there she goes, she's airtight

[Poll #1750237]

... can you tell I'm worried? (The 16th at 11. Ughhhh.)

The city where I live had a summer festival sort of thing yesterday and the day before (technically it was Community Days, but that's not really descriptive at all). We didn't actually go, but last night we heard fireworks going off at ten-ish, so we decided we'd go outside and watch from in front of our apartment building.

We were outside for, at the absolute most, fifteen minutes.

As of right now I have four mosquito bites: two on my upper right arm, one about two inches below the back of my left knee, and one on the right side of my left foot. (I should probably note, here, that I was wearing pajama pants. And socks. That means that the skin was covered up for each of the second two bites.)

So, whatever, I do my best not to itch and ask my mom to put calamine lotion on me, because hello super-awkward locations. It's fine. (And I laughed and said "ah, the smell of my childhood" last night; my mother has a story she likes to tell about when I was a baby and we went to the beach, and she put bug spray everywhere on me but the bottoms of my feet, which apparently got bitten all to hell. This is part of the reason I don't go out much.)

Until tonight, when I realized that the stuff I'd gotten from my grandmother was wearing off, and everything was starting to itch, so I went to go grab another one, pulled my arm up so I could apply, and my mom happened to catch sight and freak out because apparently it had gotten bigger since last night.

And then we measured it.

It's, okay, it's vaguely circular, inasmuch as a gigantic insect bite can be circular. It's also fucking two inches by two inches. (And, note: I don't know how big it was yesterday, or even this afternoon, but I am absolutely positive that it was not that goddamn big.)

So, uh. I'm somewhat worried.

Telling your mother (jokingly) that the way she's coughing makes her sound consumptive suddenly becomes a lot less amusing when her doctor, after telling her that he has no idea why she's still coughing after a month and two different antibiotics, gives her a TB bubble-test and schedules her for a chest x-ray.

:| :| :|

(Protip: if needles make you sick to your stomach do not look up the TB bubble-test, even if you just want text about what indicates having it and what indicates not having it. It's a poor life choice.)

THE SUMMER FRIENDING MEME


Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to bed and sneeze myself to death.

Last night, because I am and forever will be a complete dumbass, I didn't go to bed until 4 and I forgot to take something for my headache. So when I woke up at 8:30 this morning, my head hurt so much I felt like crying, and bafflingly laying down made it worse, so I got out of bed, took a gram of acetaminophen (and then, about half an hour later, some migraine pill I got from my mom) and sat in the shower for an hour. On the bright side, it made my headache go most of the way away, so I went back to bed at about a quarter to 11. And then when I woke up my headache was gone but my lower back was killing me because hey! Wouldn't that be exciting?


The reason I was up so late, meanwhile, was that I ... took leave of my senses, or something, because I started writing this thing that was supposed to be pure ridiculousness. Almost a thousand words later, there had still been no sexing and I had no idea where it was going. And still don't. (I IMed tears_of_nienna with a canon question, though, and as a result I a) had someone to flail at while I was attempting this insanity, and b) ended up humming "The Point of No Return" for the next two hours, which was enjoyable but distracting. Fuck you very much, Jim Kirk.)

Also, please tell me I am not the only one who thinks that Bones and Hawkeye would get along swimmingly.

parcae: DO YOU KNOW WHO SHE GAVE ME
defenestration: XD
defenestration: Who?
parcae: GERARD WAY
parcae: EDDIE IZZARD
parcae: NEIL GAIMAN
parcae: :| :| :|
defenestration: Cliff Gerard, fuck Neil, marry Eddie.
defenestration: Next.
parcae: WHAT
parcae: NEVER CLIFF GERARD
parcae: THAT IS TERRIBLE I MAY CRY
parcae: I MAY EVEN WEEP
parcae: I would cliff him and follow him down with a parachute.
defenestration: To talk shit.
parcae: ...
parcae: :( :( :(
defenestration: "HOOOOOOOOBOY. THEM ROCKS IS SHARP, BUDDEH."

1) Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2) Post this meme with your answers.
3) Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
4) Label which you would marry, shag, and throw off a cliff.

As mentioned above, gobsmackit gave me Gerard Way, Eddie Izzard, and Neil Gaiman.

( :| decisionssss )

And then midnight_united gave me Terrance Zdunich, Gabe Saporta, and Sarah Brightman. (midnight_united: that theme is slightly insane.)

( more than slightly! )

THAT WAS BULLSHIT.

*mutters; goes to bed (again)*

I better not get dragged out of bed again. >:(

My week, as of right now:

tonight: Willstätter section
tomorrow: start editing
wednesday: conclusion
thursday: quantum
friday: ?
saturday: Special Olympics, biochem presentation
sunday: Special Olympics, biochem presentation

(With me-working-out-twice-a-day in there somewhere too.)

Which doesn't actually look like a lot, but is in fact terrifying. I hate Richard Willstätter SO MUCH right now because he looked so useful before we actually started, like. Researching him. And it's not like we can just scrap a section because it's useless, because it's not quite useless. It just has absolutely nothing to do with chemical weapons.


We did not, in fact, get our quantum tests back today, a fact which saddens me. He said we'll probably get them back tomorrow, though, which will be nice (hopefully) because we'll likely get our inorganic tests back tomorrow too. And also the quantum homework we turned in today (maybe). It will either be a very good morning or an awful one. Fingers crossed.

OKAY so unless I manage to get, uh, a 95 on the last test, I definitely am not pulling a B in biochem this term. :| :| :|

However, I got a 15/15 on Friday's dynamics test (he keeps dropping a problem, which, rock the fuck on) which means my test average is like. 83? Which means that my average in the class as a whole is uh. 90 or so. I am so ridiculously excited about this. Really there is no way to appropriately convey it because seriousl. Seriously.


Part of the notes Kristin took in biochem today. I have no idea where it came from. Absolutely none.


Betsy linked me to this and I squeed (very quietly, though, because Kate was asleep): Terrance shouting GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVES in Boston. I may or may not have watched it more than once already today. >_>

Yeah, so the dynamics test today pretty much sucked. I managed to at least put something down for all six problems, and I think I may have gotten one completely right, but ugh. I am so glad homework is worth so much, because it's probably going to be the only reason I pass. :|


Tomorrow is our service project at, uh, Arunah Hill? It's supposed to rain on and off all day so I am Conflicted -- it's also supposed to get up to 58. Theoretically. I dunno if that's going to happen, though. And we're actually probably going to be moving around most of the day, so hm. Maybe I'll just put on like three layers of shirt and then the top layer of my winter coat (it's one of those awesome ones that zips apart, so the top one works as a raincoat and has a hood and everything) and knee socks.

And then IQP meeting at six, for which I have totally not prepared at all. Ugh. I can't believe the third week's over already and we have nothing written.