JOURNAL: Amizadai (Lee Amizadai )

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  • 2002-04-05 01:36:04 Argh... the midget is back.  
  • When self-delusion goes terribly right. 2002-04-04 15:09:13 It's Friday. I hate Fridays. Fridays are my heaviest school days. I can't stand it when people say "have great weekend!" on Thursdays. I want to drop-kick them into next Monday, when THEY'LL suffer the Monday blues, and I get the day off.

    I'm thinking of skipping class today. Wally's been trying to get me to the doctor, but I don't want to go and have the doctor tell me to have a good rest and drink lots of water. I HAVE BEEN TRYING. Yesterday I drank a whole FOUR glasses because my dorm mate made me. I think they're getting tired of hearing me trying to hack my lungs out.

    I have never been much of a water drinker. I know the whole deal about how your body can't function properly unless you drink 8 glasses a day. Well, look at me, I've been drinking the equivalent of 8 sips of water a day and I'm still fine. Other than the less than hydrated brain, I mean.

    So back to the subject of skipping class. I would... if I hadn't already skipped classes the Friday before the Easter break. But on the other hand, I'm wretchedly sick, and I've got stomach cramps to boot. My aunt has come for a visit, as the Chinese so tactfully say. So in addition to being prone to sudden explosions of coughs, I feel like my fallopian tubes are turning themselves inside-out.

    But seriously, at the end of the day I kind of know I'm going to class anyway. This is how I allow myself the illusion of slacking at school. I convince myself that I am not going, that THIS time I'm REALLY skipping class like the wicked truant I am, and then 10 minutes before class, I just up and go anyway.

    This method is so effective that I can spend the entire week after feeling like I skipped class, when I haven't.

    "Sorry, I don't have the notes for last week, I didn't go either. ..... Oh wait a minute - I did."

    At the end of the term I look back and panic, thinking I have skipped half my classes, until I check my attendence and see my signature in all the tutorial attendence sheets. It's like having a double attend your classes for you, except when you remember hard enough, you can actually recall the lectures you 'missed'.

    But I'm really not going to class today. And this time I'm really not going. REALLY.  
  • something evil's building behind my frown 2002-04-03 22:47:45 Headache. Feels like muscular midget's got my head in a thigh-lock.

    Short entry. Can't type now. Monitor sending stabs of pain into brain. Painkillers not working. Need something stronger - like cyanide.

    (Pardon the non-PC reference to midget. Will remember to refer to Asians and Hispanos and other marginalised peoples later on.)  
  • 2002-04-02 18:19:50 I think I should make it clear that it was my sister's friend whom I suspect was under the influence of drugs when she crashed, and NOT Kyburg's friend.  
  • Life goes on. 2002-04-02 18:16:11 EK: Your prayers are appreciated.

    Kyburg: Thanks for the concern. I am trying to drink as much water as I can, hopefully to flush out the sickness.

    Sorry to hear about your friend Carol. What an awful way to go. And the feeling of injustice must have been so bitter - of having to lose a friend so young because someone didn't have the sense to drink less, or take a cab home.

    My sister and I were talking about how we were thankful that nobody else died in the accident. We have a strong suspicion that she had been under the influence of drugs while driving.

    But I told my sister that now would probably be a good time to talk to the friends who are still living the same drug-laced lifestyle her friend was. If anything, this will probably be a good wakeup call for them.
     
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