Ramble Ramble Rawr!

Let's not talk about NaNoWriMo. No, really. Don't ask me about it. Also, don't ask me about life in general.

I am sick. I am behind in NaNoWriMo. I am behind in classes. I am tired. My throat hurts. And all I feel like doing is complaining. [Note: My friend, who is also sick, just sneezed and it sounded like Donald Duck. I declare that sneeze the single-most, epic sneeze in the world. Sneezing is normally a sad activity but if my sneezes sounded like Donald Duck I would just love sneezing. It would make me happy to sneeze and pretend I was Donald Duck because I'm sure Donald Duck never gets sick and complains about life like I do all the time.]

In other news, the health care bill passed in the House. I have nothing to say about this except, "Yay." And I'm not being sarcastic. I really am happy. I just don't feel like talking about politics. I know I know. Why did I bring it up, then? Well, because I needed to change the subject from complaining and it was the first piece of news that popped into my head.

Oh here's a fun topic. [And in case you haven't noticed I am obviously just writing this to avoid my work.] Shit. My friends and I were just discussing poop and how pooping together really bonds people together. That's all I have to say on the topic but I thought it was worth mentioning.

Now my friend just brought me a Ricola cough drop. The worst part of being sick is Ricola. But I do what I need to do. I like the lemon part of Ricola but I have issues with the honey. I just don't like honey. Oh, well.

I guess I could talk about my life. Remember how I hooked up with Peter Pan? Well, now we're friends and he tried to hook up with me again on Saturday night. That's really all there is to that story.

Why can't I just find a guy I actually like and hook up with him? Instead I just have ceramics majors trying to get in my pants. Not just any ceramics major, though, I crazy ceramics major. He's already been to rehab and he's 18. He said he tried being sober for a few months and decided that drugs and alcohol were just more fun. I mean I love this kid. He's hilarious. But I don't want to hook up with him (but I probably will because that's what I do...hook up with people I don't like that is. It's actually rooted in a deep-set psychological problem regarding my low self esteem and intimacy issues).

Ok, that's all the rambling I can do for one day. Don't look at me like that. I'm a horrible person.