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mercredi, juin 25, 2003

GASP! PURGE ME OF THIS ILLNESS!!! I just hope it aint the SARS. 10:27:00 PM

I was at the stupid USC clinic for seven hours today sitting next to hacking coughers and chronic sneezers and there were people with masks around me. The air in that enclosed hot little waiting room smelled like disease and when I breathed the little air available, I could feel the airbourne bacteria and viral colonies going up my nose and down my throat and into my body to wallow in the mucouses and totally mess up my system. Now I am home and I feel terrible- absolutely terrible. I could still feel the rhinoviruses in my system and I feel so unclean. The air in this so-called city of health is not helping! I can't wait to go to Davis where the air is fresher and cleaner than this place of churning smog-contaminated air with a serious microbe infestation problem. 10:26:00 PM

It totally sucks being sick. No sir, I don't like it. I have a fever and I'm dizzy but I'm addicted to the internet and though know I'll get much worse, oh well. I went to the USC Medical center this afternoon and I got even more sick there... the air around that hospital is rather bad. Now I'm sneezing and coughing like crazy. I think I better rest now. Anyway, I am really looking forward to going to that farmer's market in Long Beach that Sonja was talking about. I can't wait to go! Mmmmmm.... fruits and veggies. Anyway, we don't have any more fruits here at my abode. I want a nice sweet apricot right now. 9:46:00 PM

lundi, juin 16, 2003

I just found out that I am suffering from what is known as the floppy disk syndrome. Sounds like a techie term but it's the informal name for Osteo-hypermobility- that is the overlaxity of the ligaments in the neck and upper spine. This is in addition to my little scoliosis problem. They say that my neck cracking is spreading the ligaments farther and farther apart and they recommend that I stop because I am close to acquiring arthritis in the neck. Goodness, that doesn't sound too nice. Anyway, they recommend that I stop cracking it "cold turkey", as they put it as it is an addiction and they are most certainly right. They say I should go to a chiropractor to get my neck bones professionally cracked. Goodness, now that just sounds too painful. What's worse is their suggestion of getting a needle jammed into my neck bones and a stress relieving fluid would be injected in to stop the osteolactation. Goodness, I need a drink. crack* crack* damn. 12:21:00 AM

jeudi, juin 12, 2003

Don't fall for her. She's just a friend. Don't fall for her. She's just a friend. Don't fall for her. She's just a friend. Don't fall for her. She's just a friend. Don't fall for her. She's just a friend. Don't fall for her. She's just a friend. Don't fall for her. She's just a friend. Arghhhhhhh... I'm falling! I'm falling! I'm falling! I'm falling! I'm falling! I'm falling! I'm falling!!! 10:32:00 PM

I've almost finished my housing contract to UC Davis in Mlle. Pulido's class. Je manquerai tout le monde dans cela classe. I think I will end up going back to class all this coming week. I don't know- Maybe I am crazy for thinking I will do that but I guess that's what I am then- un canard fou. No, there is a canard folle... I am canard bizarre... the fou is me too... not futé, eithre. But ducks are chouette. I used to be scared of them when i was a young child. I didn't care though- it was just that. Apathy- it strikes you when you least expect it.... or rather when you most expect it so it's not always such a big surprise. Why on earth am I listening to Incubus right now? That darn Amber, I'm serious. Sheesh. Actually no, I've liked just these two songs for the longest time. It happens sometimes, you like the songs from bands and singers you feel don't deserve to be singin these good songs. I actually liked an Nsync song once... I detest them. Then there are some bands and singers you seem to like but not their music... that's always weird. You wonder why you like it and it's not always because they look good eithre. There's a sortof appeal- an ambient atmosphere and tone they give off. My little nieces are here... nasty little perverts. They're like, 9-11 years old and I guess my other cousins are all like "whoa"! So anyway, c'est tres difficile dire ce que je voudrais dire. Je ne sais pas l'importance de cela. TAh! hey're sooo nastay. I'm serious... it's just sickening the things they learn from private school friends.... private school students are the worst. Like them St. Lucy hoes... ugh. Of course, there are always the innocent angelic exceptions. But they aren't too common. Well Ohmygoodness!!! My little nieces are just annoying me to death... "teeheeheehee, she's humping her!!!" My goodness, I better break these stupid little girls up. "Hey! Stop that!" 9:42:00 PM

samedi, juin 07, 2003

At 11:12 PM, I ask only this... where the heck is sonja? It's rather disturbing that the net addict is not online at this particular time... her away message says that visitors are cool and I would visit but it's rather late and she's been cleaning her room for the longest time and knowing sonja, she may still be in the middle of doing so. Goodness... I just cleaned my room a few hours ago... a half-arse job. Mediocre nettoyant. I need to brush up on my French. I need to make up my French poem finale. I need to prepare for the French party this Monday. Goodness, I'm making quiche. If I can't make it well enough, I think I shall be forced to purchase them... it'd probably taste better anyway. Although, it is true that sometimes, the best meals come from your own personal creations. I'm rather creative in the culinaries... I just don't know how to express it. I suppose that makes me un-creative in a way that it balances each other out. I feel like apricot juice... mmmmm. I've never tasted the stuff but I'm sure I'd love it. If I were a plant ovary of any sort, I would probably be a tamarind or a fig or a blueberry. I don't know. Sonya reminds me of an apricot or a cherry or something like that. Justin is an avocado or an apple or something like that. David is a persimmon or an bananna or something like that. I'm not very good at this. Victoria is a pomegranate and Fatima is a lychee. Ok, I'm weird. Oh well. So anyway, I'm just going to kill time and bury it 12 feet under. How fun that would be. But then I would probably be annoyed that time isn't passing so I would probably just prefer to let it live but I'll hurt it a bit so it'll live slowly but not too slowly all the time because I might get old while the world is still young. I need a coffee but Fatima says that it removes 10 years from my life so I may just live up to 112 but those 112 years would be pretty damn good ones. 11:40:00 PM