So Karl is allowed to mark up my boyfriend with hickeys and bite marks but I'm not? Pssh, I see favoritism.

Only 2 more weeks. Then I'm moving out finally! No more vindictive, lying kleptomatic roommates! Hurrah!

Hana-Kimi... you ruined my weekend plans of studying and writing my papers!

I really should just carry a camera with me.

While sitting in the classroom on the fourth floor of the building, waiting for everyone else to show up, I turned to stare out the window. The sun was beginning to set, giving the sky that dusky/twilight appearance (no, not the book) and I thought I was watching the sun set behind those wispy clouds. But then I noticed that there was a color separation in the clouds. Running vertical in the clouds, I saw a clear separation of a orangy-red color and a yellow and a faint bluish green tint. Apparently, it was a sundog, one of those "atmospheric phenomenon." I wish I had taken a picture was as pretty as this one, but oh well. 

Officially missing an organ sucks. Starving in the morning also sucks. But 2 hours is almost up and I can eat again!

Who would have known red marks would last for so long? If I'm lucky, my parents won't ask who gave it.

I've never had so many doctor appointments in a 6 month period in my life. And I've never been stuck with a need this much before.

I can't say there have been many people I've been overly jealous of. Jealous is one of those things that just pops up, then slides away in the next moment.

But, my older brother gets to go to Japan for only $600 for one week in August. The start of when Arashi starts its ten year anniversary tour, something I wanted to go to but quite obviously had no means of getting to Japan, let alone managing to get a ticket. Not to mention Alex can buy a lot of things we can never get here without paying some large sum and visit so many places I would love to visit.

On another note, working nights at a huge hospital like Beth Israel Deconness is actually...kind of fun. A lot better than the places I was at in CT.

I've been getting hives lately. Hmmm.

Awwww damnit

I switched to S2, thinking I could switch back to S1 if I wanted to. Now my original layout is gone. I want my codes backkkkk! 

-_-

I tell people that I was in a fight to explain the two bruises on the lower aspect of my mandible. I think it's a pretty good excuse XP


The hives have returned! Epic!!! I'm probably going to end up scarring myself from too much scratching...

It's nice to be home. I don't know how much I entirely look forward to next year.

Laughing gas makes me feel funny. I had never had it before.

The cold gives me hives, so when I try to put ice one my face for the swelling, I end up itchy and even more swollen looking.

They were only able to take out 3 of my wisdom teeth, not all four. That means I have to go back next year one more time ;_;

The painkillers work great though! Oxycodone or something like that. Puts me right to sleep ^_^

I really want Mango Sorbet.

End of the day.

It's not a matter of counting down the days til I'm done.

It's more like "Shit! I need more days to study!"

There "might" be a case of swine flu at QU? 

That's great...

Can't...stop...watching...over dramatic live actions...

AHHHHH!

I'm going to fail my finals because of this damn drama.

Edit: Rowing club? Failure and falling in water? It takes up too much of my time.

"To transfer or not to transfer"

Probably something I should have considered freshman year. Oh wait, I did -_-

And made the wrong choice to stay.

Don't get me wrong, academically, this place is great. And the campus is, well, pretty? And the people here? For the most part, they're all generic and the same. "Let's all go out and have a mass genocide of liver cells! Hurray!"

Yeah, can't stay I want to fall into that category .

Thus, my time is filled with 嵐 related stuff because there's 10 years worth of material to fill my attention and nothing much else to do really. Aside from my roommates (basically my only real friends), my laptop is my best friend on campus. Kind of wished I transferred to Boston, like I was going to... but on the bright side, if I go get my masters (and find a job), I could make up to 175k a year. =P

If I ever find a job.

On a random note, I enjoy how much easier downloading movies with HJsplit is.

With the bruises on my arm, I could be a heroine addict. But I guess not this time around. The bruises run down like streaks and the center where they stuck me with the needle is nice and red. At least they gave me and Alex a snack bag on our way out, so I don't collapse of blood loss.

I feel like this is how it could be when I'm 70 years old. My quads are killing me. It hurts to get up, walk up or down stairs, and I have to take special care when sitting down or standing up.

So my blood test for my etiological hives comes back. Bodily functions normal, except for my THS and T4 proteins. Thyroid problems? Apparently so.

And thus the next medical adventure ensues and I find myself at the hospital, skipping work with my father. But low and behold, the wrong test is issued. Instead of a nuke med scan, they have me scheduled for an ultrasound. Luckily for me, I knew absolutely it was a nuke med scan and not an ultrasound. So the referring physician is called to confirm it is indeed a nuke med scan and not an ultrasound. No unnecessary test done. But, as misfortune has foretold, the radioactive Iodine used for this procedure is only flown in from the suppliers since the chemical is subject to decay, as the head of the nuclear medicine department tells me. So, after an hour of waiting for nothing, we leave. I can't get another test done, the chemical intake and procedure requires at least 24 hours or more. So away to college I go in two days without the scan and no answers to the mysterious hive. I guess it was just wishful thinking to have a relatively restful break.

On the upside of events, I did get to go to the Museum of Science to see the Mythical Creatures exhibit. Forgot my camera and got hives from walking in the cold and rain, but it was overall fun.

On a random side note,"Sukoshi wa, Ongaeshi ga Dekitakana" the absolute saddest movie I've ever seen. I don' think a movie has ever made me cry so much. It's touching, but sad. The fact that it's based on a true story of a boy diagnoised with Ewing's Sarcoma makes it even more dolorous a movie.

This week passed by quickly, as predicted.

If there's one thing I could learn in an instant, it would be all the possible languages, archaic or modern. Then, I wouldn't have so much trouble having to get everything subtitled before watching it! And I could go to any country I wanted and be able to understand what's going on. But mainly, it's the subtitle thing.

Or I could get a Babel Fish. I could really use a Babel Fish.

I've never really been allergic to anything before. I may have stomach problems but beyond that I was doing pretty good. And now what happens? Lots of hives two weeks before I have to leave for classes and then now this - rashes that won't go away. @.@ I guess I"m glad my parents came down to see me yesterday to make sure I was still alive. Now I have plenty of anti-histamine ,anti-itch cream and gels, special soap, special lotions to last me all my college years

If anything, taking anatomy and having to critique so many radiographs has helped me draw people better. Who would have known.

Sometimes, I wish I was a guy instead of a girl. That way, I wouldn't have to deal with this whole issue of trying to find out if girl A is mad at girl B, and girl A and B don't like girl C but they all act friendly to one another and yet talk soooo much shit behind each other's backs.

I didn't think group tests would still exist in college.

I can't wait to go home. Three months without seeing home and dealing with this much stress and drama makes me miss home just for the sake of getting away from my friends here, whom I can't even tell if they're mad at me or not or if they're talking behind me back. But I don't think I care anymore. It's college and once I'm out, I'm out. I can go back to people I know aren't as immature.

The amount of drama in my dorm room somehow exceeds the amount of high school drama by a tenfold.

I wish I had an internal camera or something that was constantly recording everything, even when I don't pay attention to it. Something that records everything I see. And I could go back and review what's been recorded at any time, so that when something significant from my past has reoccurred, I can see how something happened. Or if I had met someone in my past and didn't realize it.

Or maybe what I really want is a sort of super memory. Maybe, if I had a superpower, it'd be able to keep all sensory memories, those memories that are lost if they're not moved to short term and then to long term.

It'd be amusing to know if I met people whom I care about now in the past somewhere. Highly unlikely, but it's funny to think about it.

My summer's full of ailments. Tick bites infected with Lyme disease. Stomach problems here and there (but I guess that's nothing new), and now I have slight conjunctivitis and something else in my right now. Well, at least I wasn't diagnosed with tunnel vision like my brother XP

What always brightens up a gloomy day?

Getting surprise calls from friends ^_^

And getting mail too!