I don't understand how I have been sick for the past week. Seriously. I've been sleeping, drinking tea, not exerting myself, but I still feel like crap. Usually when I get sick I lie around and moan for my mother to come bring me tea or give me a massage but now that I live in a dorm 700 miles away from home I have to walk my own ass to the food court and get the tea myself. This blows. Mental note: buy tea and honey. Not to mention that even in the bouts of a fever I was still thinking about what was due tomorrow for English or how many absences I was accumulating for Italian. AAAGH. I just wanna seal my entire floor off from society and watch hours of Dr. Phil and have an endless supply of mint tea and not talk to anyone until I am fit for society again. Last night I was up on Cat's floor watching a movie because I was beginning to feel better when who should walk in but the male slut. Oh, why does he have to see me in my feverish pallid glory? I should have coughed on him to repel possible girls he wants to bone. He was all nice. Fuck you. Today I am going to the mall and I'm going to get my ears pierced for the third time (take that, Mother) and I'm going to buy a little black dress for tonight when we go out salsa dancing even though I can't dance and I'm gonna look all hot because I lost weight from not eating and I'm gonna put my perfume on that I save for Special Events and I'm gonna walk right past the male slut and pretend I don't even see him and then I'll be all like, CAN'T TOUCH DIS...yea.