I'm wearing the exact same "outfit" (term used loosely) I was wearing last time I added an entry. My pajama pants, my "Wrestling is Fake- in case you didn't know" t-shirt that my dad brought me back from a trip to AZ several years ago, and my pink Boston College sweatshirt. Not only am I wearing the same thing I was on Tuesday, it now being Friday, but I have pretty much been wearing it SINCE Tuesday. Turns out I was sicker than I thought, and after working Tuesday night, Wednesday morning (although I went home early to rest), and, thinking I was better, going to a reception with some friends at Twigs' Wednesday night I woke up Thursday and felt like I was on death's door. My throat was on fire and I had the worst head ache of my life and my whole body felt weak. Of course, I got up and showered and took some ibuprofen thinking I had to go to work regardless of how I felt, and when the shower and pills didn't miraculously heal me within 20 mins I was at a total loss. I've never called in sick to work before, heck, I've barely even missed a class of school, let alone whole day. And I've been worrying about money lately, so I hated calling in, knowing that not only would I forfeit my Thursday shift, but my Friday shift as well. Grrrrr. But when the pounding in my head was still going strong at 9:30, when the hostess turns on the phones at SPG, I figured I'd better let them know so they could find someone to take my shift before the restaurant opened. I felt like the world's biggest wimp calling in sick, and knew that I was inconveniencing everyone, but while I was lamenting and feeling bad for myself Stacy pointed out that when I was a hostess people were always calling in sick and I had to deal with it for them, so now it was time that they return the favor. She also went on with more words of wisdom, that I've been really stressed out for the past couple of months, and that my body may need more time to heal itself than I was used to giving it, so I should just take the next two days and rest. I know this is obvious, and everyone deals with it in our fast paced society, but it made me feel better, and I spent the next several hours in a dead sleep.
I spent a lot of today sleeping as well, but I'm feeling a lot better and am looking forward to putting on pants tomorrow, leaving the house, and getting back to work. Okay, maybe I'm not looking forward to getting back to work, but to leaving the house at least. Yesterday I barely left the couch. Today, however, I got up and made myself some eggs, peeled an orange, did the dishes, and as you can see, am typing almost coherently!
I'm on the mend. Now if this rattling cough goes away, and the weird ache where it feels like someone punched me in both of my knees, I'm in the clear.
I just realized that this entire entry thus far has been me trying to rationalize, mostly to myself, that it's okay that I didn't work the past two days. I really do feel like the world's biggest wuss for calling in sick. But since, as I am wont to state over and over, this is MY diary, I don't think anyone really reads it, so I can rationalize whatever the hell I want and have whole arguments and conversations with myself if I so desired. So there.
And I can go on tangents. Such as: I finished Salem's Lot a couple of days ago and think it is probably the most coherent, easy-to-follow, and entertaining novel that Stephen King has written. I definitely recommend it, not only for entertainment value, but also for what it says about society and the evils we hide from our neighbors, for our neighbors, and if it will cost us our souls, yadda yadda yadda. Mostly, it's just entertaining though. It made me think of two summers ago at the Pink House, when we had "Vampire Night" and watched those two crappy vampire movies. We should have just watched Lost Boys and left it at that. (Note: Last night Amanda sat on the couch with me and we watched the 1979 version of Dracula which we found on demand. It was FAR worse than the version with Keanu Reeves and Winona Ryder, believe it or not. It literally made my blood pressure rise in anger, it was so bad and just completely contrary to the book!) But Vampire Night was fun nonetheless. I realize now, Vampire Night wasn't about the movies, it was about hanging out with two of my besties and exploring the occult. haha...ummm...just kidding. I guess I probably shouldn't even joke about stuff like that. Hmm.
I realize that this entry is getting really long. Like, sophomore year long, but I've been cooped up in the house with no company but my parents all day (yesterday I was too sick to care) and I love them so very much, and they are so very wonderful, but my dad has a tendency to chew with his mouth open and to take stupid TV commercials too seriously and get really indignant (I realize I get angry at bad adaptations of classic novels, but my dad gets angry at the Coors love train) and I need some sort of venthilation here. And, I just had one more piece of news to share:
I received a letter in the mail from UW today offering me admission to their program. That's two official acceptance letters in one week! Now I'm just wondering what the heck is taking Boston so darn long to let me know ANYTHING and how long the UNT people will have to deliberate before they make their decisions. I realize my audition was only a week ago today. At this point, I think UNT is probably my first choice, so I'm anxious to hear back from them. This is not only because of the faculty and the program, or even Rudy's BBQ, or the likelihood that I will run into armadillos. Nay, there is another reason I'd love to return to Denton: So I can buy all of my friends badges that say "(Your name here) Texas Ranger." I was going to buy Lisa one while I was down there, but they were out of "Lisa." I think I was, subconsciously, giving myself a reason to return, whether I get into UNT or not.
quote: "At least Big Momma's House 2 has more artistic integrity in considering the source material." me, speaking of that 1979 version of Dracula.
song: "Come Right Out and Say It" Relient K
yesterday // life goes on
