still in recovery

yes...i am still recovering from the SARS that i contracted in Albuquerque. Sucks that my only time spent at home was in a bed sleeping...

actually, come to think of it, i'd rather be doing that than school work.

so school is back up and running...and FUCK YALE on the FUCKING UPPER EAST COAST. i went to weather.com to take a little peekaboo at the weather, hoping it would be time for me to break out my pink camisole and green miniskirt...but no, the numbers did not lie: 28

yes. as in 28 degrees farenheit...in FUCKING LATE MARCH.

i was walking to class, and as my nipples chaffed against my t-shirt, and my face froze from lack of moisture, and my nose began to run, and my herpes began to puss, i told myself "it's just me. it's really not that cold outside. it is just me. i am the only one that is cold because i have no body fat, and because i didn't wear enough clothing." i was a fool to lie to myself like that...because there was snow still surrounding the trees and icicles forming from on my ears. i hate the north. besides New York City, it really has nothing to hang on to.

yesterday, i was invited by Darien/Tyrone/Black Beast to play a game of motastic Mofia in the branford common room. needless to say, it is a bit of a challenge to play mofia with a bunch of mo/ho yalies, but it proved to be a relatively fun game. i enjoyed it. however, i must admit it was not as fun as "dip dip"...dip dip dip dip...dippity dippity dippity dip...etc...

i am going to go sleep because i am a fat, sad, angry, mad person, and sleeping is the only activity that makes me feel better about my lowly self. good bye, all.