The day was a very long blur

So this mysterious illness, possibly illnesses, that has been afflicting me for the past week is still not over yet. Yesterday I thought I felt better, and I was all like, "damn straight I'm taking the bus back to school I feel fine." And today I'm all like, "I feel so icky I want my mommy!"

 My day psuedo-started at 7am when my alarm went off for me to get ready for my 8 am class, but then I was like, "I feel like shit. And it's really cold at this time. Going back to bed." Then at 10 I got my ass out of bed and took Advil right away so all the icky feelings would go away, took a 30 min shower, but the icky feelings never went away. My throat was killing me- I was struggling to get through a bowl of oatmeal it hurt so bad; that's sad. I would have given up on the oatmeal but for some reason the medicine I had decided to take last was the one that said to take with food, go figure. Though at that point I had poured so much water into the oatmeal, I was more drinking it. Anyways, at this point I was still working towards making my 12pm class- took all my meds, gargled salt water, put a cold washcloth over my puffy eyes, but as I was laying there with the washcloth on my face, I was like, "we're going over stuff in class that I've already learned. Not to mention we are talking about the immune system and I'm not very fond of mine right now- it is slacking." So I didn't go. The rest of the day I fell in and out of sleep and confusion. At one point I decided I had to go buy milk and orange juice right away, it couldn't wait- so I did. But I had to be careful because my brain wasn't functioning properly and I had to go out into public a little. I did ok until I got back and dropped the milk on the floor for no reason. Then more sleeping, confusion, and loneliness. The highlight of my day was skyping with my friend Devin, but even he didn't want to talk very long because I wasn't much fun.

Home is where the hives are

I am sick of being home. It's not that I don't love and appreciate my family, though I admit this week definitely  hasn't been as much fun as I expected, it's just that being here makes me sick. Literally. I seemed to have developed an allergy to some unidentified thing and it has been causing me misery all week. Now, I know there are some people in the world whose families drive them crazy and they wish they could say they are allergic to being home for the excuse not to go home, but that's not what's going on here. You probably do not wish me go into detail to describe the hives which are currently covering my body, so I will spare you, let's just say they are itchy and somewhat painful. As I type, I am about to pass out from the Benadryl. I can't wait to go back to school, not because I don't love my family, but because this really sucks.  I really hope we can figure out the cause too because I cannot put up with this for three weeks when the semester ends. Man, who would have thought I'd be allergic to being home?

*Update* The doctor thinks I just have an infection. Which is good, means I'm not allergic to anything here.

3 things in my mind/life right now

1.)  I am home!!!  I've missed my family so much, it's great to finally see them again. I even managed to get a hug from my little brother when I got home and my older brother picked me up by the ankles so I was up in the air-I was afraid he was going to drop me on my head! My fam even got me a welcome home banner, well, my fam and my neighbor Patrick who works at the party store.

2.) I went over to my little cousin's house last night. I missed her a lot too. We went over Spanish flashcards, sang Elmo's 12 Days of Christmas, and she even gave me a new look. Like it? It's pretty stylin. 

3.) I just read an FML that said: "Today, a customer tried to get my number at work. Unfortunately, I work at a waxing salon and had just spent 35 minutes waxing his back. FML" And there was a comment: "Give him your number cause you gave him sexy back!" Hilarious. Made my day. 

Whatever it takes to get the homework done

Earlier I had a lot of homework to do and I found it is easier to deal with when I listen to my playlist of "party songs" which consists of songs I like to dance and sing to. So I was looking up genetics vocab words and sheep breeds, with my iPod blasting in my ears, having a good time dancing and writing. At first I didn't even even realize I had begun to sing because my music was so loud I couldn't hear myself. When I realized I was singing, I stopped-because let's face it, my singing may hurt your ears. But I guess it wasn't soon enough because when I was in the kitchen my roommate, whose bedroom is right next to mine, told me I'm a good singer. Apparently I was singing Katy Perry's California Gurls- I do not even remember singing that song. And as for me being a good singer, either my roommate was making fun of me or she is tone deaf.

WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE!

So I've been listening to Christmas music for almost two weeks now. That's not completely true, let me rephrase: I've been listening to Christmas music constantly (within reason) for almost two weeks, but let's face it, I listen to it year round. And for all you haters out there who are like, "No, it's too early for Christmas, it's not even Thanksgiving yet!" Well, all I have to say to you guys is screw you. BECAUSE CHRISTMAS IS FRICKEN AWESOME. Seriously guys, it's the most wonderful time of the year. Why wouldn't you want to start it early?

 Anyways, at home I usually try to refrain from decorating my room for Christmas until the Friday after Thanksgiving, but oh my god, that is so hard and I do not have that kind of self-control, so I usually let myself put a few small things up every week in November. Here though, I don't have any decorations. That's just not right. Christmas cheer starts right now. So I decided to pick a few things up at Walmart today.

Ahhh, much better. Merry Christmas! And Happy Thanksgiving too, I guess. 

Bloggin'

I think I've mentioned this before, but for those of you who don't know, Blogger lets you see "stats" of your blog. These are things such as how many pageviews you got, at what times, what country people are viewing your blog from, and referring sites. Well I just checked my stats and I got a few pageviews from a guinea pig blog, who linked other guinea pig blogs on their website. That's cool and whatever, but mine isn't really a guinea pig blog. Yes, I talk about guinea pigs a lot because they are AWESOME. But it's still just my personal blog about, well, anything I want. However, if you happen to be reading this after clicking the link form the guinea pig blog, I will gladly talk to you about guinea pigs if you want to comment or e-mail me. Also, here is the link for all of my posts with the label "guinea pig" 

Also, on my stats, Cheesebutt got it's first view from an iPad.

PS: I found it amusing that in my last post, which had nothing to do about guinea pigs, I mentioned guinea pigs twice. I guess I do actually just sit at home and think about guinea pigs all day.

PS PS: I just realized I'm wearing a t-shirt with a guinea pig on it today. It's from the girl's department at Target, an XL, but still I couldn't resist buying it.

What happened to my best friend?

If you are going to stop being friends with someone, you need a good reason. A really good reason. People are too important in our lives to just let people go if we really care about them and they care about us. This is why I don't understand why we aren't friends anymore. We had been best friends since the 4th grade, you were my Person, and still not a day goes by that there's not something I want to tell you about.

You're the one who stopped speaking to me. You moved, fricken moved, without telling me or anyone, just tweeted it, really? Tweeted it? Then when you had to see me because we were at work, you still would barely tell me anything. And you used to be the one person in the world who I could tell everything and anything too. No one else understands me like you do because there are just things about me they wouldn't understand, but you knew everything little, crazy thing about me, and I was always there for you. That's why you were my person and I was yours. 

But you stopped talking to me! Stopped responding to my texts! I don't know the fuck why. Because you are too cool with your new life? Your new boyfriend, and your new apartment, and God knows what else you do while I still sit at home all day thinking about guinea pigs, right? Sorry I'm not cool enough for you. 

Do you remember that day this past spring when I told you I couldn't be friends with you anymore because I was sick of you treating me like shit? I remember that day perfectly because I had been out late that night because we took Elmer to the emergency vet at 11pm and were there until 1. Then I had sucky work and I was texting you all day in between phone calls and typing stuff. Well even after that horrible day, we still worked it out and were friends later. And even after that you still continued to blow me off and be a bad friend to me, but I still tried to be friends with you because I guess I have a thing for people who hurt me emotionally. 

I really didn't give up on our friendship until August when it was clear you obviously did not give a fuck about me. You wouldn't tell me about your life.  And you never once asked how my new life at school was, despite how much I helped you through your first year at college. 

And now? You unfriended me on facebook?? I mean don't even have very many facebook friends, but I still have fb friends who are people I've never spoken more than two words to in real life, but you, who used to be my best friend- nope not facebook friends anymore. 

For the record, I've thought about texting you a million times since August. I miss you. But I was just too hurt. Well, it's clear you don't give a fuck about me. So much for best friends forever, huh?