even if things get heavy

today i feel: pretty okay
today i'm hearing: sonic youth -- superstar (cover)
today i'm thinking: illinois's climate can fug itself

Now, I know all of your children in the Windy City likely think I can take my thirty-three degrees and shove it up my ass. I can respect that. As is, it is cold. It is mostly cold because I have no coat. So I'm more cursing my own stupidity than the inclimate weather. That being sad, it is so feckin' cold. And I do not approve.

It has been a pretty mrph-worthy week. Sunday I got the blues (as I usually do on Sundays) and proceeded to be bluesy for a couple of days. This was not appreciated by Matt and I can understand why. It...didn't really change anything, though. 'Cause I'm a bad person. Clarky did his damnedest and Bozarth gave hedgehog kisses and Chelsea was Chelsea except when she was ChelseaandMatt (down-the-hall Matt, that is) and whatever, it was fine. This situation was not aided by the fact that the Tummy Impaler has decided he's head-over-heels in love with me and we should definitely be together forever and ever. >.< Irritating! And not something I am prone to dealing with at present! And I told him, but he didn't really care. ...Whatever.

Wednesday was tres shitty. I failed a math test I took last Friday but will not be able to see my test so that I can improve upon what I don't understand because, haha, we can't get our tests back. What the eff? So there's that. And then I found out that my dumbass professor gave us the wrong bloody formula and I had to re-work my entire assignment. And then my contact disappeared. Into my eye. And stayed there. Until about two this morning.

Yes, God does like to toy with people. Blast.

Things have been improving to an extent. My midterm show (*cough 7.30 Saturday night cough*) is deep into rehearsal and has proved an appropriate distraction. WHICH IS GOOD. So other than being obscenely tired from not getting enough sleep (homework, roommate, roommateboyfriend snoggage, etc.) and having a constant feeling of BLARGH, I'm feeling rather good today. I do have a cold. It is annoying. But I always have a cold so that's not really unexpected.

I'm desperately looking forward to going home next weekend. Carbondale is driving me batshit and the food is really turning terrible. That, and I really want to see Christie and Da and Basti and JPalm and, yes, even Charley's Aunt. Marion and Zhora are driving down tonight to see the show and hang with me (all three hours we can. mrph.) and that ought to be really fun. Chelsea's heading off into the wilderness with Down-the-hall Matt so I can actually go to sleep sometime decent tonight (if I want. haha.). In the meantime, I plan on a nap and more juice when I trek across campus for some sort of 'dinner' at 'Trueblood'. ...Whatever that means.

I swear my life can be interesting. Just...not this week. Apparently.