Just one more deep breath...

I haven't been this sick since my 16th birthday. I was so sick when I turned 16 that I didn't have a birthday party or blow out any candles and sing "Happy Birthday" with my family.

My little bro Blake decided that since a perfectly good cake was sitting there he'd just go and slice right into it. My step Mom failed to see the problem with this.

Now, that horrible, emotional turmoil combined with how I felt then does not compare to what I feel right now. I'm pretty sure I have the flu, and I've tried to stay away from others and wash my hands every chance I get. I don't wish this on anyone. I'm achy and I have a fever with chills... not to mention the worst dry hacking cough. It feels as though I'm going to shred my throat and all of the other important parts in my neck. It sucks.

It started with no warning on Thursday evening and I'm still feeling it. Sam convinced me to go and get some new medicine since the kind I was taking wasn't effective. It's the Theraflu that is made like hot tea.

I love hot tea.

This stuff looked promising because it is like tea, and has an apple-cinnamon flavor. This stuff works, but I'm glad I can't taste anything because even in my taste deprived state I can tell this medicine tastes horrible.

I'm glad for it though!

I apologize for the whining. My family tends to whine when we are ill.

In other news... I'm done. I want a hot bath (it helps a lot with the chills and fever) before sleepy time.

There is one good thing about being sick. I get all the rest I want. I have to if I want to get better!

It's What I Do

I wrote this long piece about hating what Valentine's Day stands for, and I was completely annoyed with myself (there's a big surprise). Rock on whoever has someone special to spend it with, and all us single peeps should have one big love fest of our own. Seriously, we could plan a huge get together and make all the coupled people cry for want of a better Valentine's Day.

If we believe it, then we can achieve it.

Anyway, I may have a job. Well, I know I do because I haven't committed any crimes or picked up a nasty coke habit (well I have, but not the powdery kind). I'm going to be a housekeeper at a hotel in the downtown area (we'll call it the Inn for all you clueless people). The interview consisted of the housekeeping manager telling me what she expected (I knew because I've been a housekeeper in a hospital, and they like it clean) and the shift hours. No joke. She didn't ask a single thing about me or my previous jobs or experience.

I like to think I am the cream of the crop when it comes to employment, but the managers at Wal-Mart made me sweat more about their interview than Ms. Manager at the Inn. Funny, huh. I'm not complaining. I want a job where I don't have to think. That's all. I want to come in, clean, and leave when I'm done. Plus, I like to clean. I don't do it all to often at my place, but I do like it. When I get on a roll, watch out, I'll likely clean and organize everything and then you won't be able to find your belongings. :) It's what I do.

I also got another call from Pizza Hut, but I told her I decided against it since I found another job that wouldn't run my already used car into the ground.

Another Internal Noise... please stop hurting children

Last Friday, Sam and I saw Hannibal Rising. I honestly didn't want to go, but she dragged me to it anyway. I've never seen any of the "Hannibal" movies: Silence of the Lambs, Red Dragon, or whatever the third one is. I'm not into the whole:

"I'm going to eat you now, [insert witty comment about eating you now]," says Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter.

Yea, definitely not into the cannibalism and wit gag.

Basically I'm not into the cannibalism. I like witty remarks, just not the eating of people.

(I'm going for the world record of how many cannibalistic references I can make in a post.)

In the movie, young Hannibal witnesses his younger, extremely cute sister eaten by some hunger crazed Eastern European looters. Now, I realize that cannibalism was "popular" on the Eastern Front of World War II, but it doesn't sit well with me when:
1) The little sister's name is Micha. A family nick name that I have known since I was that little girl's age,

and 2) I didn't feel too hot when I realized what was going to happen to little Micha. Imagine my horror when I realized she looked almost identical to the sweet baby girl I've babysat for since she was born and is now about Micha's age.

Now, not only is the act terrible, but I see the little cutie pie up there. It made me so queasy I almost left. Ugh.

I'm reading a lot of young adult books in my Adolescent Literature class. One of them is about some young guys in Vietnam. I'm sure everyone is aware of the events during that war/massacre, whatever you want to call it. The guys in this particular squad are on one of the "peace" missions in a local village. One of the guys wants to make a doll for some kids that have strolled into the village with their "mother". As our guy walks over to hand the doll to the kids, the woman picks up one of the kids and puts him into another soldier's arms.

The kid and the soldier explode into tiny pieces. They kill the woman and the other child blows up. Our soldier guy drops the doll and walks away.

I read this not a day after Hannibal Rising. Then another baby dies in another book I'm reading for the same class.

I definitely do not like this string of events. I would like whatever cosmic joker, who is pulling this off, to stop. No more dead babies please. It's depressing and horrible.

Give a girl a break.

Talk Nerdy to Me

I am currently taking a grammar class at school. I'm an English major and I know basic rules of grammar, but I want to know the little, minute details because someday I might be a teacher.

Soon after discussion of Nominal pronouns started, we all were cracking jokes about other ways to speak English properly, but are not in common use. "It is I" sounds like something right out of a King Arthur flick, but it is spoken correctly even though it sounds archaic. Basically the class got down and nerdy. It was a lot like when I tried to explain double negatives to Sam on the way to Chili's. She said she understood the idea for math purposes, but she didn't get how it worked for words. I tried to explain it to her from a logical point of view, but I confused myself in the process: fun to do, but always too easy.

I have to do teacher observations for my Foundations of Education class. I still haven't gotten the teacher. I only have to observe for 10 hours, but I want to get started right away. Hopefully I'll get my teacher on Wednesday so I can complete my hours very soon!

Alright, nothing else to blather on about.

.Gag.

Friday was amazing. Here are some pictures of Mungo playing in the snow. We had a blast!

Mel, Sam, and I had a great time too. We went to Chili's for Sam's dinner and my dessert. The girls tried a margarita each, and I had a glass of milk with my dessert. It would have been a funny picture, but Sam and I forgot to bring our cameras and Mel thought she wouldn't have to because Sam and I had ours. The waitress was nice and had fun with us. Toward the end of our dining experience Mel took her orange slice from her drink and held it over the rest of my milk. Sam wasn't looking Mel's way and Mel couldn't put the orange slice in without someone sharing in the hilarity of her concoction. When I looked away Mel made eye contact with the waitress and the waitress gave her a slight nod. I was seconds away from taking a big gulp when I noticed the orange bobbing in the milk. Everyone laughed at my expense (bastards).

After Chili's we drank beer and played Uno and Phase 10 at my parents' place. It was a bunch of fun. We finally took a few pictures to immortalize the evening and headed off to bed at a absurdly early hour. The one thing I will take from Friday evening: I can not stand beer unless I am already buzzed from alcohol.

I really can't. I guess it numbs my taste buds enough to bypass the gag reflex. Ugh, I really dislike beer, especially Guinness.

New Year, New Heartaches

I rang in the New Year while babysitting. It was my choice and I was more than happy that I did. I was paid very well, and I got to play the Wii after the kids went to bed. It was definitely a fun night. Aaron and I talked to each other as New Years hit, so it was a great situation even though I didn't go with Mel to party down in the country with friends or see Aaron.

Aaron and I broke up. It happened the day before his mom went into surgery. First of all, I wasn't sure how it happened. We got to talking about why he never got mad at me and it snowballed from there. In the end, I wasn't on the same page as he was in the relationship. I couldn't recognize that and still date him in the end. He may think I'm a cold person, and maybe I am, but like I said, he will be better off without me as a girlfriend. He's learned from the relationship, like I have, and that has made him an even better person. He doesn't need me around, with my all of my problems, to see it everyday.

In lighter news, the snow I've been waiting for this year has finally come! I was angry at the weather people for giving my area a weather advisory and then nothing happened. I thought that "The Weather Channel Desktop" didn't really know where I lived because there was absolutely no snow when I woke up yesterday, Thursday, for those of you who can't figure that out.

Today is very different. There's at least 3 inches covering the ground and Mungo wants to go outside every few minutes. I woke up early (5:30 am) to feed him so he could play in the clean snow, but I've created a monster. I have to go let the monster out now.

I hope my plans for going home this weekend aren't ruined. Hopefully the snow will melt enough for Mel and I to make it from our respective schools and still meet Sam back home. They both turned 21 this week, Mel on January 29th and Sam on February 1st, and I told them I would be the designated driver (DRINK RESPONSIBLY).

Alright, now I have to let the beast out.