so dizzy...

yeah... i think i may go talk to the health people again tomorrow, if i remember. this isn't getting better... or at least it doesn't seem to be, from this angle.

two funny stories to share with y'alls from today:

1. I was talking to my CORE teacher (the crazy fucker who i want to do violent and horrible things to, remember him?) in his wee little office this afternoon (and by this afternoon i mean Thursday afternoon, even though it's technically Friday right now) about some last-minute assignments... there was a pause in the talk, which i guessed he was going to use to change the topic... he did. "Meghan, there's something i need to ask you about, and i think a bit more privacy is needed." (this would sound sexual coming from anybody else, but somehow the man who looks like E.T. managed to remove any innuendo from that statement) he leans forward, pushes the door shut a bit, then askes me "how are you feeling? everything going ok?" i'm confused, so i respond "yeah, all's well, why?" "well, your most recent posting on the class discussion board mentioned death, and i was just wanting to make sure you're not having thoughts about hurting yourself." "noooo, i'm good, if i was making any reference to death, i was joking."

After i got out of what quickly became one of the most awkward meetings in the history of the world, i went back to my room curious to find out exactly what he'd been talking about. here, word for word, is what i posted on the discussion board:

"freetime for me has fallen into the same category as sleep: i'll do it when i'm dead."

i laugh.

2. about an hour or so ago, when i was watching Kyle play WoW (it's like playing the game, but i don't have to worry about the controls or paying. quite nice), and randomly, our friend Hans walks through on his way to somebody's room in pajamas, a t-shirt, a gas-mask and a flak helmet. if that weren't strange enough, when Kyle and i both looked up at him completely lost, he just points at us on his way by and said what i think was "don't even, fuckers, don't even."

we both laughed until we cried.

well, there you have it... the highlights from a very VERY strange day. hope everyone's Friday is a good one! mine certainly has started off well-ish. Cheers!

my head is going crazy. with any luck, he'll wrap up your Wow-ing and get here just in time to catch me when i fall

woohoo

we were having a dance party yesterday in Meagan's room (while taking a break from Stats homework), and during a particularly classic line from "Bohemian Rhapsody", i caught one foot on the other, tripped, and clocked my head on Meagan's wooden bedpost. it was so typically me that i laugh as i think about it. although concussions suck, especially since i usually sleep on my left side, and that's the side i hit. bah

on a less violent note, i ate much food this evening and managed to keep it down, despite the brain-bruise-induced nausea. mmmm, nausea... hahaha. yeah, free pizza and brownies and whatknot. it was good. i heart free food.

uhhh... oh!!! oh man, it was so fucking hilarious, this morning in Spanish we were giving a rendition of "El Patito Feo" (The Ugly Duckling, for those of you who were wise and chose to study a different language), and we got to do the entire skit in BRIGHT GREEN FLIPPERS! and before class, Teresa and I were running around the top floor of the Library in the flippers trying to learn how to walk in them... it was pretty much us getting going pretty fast down an aisle of periodicals then catching a flipper on either the carpet or eachother, and down we'd go. so funny....

and the nap after that class was delicious. yay for sleeping! although i tried for an entire thirty seconds to think of reasons to NOT go to Stats afterwards. couldn't come up with any that i'd be able to live with later, so off to class i went. what a waste of time. Assprobe was in rare form: i honestly thought he was going to bore HIMSELF to death. less than two weeks more of him... then sweet sweet release. hmm... speaking of which, the jax calleth. Brits out!

thank you for saving me from my subconscious, and i'm sorry i scared you