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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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This week has been incredibly busy between classes and my personal interests.  I have so much reading for all of my classes and it's hard to juggle my want to do absolutely nothing with my need to do schoolwork.  For the past week or so I put off doing my statistics and accounting homework, which culminated in me trying to do it all last night and not having time.  Which meant I had to get up at eight this morning, and spending about four hours today frantically making graphs and spreadsheets in excel so I could get everything done on time.  Normally I may have called it a loss and given up, but there isn't much homework in these classes so if I miss one assignment it really impacts my grade.

Since the weather has finally started to improve, I've also returned to exercising.  I went to the rec center on Tuesday for the first time in awhile, and it wasn't bad at all.  My quads are still pretty sore, but I feel good about it.  I took a few days off to give my muscles a break, but I'm going again after Japanese tomorrow.  And hopefully tomorrow I will also be getting a job at the library reshelving books.  I want this job terribly - I love books, so working in a library would be fun, even if it's just organizational stuff.  Plus, if I get the job this quarter they're likely to keep me over the summer and let me return every quarter as I wish.  An on-campus job is what I really need, as it will be understanding of my class schedule, and it's close by.  It doesn't pay much, but if I was working just fifteen hours a week it would provide me with enough money to pay rent on an apartment with Nick and have a little money leftover for necessities.

Something quite strange happened today, and I'm not sure what to make of it.  I was walking to a lab to continue my homework, when I felt my left pinky start to go numb.  I thought maybe it was just because my hands were cold, but when I sat down at the lab and looked at it, my pinky was completely white, whereas all of my other fingers were pink from the cold.  I don't know why the blood wasn't circulating to that finger, but it was pretty freaky.  I spent about ten minutes moving it, rubbing it, and breathing on it trying to get the blood circulating again, and finally it worked.  I was so freaked for a few minutes that I considered calling the consulting nurse service my insurance has to see if I should go to the clinic.  I'm really glad it was sorted out though.

Tomorrow I only have one class, and then it's officially the weekend.  I need to go do some shopping for basics, and hopefully there'll be a party at Kate and Ryan's or something.  My roommate left to go see the Dalai Lama and the Dave Matthews Band (what a combo, right?), and is going home for the weekend after that.  Thus, I'll have the room to myself, which means - I can sleep with the blinds open.  I know that sounds silly, but I miss doing that.  I love waking up to sunlight in the room, but we have to sleep with the blinds closed when my roommate is here because she's extremely sensitive to light and the streetlamps outside keep her awake if the blinds aren't closed.  I suppose it also means I don't have to wear pajamas, but that's not my primary concern, really.

Weekend?  Weekend.

It's been awhile since I've posted, though I guess I never posted that frequently anyhow.  A few weeks ago I had spring break, which could've been better.  I was working while I was home and unfortunately I got called in on one of my days off, and they tried to call me in on another of my days off but I told them I couldn't come in (I was blazed out of my mind).  During break my grandpa went into surgery to remove the cancerous polyps in his intestine, and he didn't make it.  The doctors found more than they were expecting, and then he started bleeding and they couldn't stop it.  After about twelve hours they just removed the cancerous part of his intestine, and sewed him up the best they could so that my grandpa's girlfriend, Linda, could go say goodbye to him.  I had to buy my mom an emergency plane ticket out there to go to his funeral ($840 - fucking airlines), and I spent the majority of break home with my dad and my niece when I wasn't working.

Last week was the first week of spring quarter, and it honestly freaked me out.  I now realize I can manage everything, but it is going to be a very busy quarter.  My two four to six pm classes aren't as terrible as I thought they would be because hey, at least it's still light out when I leave.  I do miss going to stack dinners with everyone though, and it is a bit difficult to stay alert in a class that late in the day.  This past weekend was pretty good - every day involved getting high, and Friday and Saturday ended with Tricky Stix and a movie (Harold and Kumar go to WhiteCastle on Friday, Fight Club on Saturday).  Saturday also involved a lot of beer pong and cigarettes.  Overall, a decent weekend, except that I didn't do any homework really.

Next up: Breakfast.  After that: Japanese class.  Later still: Trip to the rec center and homework.

Last night I had a charley horse at about 4:50 in the fucking morning.  I've only ever had two or three before in my entire life, and they were fucking pie compared to this.  With the other ones I would wake up, wonder why I was suddenly awake, and then the pain would start in.  But if I started rubbing my muscles the pain would start to subside and within a few minutes I'd be able to go back to sleep.  Not this time though.  It started out the same, but the pain was more intense than the others I've had, and when I started rubbing my calf the pain didn't go away.  I rubbed for a few minutes before I thought about trying to stretch.  I'm on the top bunk in my dorm room, so I used the ceiling to help stretch my leg out.  This made the pain pretty much disappear, but when I put my leg down my muscles cramped back up.  I stretched my leg for like ten minutes before I tried to get down so I could go to the bathroom.  I managed to hobble there and back, but I slept poorly for the rest of the night.  I had my leg stretched out, and it still hurt a bit but I would be able to fall asleep.  Then when I was sleeping I've turn over or something, and when bent my knee at all the pain would start to come back and I would wake up and stretch out again.  My leg STILL hurts actually.  I know I need to try heat and stretching, but I'm so sick of stretching.  I just want this pain to go away.  I'm so pissed because not only does it hurt, but it means I can't go work out at the rec center like I had planned.  I don't want to risk getting a cramp while I'm on a machine and falling off or something.

Fuck you, body, fuck you.

Things to do while I'm "home" over Spring break:

• Work


• Get laid (often)
  


• Get my hair cut


• Get rid of 90% of the shit in my room at home


• Buy new pants, bras, and nose rings


• Buy more craft supplies (namely yarn and felt)


• Visit my awesome grandma


• Check out my cousin's first apartment


• Hang out with my niece


• Graffiti


• Do something nice for my mom

Hopefully the ipods I ordered for my parents come while I'm home so I can teach them how to use them.  My dad could probably figure it out on his own, but my mom is fucking hopeless.

I am so sick of taking finals.  I've only had two so far (Japanese yesterday and Calculus at eight this morning), but I am just so done.  I have one more on Friday morning (eight AM, two essays, two hours).  After that I head home for Spring break, which is when I go back to work for a week.

I'm thinking about going on a raw foods diet for a little while and seeing how it treats me.  I'm sick of all the bullshit food in the cafeteria.  It is in no way balanced or healthy as Sodexho claims.  Not that I ever believed that claim in the first place, but it just irks me that they have the nerve to claim their food isn't basically poison.  Sodexho is why people gain the freshman fifteen, not stress.

Anyway.  I think I'm going to start packing and cleaning for my trip home.  I want to come back to a clean, nice room - I don't want to worry about getting all of my shit sorted out when Spring quarter starts.