there seems to be a shortage of blogs

so i'll take up the slack. Ahh where to begin, i am just bursting with content. First of all, i am siiiiicccck. I am sicker than i've been in a while and it sucks. I felt it coming on on monday and thought maybe i could avert it by being slothful but alas, no such luck. It lingered in the shadows until thursday when it proceeded to kick my ass while i was working. by the end of the night i was almost delirious. Last night i got my shift covered. and that helped my recovery, i thought, but today no such luck. I bought some dayquil and went to work. I sware the dayquil made me worse. I helped set up, clear and reset till dinner service was over then i cut the fuck out. If I was almost delirious thurs. eve i was tonight when i left. I came home and went right to sleep. That was 9. I woke up at 12 and got on the phone. I shall go back to sleep soon after i do some stuff i have to take care of. In better news, i haven't smoked in 5 days!!! that is 4 days longer than i have gone in 9 years. I don't smoke that much, but it's still a bit deal. Did i already say this in a blog? i feel like i did.

Sick

i am wiping my nose with phone book pages cause i ran out of tp. i have a stuffed up nose and lung butter, even though i haven't smoked in 4 days. I thought that would make the whole thing easier, but i'm still sicker than i've been in a while. I had to get my shift covered tonight even though i really wanted to work. Fuck i hate being sick. I really haven't smoked in 4 days which is 3 more than i've gone in 9 years. Even though i'm only a 1 cig a day smoker 'cept for the weekends (when i smoke considerably than one a day). Really is making it hard for me to feel any difference. Someone bring me some toilet paper, i'm going back to bed.

Barf

I'm a mog- half man, half dog- i'm my own best friend. No really, actually i've done quite a bit of barfing today. And last night. I feel alright now, but i'm still not back to normal. No, i'm not sick, i'm hungover. God i drink too much. what the hell is wrong with me? Well, at least i'm not going out tonight. I wish i had a nintendo. If i did, it would take away from my homework, so i guess not. I need sex. did i say that out loud? anyway talk at ya later.

Fuck I Guess

i haven't blogged in a while and i thought it was about time. Plus i think talking about things is always freeing. So here goes. I was registered for three classes this quarter, but i thought i was going to get a job, and one of my classes was three days a week instead of two, like the other two, so i dropped it. Then i didn't get the job, so i tried to reregister for the class, but it was full, so i ended up the last person on the waitlist of a class i was originally on the roster of (did i dangle, lena?). I attended the first two days hoping to get into the class, and i really liked it. It was discrete math, and it was quite interesting. However, i attended my first meeting of ED 420 today and found out i have a 30 hour practicum to complete to pass the class. Not to mention i picked up another tutor student. The pay is shit and it's a pain in the ass for not much work, but it's worth it. On that note tonight my pupil and i worked on log's, which is a sore subject for most people, quite frankly out of general phobia rather than actual difficulty; they're really quite simple once you get the concept. Anyway, we were working on the addition and subtraction of logs, which translates to a wierd sort of multiplication/division of the constants involved and then taking the log of that quanitity. Her teacher, whom i don't particularly agree with on a lot of teaching methods, taught her a wierd trick wherein you change subtraction to addition with the creative use of parentheses. Now i had never seen this method and it looked wrong to me. In fact it was correct but more of a contrivance than an actual valid process. It totally muddled the subject for my pupil and we spent too much time trying to sort it out. by the end my girl was totally disheartened about logs again, which she had down well a week ago. Bleh. My new pupil is doing a bit better and just wants to ensure an A plus get help for the SAT's which are coming up. I did quite well on the aforementioned so i feel qualified to assist. The moral of the story is it mightn't be likely that i will get added to the math class, and also i don't want to be too overwhelmed. I have a couple more days to decide. I'm also taking advanced calculus, which is more like an intro to proofs and analysis. I believe someone told me we will be proving that 1 +2=3. Today we had to prove that -M<=a<=M from |a|<=M given. It was f'ing hard. Plus whenever i talk in class i always seem to be wrong. Oh well, i'm not embarassed and it helps others to be less so. That fact is the reason that "if i agree with you you're probably wrong" is going to be my new myspace quote. But enough about school. I must say i'm quite happy for a few of my friends who are quite in love or at least on their way there. One in particular whom i have a special connection to has found himself quite a nice lady for a change. She will be good to him and he is stoked to have her, which they both deserve. I am genuinely happy for him and only the littlest bit sad. My love life is not so good, but i am ever the hopeful romantic. JLe you made me remember what it is like to feel like that, and it hasn't happened very many times i don't mind telling you. I've been very confused for a while about a particular man whom i spend a lot of time with. I spend nights with him, weekends, phone time, etc. We used to go out and we get along insanely well. It almost went past friendship last drunken friday night, but some girl said something snotty right before we left and i spent the whole time stewing about it. If you ask Lynne i am not easily angered and can usually let even the tensest situations roll off my back, however this young lady insinuated that i wasn't good for said boy and it really got to me. I didn't say anything, just bitched to the boy, but i was offended. I used to go out with him. We were really bad as bf/gf. I always felt old and irrelevent. That's not the real problem, like i said we get along well and i could overlooked the past to try again. The problem is i still pine for the one that got away, as iladvised as it is. All i will say about him is i definitely didn't feel old and irrelevant. He's not beating down my door anyway so i'll just stay the lonesome loser for a bit longer. On the plus side my new place is fucking fabulous and i am deleriously happy with it. living downtown is the shit. Oh and i bought a new bike that is AMAZING and a digital camera. Hopefully i'll get another tattoo soon. It's going to be of Jupiter on my left shoulder, following the curve of my arm. Kinda having stomach problems. Oh well. Peace.