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My sunglasses could hide a black eye? Nice to know!

I really should be doing any of these things:

• 5 classes' worth of work.
• Clean my bedroom.
• Write 3 reviews.
• Go through piles of papers.
• Get some CEU's done.

But instead of doing those things, which would entail me getting up, I'm laying around, listening to the nicest song and contemplating things. Such as today when I was walking around in campus with some time to kill, I notice a new growing trend: Girls dressing up to go to class. And I'm talking club-worthy clothes here.

Perfect example? This one that walked by me wearing, I kid you not, 3-inch heels. In a college campus. At 11 in the morning. Seriously. Coupled with the skin-tight knee-high pants and the boobs-spilling top, it was pretty crazy.

I'm not saying that all girls should look as ratty as I did but in my defense, I was only wearing a sweater, jeans and sneakers. Very casual, but compared to that? I probably looked like a bum.

But that's not the point - it's just that it seems, to me, ridiculous how some of these girls feel the need to dress up (and don't even get me started on the make-up) to go to class. There's nothing wrong with looking nice but there's a difference between that and looking ready to hit the clubs, know what I'm saying?

Now, I'm not saying that all girls are dressing like that. Most of the girls that I've seen have been dressed casually like me. So at least not of all us have gone crazy.

And I'm sure guys think that this is pretty hot. But there's a time and a place for looking like a slut, i.e. Halloween, beach party, etc, and a college campus ain't one of them.

P.S: I still need a new gmail account.

P.S.S: I'd like this. It's lovely. Thanks.

"Girl, I can see your thong."

I need a new email address, pronto! Thing is, I've been stuck on what username to pick and no, Liz, I'm not getting MrsAllensbitch, kthx. Any suggestions?

I actually had to take a shower and put on some underwear to go to Statistics. Crazy, I know. I sit next to this guy - his name's Heith? Keith? Something like that - and ohmygod, we try SO hard to ignore each other, it's downright funny. We've never said one word to each other but we're so obvious in trying to act like the other isn't there. Why? Who knows. And here's the thing, it's not like he can't go sit somewhere else. I like my seat and I'm not moving.

Because it's Stats and I hate anything that has to do with math, and let's be honest, it's funny I've started to instead of sitting closer to the edge, I sit a tiny bit closer to him. He somehow manages to still maintain a distance, the bastard. It's not obvious that I'm trying to mess with him but it entertains me so what the hell.

I've got to get my jollies somewhere.

I'm a lazy (sick) bum.

Last night I had to come around midnight. I felt like I was going to die, I was so sick. I spiked a fever, I was dizzy (guzzling OJ only helped for a few minutes) I ended up telling Sue I had to leave and calling Debby to let her know.

When I got home, I barely managed to take off my scrubs, throw a shirt on, and wash my face before I crashed and didn't wake up until 4, literally moaning with a fever. I shuffled to the kitchen, took my temp, managed to get some Tylenol with a sip of water then went right back to bed.

Honestly, I don't think I've ever had such a worse cold before. If it wasn't for my mom that has been getting to drink soup and fluids, I wouldn't have eaten anything for the past two days.

I've been in bed all day and I don't intend to get out anytime soon.

Oh, and my nose? The skin's peeled so bad that I'm pretty sure the first layer has been completely wiped by tissues. Lovely.

Your ass is vibrating.

Cute Kevin in the ER thinks I'm 12.

Goddammit.

I told him I'm 20 and he bumped it up to 16. Gee, thanks! Really - Do I look that young? I'd post a picture if it wasn't that:

1) My eyes are totally bloodshot.

2) My nose is red. And I mean RED. Call me Rudolph.

So there goes my chance at sexxing him up. Not that I was even going to try, mind you. I don't sleep with co-workers. Anymore. And technically, J was never really a co-worker, he worked on another totally different floor.

AND I don't think this hospital has a policy against workers sleeping with each other. At least, not that I know of. It doesn't matter anyway.

I'm waiting until 11 to go home. I feel absolutely craptacular.

I can't believe this -

But I'm actually enjoying reading my Ethics book. Crazy, I know. I mean, it's ETHICS. Since when is that fun? Well, not really fun but not mind-numbing boredom either. I'm also re-reading Katie MacAlister's Aisling Grey novels. I'm on number 3 right now because hello? I love Jim-dog.

I'm also in the process is getting sick. Lovely. I wonder if I could call off sick tomorrow and I still get paid. Y'know, I might have to look into that.. Since of course, I wouldn't want my patients' already compromised immune system to get worse, of course. Cough cough.

I want: Kresley Cole's new book - Need I say more?