Oink.

The past few weeks have been a mangled mess due to an unexpected breakup, a few scary midterms, and the swine flu.

Re: the former: Well, THAT sucked. A lot. I was desolate for about 14 hours until someone said, "I think you're better off, personally". And then my eyes opened. Wide.
...The person who said that, he's my friend now.

Re: the middle: They scared me but I rocked them. HA!

Re: the latter: On Wednesday morning, I woke up sick. I had a really painful cough. The two guys I'd been hanging out with all week weren't so great either. By the afternoon, I was feeling way, way worse, and I slept on a couch for an hour. That sort of shows how sick I was--I never sleep at school if I can help it. I skipped school on Thursday to sleep and went back on Friday, but visited the health clinic. There, they slapped a mask on me and barred me from campus. Surprise! H1N1. My friends were just as sick as I was that day and we all shared our fever-induced dreams with each other and stuff was good until Sunday, when I started going stir-crazy. I felt FINE. I wanted OUT. And I got out this morning--they let me go back to class. My friends still aren't back...

If there's anything I learned from having swine flu, it's that it's NO different than the regular flu and that people are kind of idiots. When I came back today, all I had to do was say "I had (had, had, HAD, PAST FUCKING TENSE) swine" and people would immediately move to about a ten-foot radius from me. There's a couple people who keep asking me if I'm REALLY okay and who keep telling everyone not to come back until they're 100% better. This pisses me the fuck off. The virus is in the air of the music department. You can't avoid it. Grrr. I just wanna kick 'em in the rear and be like YOUR LIFE WILL NOT END WITH THE FLU.

unless you're like really weak or whatever

Slip

I saw a friend walk by in the halls today. In my mind, I thought, "I'll call him bro! No, wait, I'll call him homie! Wait, no, bro! No no, homie!"

What came out: "Hey, homo!"

...My brain and my mouth should really get to know each other sometime.

And it's not even Friday the 13th

I woke up today with a start and a plan. I had planned out my whole day, and it was going to be GOOD! I was going to wear my favorite outfit and look cute and kick ass and take names and ace a test. Well, the universe obviously heard me thinking this way and went "lol, no."

Here is what made my day such utter shit:
-I had cramps the whole day. Just imagine them in the background of the rest of this stuff.

-Circling the parking lot for HALF AN HOUR looking for a spot. All because one of my friends wanted Burger King. SEE IF I EVER GET YOU CHICKEN FRIES AGAIN.

-When I did get a spot, it was fifteen rows back.

-After classes, I trudged to my car. And did a double-take. Because you know what? My front right wheel cover was missing. It was off. It was NOT off when I left the car. So it'd been stolen. Yep! SOMEONE STOLE MY FUCKING WHEEL COVER.

-The commute home took almost twice as long as normal, due to pouring rain and stopped traffic. On a side street. Because there was a big truck moving from one driveway to another. And all the drivers behind me got mad and I didn't even know what was going on! SHUT UP, OTHER DRIVERS. :|

-I got home and was advised to chill. So I lay on a couch and watched my brother play Saints Row. But the couch is old and gave me a splinter. A huge one. A big ol' chunk of wood in my finger. Naturally, I wanted the thing out, so I went upstairs to the bathroom and pried it from my hand.

-On the way back from the bathroom, I slipped and fell down the stairs.

After all that, I deigned to lay down and not move ever again.

(My terrible day, however, turned AWESOME because I found a recording of the entire Decemberists show that I just attended in NYC.)

Can I pick 'em or what

The scene: Concert Choir rehearsal. Our Heroine (hereafter referred to as Alto)'s nose itches, so she casually scratches it in what she believed was an inconspicuous fashion. A minute or so later, she looks over to the basses section and catches the eye of her beau (hereafter referred to as Bass).

Bass: I saw you.

Alto: Saw me what?

Bass touches his nose.

Alto: Uh, whatever.

Bass mimes shoving his finger up his nose.

Alto sputters furiously.

The Conductor asks for quiet.

"Pick me a winner," mouths Bass.

Alto glares.

Bass pretends to pick his nose again, yet much more violently, then grins.

Alto: You're an asshole.

Bass: You're adorable!

Alto shoots an even nastier glare at Bass.

....
Choir goes on. Alto watches as the entire bass and tenor sections simultaneously jizz in their pants over a soprano's solo. After practice is over:

Bass: Hey, hot stuff.

Alto, still miffed over the nose thing, says "So, you want to powerfuck that soprano, huh?"

Bass: Dude, anything with a penis wants to fuck that soprano. But don't worry, it's SNOT a problem.

Alto:....

Bass gives Alto a huge, huge grin.

Alto: /facepalm.

SCENE.

Whining

Every time I think, "I miss my boyfriend!", I slap myself. Mentally. For some reason, I've got the notion in my head that it's not okay for me to miss him. Because we've only been going out for two weeks.

(Well, one week. And six days. But who's counting?)

Why have I convinced myself that it's wrong to think of him? Probably because I think I'm coming on too strong. And if he KNEW I think like this, well, god, he'd just dump me right away, wouldn't he? For being too clingy!

Yes. Because my boyfriend can read my thoughts.

And also? HE CAN READ MY BLOG.

/mental slap

To-Knit, Sept. 29 Edition

-Finish hat for me
-Guitar Player #1's hat
-Guitar Player #2's scarf/gloves
-Legwarmers for the holiday

Welp, there goes all of my free time. Ever.

Yes please.

From dooce.com, by Heather Armstrong--
"And so today I would tell my friend, look, you need to go out, find some guy who loves the way you look in the morning, can forgive you when you lose your shit, thinks that the smell of your neck is better than a football game, and then take that guy and have a lot of grueling sex, over and over and over again, so much that when you roll over next to him with your voluptuous naked body he's all NOT AGAIN, IT WOULD TAKE AN ACT OF GOD, WOMAN, and then four years later you'll get to watch your kid waddle around the neighborhood going, "Bawk! Bawk!" You will not regret it."

I can't wait for this...which makes me sound stupid. But I hope I can do that someday.

Note to self

Learn to sew again.

To-Do, Sept. 26 edition

-Laundry.
-HOMEWORK.
-Organize my yarn stash.
-Then, pick some yarn and make something with it.
-Go to Charlotte Russe and get a dress...for a dance. I can't believe I'm going to a DANCE.

A gesture

My boyfriend is very outwardly caring, and it makes me so happy. Like, today, for instance--
While sitting at a table full of people he didn't know very well (and I didn't know at all), I mentioned that I just wasn't feeling well. Concerned, he put his fingers underneath my chin and checked to see if my glands were swollen at all.
It seems weird, but I see that as a really caring gesture. He did it in front of people we didn't know, and he did it for real and wasn't just joking around.

He's very sincere, and I love it.

Passing thought

Every time I hear car doors outside, and think that my car is getting stolen, I remember two things:
1) My car is parked in front of my mom's, so no one could steal it, and
2) It's a dented, stereo-less 2000 Maxima with music textbooks in the backseat. No one wants it.

Northwest

I'm going to live here someday.

Overheard

Choir director: /makes some corny choir joke that no one gets

Sassy tenor: Man, I wish I had a "cricket" button.

Two Lists

Things That Are AWESOME About College So Far:

- The Starbucks on the second floor of the academic success building. Staying awake during 8 am algebra has never been easier.

- Constantly hearing beautiful music wafting from the halls of the theater.

- Singing in 4-part choruses. With tenors. And basses. And male voices. It's mind-blowing, I tell you.

- A good-length commute during which one can extensively enjoy all of her Decemberists discography.

- Having classes with the same people and getting to know them better because of that.

Things That Suck About College So Far:

- HAVING an 8 am algebra class. That's full of football players. Let me tell you--football players? Not a smart sort.

- Feeling like an idiot when it comes to my major and absence of music knowledge.

- The Absolute Lack Of Parking At My University.

- Being surrounded by people 100% of the time. With 13,000 students attending the school, it's not like you can just hang out in the theater if you want to escape. Which is what I did in high school.

- Being tempted by hundreds of cute boys who shouldn't be so goddamn cute! DON'T THEY KNOW I HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!