Being a Recovering Diseased as I am, I have noticed a few things in my abating misery. One, that very many people are sick. Two, no matter what you do, no matter how well you were feeling beforehand, you will inevitably have a coughing fit in a) your very small Jewish class in which the guest speaker is the teacher’s wife and b) your fantastically large Moral Issues class, which is half empty and so has excellent acoustics. Three, these attacks, no matter how you may try to stifle them, will a) be thunderously loud and b) make your eyes water. The teacher will notice.

A final, particularly interesting fact is that people tend to cough in a pattern:

CoughCOUGH or coughCoughCOUGH. There may or may not be a strange, strangled-sounding gasp noise between each one.

I also cough in this way, and have been known to deviate occasionally with a self-conscious …cough…

Because I’m fed up of working on this midterm…

(And because I don’t know what to answer to your last two interview questions!)

I have an announcement!

This may come as a shock to you.

It may be hard for you to understand.

And you may be wondering just what I have gotten up to in the last couple of days…

I have officially Caught my first Cold in over Two Years. TWO YEARS!

Right in the middle of the end-of-term rush…

I know who gave it to me, too. There was a man. On the bus. Who did not cover his mouth when he sneezed! Curse you, you vile, rude, disgusting mockery of a poor excuse for a pathetic human being! CURSE YOU AND ALL YOUR KIN!

I’d forgotten just how horrible it feels to have a cold.

I’m having trouble breathing…My nose hurts…I may not live.

Jubne…In the event of my death, I leave you all my books and any organ of your choice to do with what you will. Alas, I am not quite sure which bits of me currently reside with you…

*Coughs feebly*

I’m at school right now (on the school computer and everything!) so I really shouldn’t be posting, but I’m nothing if not a rebel, so here I am!

I don’t actually have much to say, and since I have to get to work that’s a good thing, but I thought I should give this journal some attention, considering I only have two entries, and what better time to do it than when I should be working diligently on my grammar exam? None! Three cheers for procrastination!

In fact, I have a lot to thank procrastination for, at the moment. Yes. I pulled my second all-nighter! (Well, not counting the times I went to bed at five and got up at five-thirty, heh.)

I feel vaguely nauseous.

Other than that, I am completely soaked as my umbrella broke a few weeks ago, and when I tried to buy another one at the McGill store this morning, I was told it wasn’t open until nine and was shooed away. The woman wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Just raised her snobby nose and told me to amscray. I was quite insulted. I mean, if you’re going to turn me out into the downpour, umbrella-less and soaked through, you could at least give me the courtesy of a little eye-contact! Sheesh.

The last thing that has me really, really upset and worried is that my little baby had to go into the vet today for surgery. He has about seven or so little “masses” (they look like weird warts), and the vet wants to remove them just to make sure they’re benign. I’m so worried about him – he won’t be home until tomorrow, and he has to go under anaesthesia and everything. Poor boy. He was trembling when we left him; he really knows how to make you feel like the scum of the earth. The vet should be calling sometime this afternoon to tell us how his surgery went (we won’t find out about the masses for a while), so I’m waiting for that. She said he would be fine, though, and that she didn’t think the masses were anything serious – just age. I hope he isn’t too traumatised…

    Okay, I know I should use this journal as more than a place to rant, especially since I haven’t updated in a month. And I will. But, for the moment, I have a desperate urge to rant that must be sated.

    I am on the third floor of the education building, in my usual spot. I am trying to work on my Shakespeare performance analysis – the entirety of which is made-up nonsense, and I am trying desperately to make it seem as though I know what I am talking about and not just pulling random, overlong sentences out of my…ear. This is quite difficult. As you can imagine, the fact that a male valley girl wannabe is talking very loudly about random, boring, idiotic things like why he likes WINTER is only exacerbating things. He says “like” about eight times a sentence, and I have actually heard him say “oh, my God.” This is beyond annoying…It is even more annoying than the female version, if only because his voice carries more. And it is especially irritating when one considers the fact that he is flirting with a girl. Thank you, but I am not interested in your stupid hormonal mating rituals. Shut up! Go outside! Stop giggling! Grrr!

(P.S. He likes winter because of skiing, and the girl was simply astounded by his obvious depth of character, seeing as “Not many people like winter, hehe!” Good grief. People ski, lady. Grow a brain cell – it’ll keep the moths company.)

 
(P.P.S. I feel really mean right now…But, I’m tired and stressed, and I don’t want to be here… I may be more than a bit crabby. And they are really, really loud, you have no idea.)

 
(P.P.P.S. I also shouldn’t talk about the brain cell thing, because I’m sure she’s quite intelligent if she’s here, and I do know what it’s like to feel as though my brain has fallen out when talking to someone I have a crush on. So, yeah. But still!)

Joni Mitchell is a woman.

 Now I have a Joni Mitchell greatest-hits CD, and let me tell you, it is far from great. I usually am not so condemning of CDs, and try very hard to keep from mourning the loss of my twenty dollars by finding at least one song I like (while studiously ignoring the fact that I could have downloaded said song for free), but this is beyond all hope. This woman is just terrible, and this may be one of the worst CDs ever to set jewel-case in my room. At least it only cost about five cents, as I ordered as part of a special offer from Columbia House, but still. I passed up on the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack, and am very sad for the loss. *Weeps*

First, I finished Taming of the Shrew and liked it. Oh, Shakespeare, you old pervert dog! I just wish I could have read it on my own and without the knowledge that I will be tested on it. Hmm. I may have to re-evaluate my admittedly biased opinion of Shakespeare and give his plays a chance... Then again, I may just stick to my usual novels and fanfiction, haha!

I suppose that’s all. I may post again soon, but that all depends on whether or not I finish this philosophy essay and catch up on all my reading.

P.S. You know, if any of you guys wanted to get a journal…We could hang out in the grocery store, if you catch my drift ;)