I’m getting the two confused–malaise, ennui, they all just seem to blend into each other. :(

Suffered through Religions of the World and Political Science–it wasn’t as bad as Tuesday, mostly because my symptoms are now all in my mouth, as opposed to the more general malaise of earlier in the week. I am now secreting a whole bunch of this sticky phlegm with yellowish globules in it, I have a horrible sore throat and the back of my throat is always filled with phlegm. I can’t eat much of anything because of my chronically bleeding gums, and my mouth has tasted like a mixture of bad breath, blood, and pus for the last two days. Fun. There is no way for me to get to the clinic today. I’m going to die. I’ve pretty much accepted it. It’s going to be my father’s fault. I can’t get him to do anything for me–he says that he’s not going to “babysit” me any more. WHAT THE FUCK???????????????????????? I could be dying and he doesn’t give a flying fuck. And neither does that fucking imbecile girlfriend of his. She took his side through the whole argument about kicking me out. That was so fucked up. She is so blind. I need to get my license or something…that seems the only way I can get to the clinic. I’m so exhausted, all I could eat today was half a cinnamon roll. Fucking Deanna accosted me with a picture of myself. How fucking scary. I saw her talking to that crazy lady that was harranguing Diane Keane–if she can be friends with the crazy lady, she’s crazy too. Simple as that.

Deanna: “How are you?”
Me: “Sick.”
Deanna: “You know what is great for that? Ecinacea.”
Me: “I’m sure that’s been backed up by years of medical research.”

I don’t think she had the IQ to tell that I was being sarcastic, so she just laughed, said goodbye, and went on her way. I can be so mean when I’m in a bad mood. I thought of the meanest things to say to people–god. I shudder to think if people think similar thoughts overhearing my conversations.

Random girl in Student Lounge talking to other girl: “Gosh, you’re doing math?”
Girl2: “Yeah, it’s really hard.”
Girl1: “I haven’t taken math since high school!”
What I wanted to say: Maybe you should have quit while you were ahead, honey.

Daniela said something really amusing before Religions OTW:

Daniela: “I’m really not feeling like going to this class, my apathy level is a 10″
Me: “On a scale of one to five?”
Daniela: “On a scale of one to two.”

OMG, and in political science we had a great conversation

Mr. Owen, explaining the obviousness of a test question: “America doesn’t have a king!”
Me: “I wish he would have said something sooner, I was getting confused.”
Daniela: “I will never marry a prince!”
Me: “We’ll just have to move to England. There are princes there, right?”
Daniela: “Yeah, there’s two, a cute one and an ugly one. I’ll marry the cute one.”
Me: “And I’ll marry the ugly one, they have gay marraige in England.”
Daniela: “How I look forward to the day when we rule all of England together!”

[copious laughter]

After class, went to hibernate in the Drift Office, I so wasn’t up for a meeting. All I could do was sit there reading Cat’s Cradle (Vonnegut) and swallow my phlegm every few minutes. I wandered out when the Kerf had its’ meeting in the office, heading towards the Drift meeting room, thinking that the usually lengthy meeting was still taking place. I saw Molly inside, and people, but she thankfully came out and informed me that it was the ASB (Associated Student Body) meeting, saving me from immense embarrassment. They have like, food (sandwiches) for their meetings. How lame. We don’t have food for our Drift meetings. Damn you kids with your music and your ASB meetings. Lol. Hm, maybe I should check my e-mail. Hm. No messages. Well, I guess I can’t not e-mail people and expect a bunch in my box. I’ve been so sick lately, I just can’t do anything other than blog. Even blogging takes a big chunk out of me. God. I’m dying.

Feel like crap…fifteen minutes until class…Sam just came in, he asked if I was going to be at the meeting at twelve. I said yes without thinking. At twelve I’ll still be in Political Science, and at twelve-thirty when it gets out I’m going to be trying to find some way to the clinic. Sorry Drift, I’m dying. I kind of should go, I really am not feeling jazzed about the book review. I think I’m just going to do all my hours in layout. But I’m not sure yet. This horrible condition that I’m in doesn’t lend itself to a writing frame of mind. Maybe it’s just the virus talking. I don’t know.

Eh, I really want to write e-mails but I’m too sick. I’m going to lay down for a while, I’m getting nauseous.

Came across a great quote site, here are some highlights:

[I would love to say this to Liz]

“What’s on your mind — if you’ll forgive the overstatement?”
–Fred Allen

[I would love to say this to Kevin]

“He has a face like a wedding cake left out in the rain.”
–W.H. Auden

“Knowin’ all about baseball is about as profitable as bein’ a good whittler.”
–Kin Hubbard

“Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.”
–Heinrich Heine

“You can’t think rationally on an empty stomach, and a lot of people can’t do it on a full one either.”
–Lord Reith

“He [William F. Buckley Jr.] does not speak as much as exhale, and he exhales polysyllabically.”
–Edwin Newman

“They say atomic rad-i-ation can hurt your reproductive organs. My answer is, so can a hockey stick. But we don’t stop building them.”
–Johnny Carson

“Traveling with children corresponds roughly to traveling third class in Bulgaria.”
–Robert Benchley