TheChauffeur

I like to drink beer and listen to Fugazi while I jack off.

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Today I got the news that I was accepted into pre-major status!  This basically means I'm awesome and that once I've completed all of the "core" classes I'll officially be accepted into the major.

Business Administration, here I come!

I have been sick for about a week now.  I started out as a sore throat for two or three days, then progressed into fevers, dizziness, nausea, weakness, exhaustion, and general wanting-to-die-ness.  I haven't been this sick in over three years.  I spent about three days straight in bed sleeping, drinking lots of juice (I wasn't able to get any food down), and reading Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell.  On Friday I tried to go to work and to my one class, but upon almost vomiting in the cafeteria and having to run to the bathroom, I decided to call in.  I spent the rest of my morning watching TV in the lounge and napping.

On Friday afternoon my boyfriend came to take care of me.  He took me to dinner where I actually managed to eat, and then to the store so I could buy more juice, nyquil, dayquil, Halls Vitamin C Defense Lozenges (my favorite), applesauce, and pudding cups.  Then he brought me back to the dorm where we watched The 6th Day which was extremely terrible and long (we both fell asleep), and basically I just slept.  Saturday I was feeling a little better but hadn't slept well because two people don't fit well on the top bunk of a twin size bed.  So, for Saturday Nick got a hotel room where he did his very best to pamper me.  He was constantly running around to get me ice and juice, and salt so I could do salt water rinses.  He helped me into my swimsuit so we could go soak in the hot tub, watched whatever I wanted to watch, and was awesome.  He even turned up the heat when I said I was cold, even though he was burning up.  This morning he woke up and threw on clothes to run and see if there was still continental breakfast, and came back with a plate full of pieces of different kinds of muffins and an orange because he didn't know what I wanted - I had breakfast in bed.

It's times like this where Nick takes care of me, and massages me, and tickles me that I remember that I have the best boyfriend in the world and that I don't want to be with anyone else.

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