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Delirious thoughts from my sickbed
Will I ever have long hair again? Is 25 really as terrifyingly old as it sounds? How do people ever find one another to fall in love? Which is weirder: my roommate's need to wear high heels when writing a paper or my need to scribble repetitive thoughts into a notebook to combat insomnia? How do I ever expect to finish reading Love in the Time of Cholera if I never sit down for more than a page at a time? Will I ever own furniture again? Why does the dishwasher in this place wash dishes so poorly? Do I even remember what it feels like to be healthy?
So after a week of sick, I came down with a fever Monday night. It broke by yesterday morning, but, despite sleeping all day, spiked back up to 101.5 Tuesday night. This was enough to make me concerned that I might have some horrible dorm disease, so I went in to student health services this morning to see a health care professional. The nurse practitioner confirmed what I suspected: Viruses do not hang around for a week and then turn into a fever. Therefore, I had neither a cold nor the flu, but some sort of bacteria wrecking havoc on my body. She wrote me a prescription for one of those antibiotic packs that are all the rage ("This should kill anything in your upper or lower respiratory system") and sent me on my way.
I spent all of today in bed, sleeping, dreaming, and having delirious thoughts like those featured above.
The upside is I woke up at about 4 this afternoon feeling slightly less crappy than I have in recent memory. Hopefully this means the antibiotics are beginning to kill the nasty bacteria and I can rejoin the living sometime soon.
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I was doing laundry today, and was sitting with a notepad and a pen, trying to write an assignment for class that has yet to be written (oh, and you thought I was blogging because I'm a good little blogger...no, I'm blogging to avoid writing real work...what else is new...), and I didn't know where to begin, so I started word doodling. Word doodling is what I do instead of "brainstorming." I start writing whatever pops into my head, and usually after a sentence or five thoughts begin to take form and I'm off writing. However, my word doodle today went like this:
QUESTION: What am I doing with my life?
Answer: ?
And so my word doodle ended just as quickly as it started, without a bit of usable material for my assignment.
I wasn't really surprised that such a question-and-answer should pop into my head, not after this weekend. I've been sick and on cold medicine, and my friend Patrick came to visit from Georgia. He and I go way back to when we were just two screwed up kids trying to navigate the semi-adult world of college for the first (and ultimately unsuccessful) time. Now we're a couple of jaded-yet-hopeful mid-twentysomethings who've finally managed to finish our respective bachelor degrees and can talk about things like careers and law and grad school. I don't see Patrick that often, but when I do it stirs up deep emotions and contemplative thoughts. Plus I've been having pretty heavy "What should I do come May?" conversations with everyone I've talked to the past week or so. So it makes total sense that my word doodle ended up the way it did.
Today was the first day in the better part of a week where I've felt semi-normal, healthwise. I'm still somewhat congested, but at least I've got some energy back.
And the Oscars are on. Hosted by John Stewart. Love him. I actually have seen most of the Oscar-nominated movies this year. Personally, I'm rooting for No Country For Old Men.
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The RBG
She was pretty badass.
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So...
I got asked out today. By a girl. It was the most adorable thing ever. She came into my cube this afternoon and, in front of four of my fellow interns, asked me if I'd like to join her outside while she had a cigarette. I said sure. I was so completely oblivious that when she came right out and asked me if I'd like to have dinner sometime I was blown away. It was just the cutest thing ever. I guess I'm so used to Atlanta and NEVER getting asked out EVER that I could hardly believe this mousy little nineteen year old had more gumption than all the bastards back home put together and came right out with it. It totally made my day. It's good for the casetheplace to get asked out from time to time.
Also, I get told how I talk is cute on an almost daily basis. And no one ever complains about me being too pushy or loud. In fact, I get told I'm sweet (?!) quite a lot. It's good for the casetheplace not to be in the Deep South.
Also, I hadn't realized how crazy the family was driving me until I got a good 600+ miles between us. It's good for the casetheplace not to be within a few hours drive of the fam.
Also, the world still feels like my own huge, crackable oyster. Love it.
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Post 279: In which our heroine is skeeved out by The Millionaire Matchmaker, among other things
Have you watched The Millionaire Matchmaker yet? This show majorly weirds me out. Like, hardcore makes me uncomfortable. I guess despite all my cynicism I'm still really romantic at heart, and this show commodifies love and relationships in a way that's even crasser than, say, The Bachelor. Blech.
This weekend was a lot of fun. I have a fantastic blister on my right baby toe from going out dancing in shoes that had not been properly broken in. The roommate and I continue to bond. Life is pretty good.# # #
The problem is
The problem is, once I go too long without a proper blog session, the thought of sitting down and trying to catch y'all up becomes so daunting I don't know where to begin. I've been told some of you check this blog "religiously" and are disappointed I'm not writing more. My god, people, the pressure! The pressure!
But anyway.
It's already the night before Super Tuesday, and of course spirits are high everywhere around here. So remember, kids, do your part and vote or caucus tomorrow (if applicable for your respective state)!
I'm totally loving DC. I knew I was unhappy in Atlanta, but it suddenly hit me today just how happy I am in general here compared to how unhappy in general I was there, and it's kind of staggering. Life isn't perfect (bunk beds, anyone?), but it is generally good, and I feel good. There was a minute a couple of weeks ago when I thought I might entertain the possibility of moving back to ATL at the end of the semester, but that quickly passed. Now I'm hyped up and excited about finding a job here and staying a while.
I've met so many fantastic and fabulous people since I arrived. As I suspected, this is a city of people who approach life, the world, and everything in much the same way I do. The ambition radiating off of the kids in my program is electrifying. My roommate and I have seriously bonded. We hit it off from the start, but things really snowballed the night we did it up Mr. Smith Goes to Washington-style and visited the Lincoln Memorial, all lit up and stunning. At night before we go to sleep we talk politics and boys, and our future plans for both. We are both addicted to Project Runway and the news (CNN is a get-home-from-work fixture on our tv). I was sooo worried before I got here that she and I might not get along, and I am beyond pleased that we totally do.
I joked before I left ATL that I planned to go out every night of the week here, and the joke has become something of a reality. I really put myself out there the first couple weeks, and as a result my dance card is pretty much constantly filled. And since I'm a person who generally needs constant activity, this is the best thing for me.
Alright, it's nearly midnight, and I have another long day ahead tomorrow. Night.# # #
Post 277: Link inclusive!
I donated to the Obama campaign last night, helping him reach his goal of 250,000 by midnight. I've never given money to ANY cause or campaign before, so this is kind of a big deal, y'all. I'm just sayin'.
Also, I totally want this shirt. Or maybe just the tote.
Also, I'm kind of totally rocking the shit out of my internship.
Also, the social life has kicked into Atlanta-style busyness. Holla!
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