These days I feel so strange on the rare occasions when I come on Livejournal. It might have something to do with the insane fencing party I managed to survive, having the flu, Igor getting in his car accident, trying to do better in school, making new friends with fencing, Igor coming for a wonderful surprise visit, and me here still trying to make my grades look passable and try to see if declaring a Biological Anthropology major will actually help me in my future of still not knowing what to do.
On the note of the Fencing Party, I was excited for it in advance. It was short notice, and the we had made friends we were telling us how crazy these parties get. We decided before hand NOT to get out of hand, but somewhere in the coarse of watching Men in Tights, playing "shoulders" and kings cup, and Absinthe shots, we were really in bad shape. Mainly, I remember Eliot talking my ear off (not in an annoying way), watching everyone dance, spilling a half a can of beer all over my leg and Jen's carpet, and playing drinking games. The next day I had the most dreadful spins and wanted to die.
The next three days I had horrible body ache and a high fever, and couldn't manage to stay away longer than 10 minutes, and health services told me that I had the flu.
Then, Igor got in a car accident. I was a worry wreck until he was discharged from the hospital, and then worried about the Vicondine.
Then Igor came to visit and it was wonderful. Apart from my mad dash to get my The Year of the French paper, the weekend was watching A Bit of Fry and Laurie, a little bit of pot, and enjoying peace. We had bubble tea and epic calzones. Or didn't have calzones. I was so out of it I told Liz and Declan that they could finish mine completely forgetting that Igor had told me to save it for the next day. The pit falls of ganja.
We've been smoking too much lately. I love smoking with the people we smoke with, but I think it's getting out of hand. Also, as an aside, I'm thinking of majoring in Biological Anthropology, because then I will have the prerequisites to enter a nursing program somewhere else, and I can bring up my GPA... hopefully. I really feel as if I've found something that really keeps me interested in doing work and I have to go get some food