Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

Still getting over the death flu/pneumonia which is almost at the end of it's third full week. No more vomiting aside Friday the 6th's three bouts of it. It went through the school like wildfire–parents, teachers, everyone. It seems to be making a second round, which I hope to avoid.

The worst lingering feeling is the complete lack of appetite. I've been unable to eat real meals since. Right now, my meal schedule looks like: 16oz of OJ for breakfast, a small amount of what's leftover from lunch (ie. 1 slice of meatloaf, a small scoop of roasted potatoes, and a small scoop of green beans), and pop-tarts for dinner. That's eating when I'm hungry and that's enough to full me up. Poptarts are on there because they're one of the things I can look at and not feel queasy.

The antibiotics I'm taking for the pneumonia is making me feel craptacular and dizzy. I'm very bleh all day. The coughing is still around and when I breathe in, my lungs squeak. I'm constantly tired.

The only bonus is that I'm down a pant size and then a little extra. I might as well get something positive out of this.

More on Fiddler later. I need to get to bed now.

I think I'm ready to qualify vertigo as the worst sensation ever. Everything feels like it's swaying or shaking under me. Even sitting up, it kind of feels like I'm being pushed off of something.

We skipped over to the mall after I got off of work so I could cash my cheque at the Evil Empire of America. We were going to go home, but caught a case of the lazies and decided to have dinner at Johnny Rocket's instead. Sometimes you just need greasy food.

Of course I was seduced by Lush, which lies right across from the from the food court. That's the curse of needing to cash my cheque at the mall. Since this is our usual haunt, we're starting to get to know most of the SAs, which is both good and bad, usually for my wallet.

They had Ghost. And I am weak. It smells so good. I also heard the details about the other Halloween products they're putting out, which sound interesting, but not so much my thing.

I did a quick spec out of Sephora because I keep hearing great things about Benefit's creme liner/shadow in Skinny Jeans. It's been in several magazines and I wanted to see if it lived up to the hype before I waste $20 on it. I will say that it did not disappoint. The colour went on really nicely and easily and also seemed very wearable, so I will most likely pick that up next week sometime.

The last stop out was by Old Navy to check the sales rack and batter my self esteem a little. God help me, but I've been looking at skinny jeans so long they've grown on me. I figured one look at my wide ass in them should sufficiently mollify the urge.

I tried them on and they didn't look bad. Steven didn't like them, but the two girls sitting in the fitting room approved. You know, because I need teenage approval. I probably am going to give into the trend, as I have many cute, long winter tops and likewise for flats. Also: I need more pants.

Now I'm just being slothful in my flannel pyjamas, watching TLC like I've been doing, oh, for the last month. Since there's not much else to do with Steven having the car, I'm probably just going to curl up in the shower with my lovely new Ghost in hopes I'll smell omg!awesome.

I have about 2 minutes before I need to pack up and go to class. Classes are decent so far, though my financial aid is still hinky. I do miss my bed a lot, though. My day is basically running from 7:30ish to 21:30ish on good days. I've basically given up on any semblance of a social life this semester.

And that's all the time I have. I'm off to fill my water bottle and go to 2D design.

I have the worst heartburn today. Once again, I remember why I stopped drinking coffee. I would have skipped it, but I was so tired this morning. I slept like shit because I had hives most of the night and couldn't find where my Benedryl went. I woke up basically every hour on the hour. I just took one of Steven's omeprozole because it was that bad.

I'm in Boston today for one of Steven's friends' going away parties. I kind of wish I were sleeping.

We met up with Ron and Terry last night. We hadn't seen them since mid-May and this was far better circumstances. We had tea at Tealuxe, after having dinner at the burrito/pizza joint on Thayer. It was a little disappointing.

God, I wish this heartburn would GTFO.

I have to go to glorious Lush today. I think I am going to get a small bottle of Daddy-O today. I think that's what it's called. I needed something else too. Can't remember what...

I think I'm going to run to the convenience store for some p
Pepto. I feel like I swallowed acid.

I'm hungry. I had a yoghurt for lunch and that just didn't cut it like I hoped it would. Of course, I also went for a bike ride (yay!) and that probably explains why. I'm waiting for Steven to ring and let me know he's near the station so I can go pick him up and procure dinners. I am all about grilled some kind of unmeat tonight.

I get absolutely no mail these days. I haven't been to the box in a week and there were just two little letters. It made me very sad. Neither of them were for me either. I miss getting mail.

For lack of things better to do today, I have gone on a music glut. I downloaded Vive La Vida because it eats my brains a lot and a whole bunch of music from The Decemberists. I can't think if I want to download anything else, though, but I'm sure that's more than enough for now.

I can't believe how much damn music I have on here. I guess I should be glad that I got the 16GB iPod.

Of course, I'm not using the quick cable internet that the very chatty cable guy came and hooked up today because my frakking Belkin router is dead and I'm too lazy to hook up the Airport right now when Bruce is coming down to do stuff with it tomorrow.

The cable guy, obviously, intended to EAT my cats' SOULS because they ran like hell the second he came in. When he left, they slooooooowly peered out of the back bedroom to make sure he was REALLY GONE. I seriously understand why we call them scaredy-cats. Half the time, they look at me like I'm going to whip out a grinder and make cat sausage RIGHT NOW.

I'm back to taking a half trazodone to sleep because my insomnia has been ridiculous. I'm tired of being up until 4 daily and this is at least allowing me to get enough sleep to be a functional person instead of a grouchy wretch. Last night, I got a good six hours and had the energy to do laundry and go for a bike ride.

Must remember to go to the library tomorrow and return books.

Tomorrow looks good enough I might be able to get another load of laundry in, but Thursday is all storms and rain. I imagine that means I am going to have cats all night because lightning will also EAT THEIR SOULS.

I wish this headache I've had for three days would go away. I don't want to take anything because of the whole "Ate just a yoghurt" thing, but enough is enough. I need to, I don't know, keep fruit in the basement or something to snack on. Something healthy, beside my delicious microwave popcorn.

We're headed to NYC this week-end. nyhamsterhouse, would you mind emailing me: szepassony AT gmail? I thought I had your email, but I have the dumb and it seems I don't. Brunch on Saturday would be very cool. I have shoes, I need to pack, but I am just kind of lazy. I did make the bed and mop the floor, so I'm not totally a waste of plasma.

And off to Bread and Circus.

Today was moderately better than before. Steven made steak tips last night and we split a bottle of wine. Wine makes A LOT of things better. I finally managed to sleep well through the night.

The day can't got great, of course, so I woke up to a randomly overflowed toilet. I plunged it a few times and mopped up the water, but things seem ok, so far. My cousins from the Czech Republic were visiting, so I spend some time chatting with them. Took a couple pictures and they left just around 14:00. I snarfed down a quick lunch and decided that I was going to go out for a bike ride because it looked nice out. I hit the post office and then decided I didn't feel like going home, so I biked down towards the library. There's a neat little antique store there. I bought a pretty art deco ring and bracelet and had a nice chat about cameras with the guy. I might go back next week and see if I can find a matching necklace. Pictures when I can use my camera again.

My books were in at the library, so I loaded up on those and came back here, fed the cats (who hadn't so much as smelt food since the early 90s), repotted our second tomato, and here I am, snarfing down lotus cakes and vitamin water leftover from my ride. At some point, I will make it off my ass and put clothes away and pick something out for my interview tomorrow.

lauraxmarie might be coming to visit me tomorrow!!

We're getting a grill Thursday, $30 from Le CraigsList, so there be grilling in store for my birthday week-end. I can't believe my birthday is in three days. I'm really bummed out about it, not because of my age, but this is the first one without my grandmother. I told Steven I don't know what I want to do. I think we're going for Indian, but who knows.

It seems someone has forgotten to tell my cats that their ancestors were hunters. I am nearly sure that if they were thrown outside now, they would be sad to realize that hunting the mighty tinned can is not a native species. Case in point, Racetrack will chase bugs, but today, when faced with a vicious earwig, she gave Steven a look that essentially said "Dude, you have thumbs, you kill it." She will eat spiders and moths like they're going out of style. I think they're the cat equivalent of protein bars.

There's another flaw in our naming of the cats. Namely, Racetrack has no idea what her name is. She thinks her name is Kitty-Cake. She also thinks her name is the sound of the cat yummy jar rattling.

I have another job interview coming up at a theatre company. Hopefully, I won't spend the whole summer unemployed, now that AAA never rang me back. I've been applying for everything that looks interesting to me, so something is bound to come up. Both jobs are in Providence and most likely bus accessible. I need to go get my license done this week, perhaps, too, now that my cheques have arrived with the appropriate information on them.

We're still living in Boxtopia down here. I unpacked 10 more boxes today, mostly kitchen things. Mum and Bruce came down, but Bruce was sick and therefore, none of her things got moved. I really would like to set up the damned living room area so I can sit around in my underpants and watch BSG on DVD or hook up cable or something. Steven and I are shooting for this week-end, at least, to have things at least 75% done.

I have to stop reading design blogs and saucydwellings because I badly want to redecorate. We've never really settled anywhere long enough to decorate well, other than in hand me downs. I mean, we still have them here, but I wanted to make covers for our couches and so on. I wish I had money.

This was my first day on my own here. Steven's leaving around 6am to catch his train now. I slept till about 9am, faffed around for a while, showered, and had lunch. Now, we have a PO Box, mainly for UltraLime, but for us too. All our mail is going there. It's really close to us here, so I got it into my head that I would walk down and get the mail. Of course, my knee HATES me for all the walking I did yesterday, so this was not a well advised thing. But wait... I have a bike!

Steven bought this bike for me several years ago, intending we would ride together. Unfortunately, this was somewhere around the time I hurt my knee, so this never went more than riding around DW Fields Park and me complaining the whole time. He's ridden it a couple times, but that's it. I pretty much just look at it. The second flaw is I've probably ridden a bike less than a dozen times IN MY LIFE and I've never ridden on a street. I have a helmet, but it's likely in the same place that my sunglasses and my sneakers are.

But frak that. I am going to ride my bike.

More problems: Steven's chained up all the bikes (fine) and not told me the combo (not fine). I texted him and got the code. Of course, then, it sticks horribly and I had a bitch of a time getting it apart. One call and a bunch of texts later, I have my bike out to discover he's not rearranged the seat. He's 5'8"; I am 5'3". Luckily, I am only mostly stupid. I figured out how to move my seat post and I was ready to go.

So here I am, biking down the street, no helmet, no chain, in zoris, with dry contacts in, my gas mask bag slung over my side, and my knee making faces at me. But dammit, I got there! I made it to the post office and...

NO MAIL.

So it was not a totally unproductive trip, I stopped by CVS with my $4 coupon from buying asprin yesterday and bought another stick of deodorant to the tune of $1.59. The whole thing took me about a half hour and was surprisingly fun, aside from the whole bike lock debacle. I may even continue this while I'm gloriously unemployed when I'm not taking the bus.

That appears to be tomorrow's plan: I am going to go ride the bus for most of the day and see if I can find the appropriate routes to get to RIC and Thayer Street and a couple other places. I'm tempted to try to catch the bus down to Newport this week-end and spend some quality time at Second Beach. The water temp here is between 64* and 67* right now, which is really nice for July 1. Definitely nicer than Mass Bay and its Labrador currents and cold water!

I think Steven and I are going to go to the Avon tonight and catch Mongol, depending on what time he gets back. Obviously, we're going to see it this week because it closes Friday, but it depends on when he gets back and how much time we have because we need to do some cleaning.

That's my adventure for today. After this, I'm ringing AAA about a job and I need to ring my doctor and get a copy of my immunizations and my latex allergy letter. Also: happy birthday to metalchick1000 and ragdollgirl. Hope it's a good one!

Those of you who are local on my flist, I have an awesome tip for you.

One of my co-workers came in with some very pretty sapphire earrings. Her husband had bought them for her. Obviously, I asked where and she said a bait shop! Mum and I went there today and the guy has, aside from having bait, imports jewelry from Thailand, Laos, and Vietnam. Most of what he has is sapphires and rubies, but he also has some Indian emeralds. It's all very, very reasonably priced, too.

It's right across from the USS Salem museum, on the right if you're coming off the bridge from Weymouth. I'll post pictures of the earrings soon as I'm not so tired.

But definitely check him out. He also has gorgeous ombre dyed scarves and other silks. So cool!

We did the date night thing tonight. Since the Cameo has $4 Tuesdays, we decided to go see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skulls again. Still good and I definitely caught more things. Ending was still a little hinky, but no less than Last Crusade, I guess. We now have two collectible popcorn buckets in case LolCats steal one, I guess.

Since it was still warm and muggy, we opted to have dinner out and headed towards the Plaza by way of Newbury Comics and Mattress Giant. We found out that essentially 90% of mattresses have latex and I'm also allergic to synthetic latex. The salesman put something near me and I started wheezing. But hey, I had my benedryl this time!

One of my former students works at Newbury, so we chatted with her a bit and played catch up on the latest school news. She's in art school and looking forward to her next year, which is good. She was one of a core of very talented kids last year. On a whim, we ended up buying the Indiana Jones box set since it was under $40 before we headed out to the Plaza. Dinner, more friends, and a MAC gloss later, we headed home to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I haven't watched in through in forever and I'd forgotten a lot of what happened. Having seen it, though, all I have to say is: Damn, I will never be able to watch Pirates of the Caribbean the same way again.

The sheer amount of scenes they ripped off in the three movies was unreal. The boat scene, the knife thing, Indy running from the natives... A lot of others that I've forgotten because I have goldfish brain. It was so close, I'm surprised Spielberg and Lucas didn't sue... similar casting, near identical blocking, hell, even similar dialog. I understand having scenes evocative of classic movies and I always enjoy that, but this was nearly verbatim. I'll have to make a list next time I watch it.

Today, as it's after midnight, is Mum's birthday. I gave her her pressies today since I knew I wouldn't be in because senior prom things involving balloons. I think we're going out to lunch after school, though, since my stepdad and stepbrother are going to clean his apartment out in Fitchburg. I haven't been out with her in ages, so it will be really nice.