Hall Draw Duh-rama

Right, so, I elected not to be in medical hall draw because I thought you could not pick your roommate. Medical hall draw would streamline the process of picking a room, etc etc. Then I talked to Alex, another person who has medical hall draw. She has two roommates. That she picked. Uh oh.

Here's the thing. Medical hall draw would make it so that I wouldn't have to be in a non-air conditioned room next year. I need air conditioning, or else I would be all over the place with migraines, heat headaches, and my right side would act up more. I discovered if it's hot, it doesn't really want to work.

I'm already stressed out about other things (peer mentor app? Anyone?), so this is another thing to add onto the pile.

FML.

Going home today

I learned how to jump start a car yesterday.

I've got to stop leaving my lights on.

Sickness is gone!

Voice still sounds like an eighty year old smoker, but I think I sound sexy.

Today, as I was driving back from dropping off a binder for my space-case brother, and for the first time in a while, I felt genuinely and unequivocally happy. Who knows why. Maybe because I can now breathe through my nose, maybe it was because I was listening to Viva La Vida on the radio,or maybe it was because it's spring break, I had a diet soda, and the comic book Watchmen to be read on the seat next to me.

I want every day to be like that.

Sick and tired of being sick and tired

I feel like I've been hit by a mack truck. Laden with anthrax.

Good lord. Karma.

Listening to Clare de Lune just made me think there's hope for our crazy, effed up world.

Wow. I'm hormonal.

She's a young girl, talking about herself.

This blog will cover what I feel like on days like today, what I do from when I wake up to when I go to sleep, and my general thoughts and opinions on things. It's like a video blog, but you won't have to hear my gravelly, sexy voice! I'm only going to picture people I'm going to talk about frequently...so I'm sorry if your picture doesn't appear. It will eventually.

This is me, looking very startled. I go to Scripps College in Claremont, California. It's part of the 5Cs--that is, Pitzer, Pomona, Mudd, CMC, and so on and so on. If you don't know what those names mean, you should go check out my little sister's blog. She explains them quite well. She's actually not my little sister at all, but rather a school ordained mini-me. I have another one, Ariel, and she, too, is a school ordained mini me. And, if you look at her blog, her name is Awndoorea-kun. Not Ane-chan. Nice try, little sister.

This sexy beast is my best friend. Elisa. We go way back--all the way back to freshman year of high school. Otherwise known as my other half, she's in Italy right now. Of course, being in Italy and my other half at the same time makes me very extended. Over the Atlantic. Our song continues to be "What You Own" from Rent (WHICH I SAW WITH THE ORIGINAL MARK AND ROGER HAHA), which is appropriate, but she's not in Santa Fe. She's in Italy. Bitch.

My brother, a sixteen year old who plays soccer and thinks he's cool, but plays in jazz band.We've had our troubles in the past, but now it's all resolved. Of course, he still gets on all my nerves sometimes, but most of the time, he's harmless. Rock that pink shirt, JB. Rock it.

And finally Duncan, my boy, a senior at Pomona and a fantastic person. He has a podcast, which I have never listened to (I have no itunes, sadly), but I've been told it's great. He got to see Mickey Rourke at the Santa Barbara Film Festival. Kickass.

First Post Ever

This is my first post ever.

More to come.