I'm sick. Pity me.

I'm listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket again. Their new album, Coil, really cheers me up. It peps me up more than the NyQuil can knock me out. I know I already had an entry a while back that worshiped Toad in great detail, but I'm sorry. I have another.

Just one part or one song this time. Not the whole thing.

This is from "Whatever I Fear"...

Hey! Cut out that laughing! You've been reading long enough to know I'm a sap for sappy lyrics. I could be writing about "Little Buddha"

But I'm not. I'm writing about the one that seems to mean something. I'm not doing a very good job of it, but Toad's songs seem to motivate me to write stuff, so be glad they released a cool album. It just means you get to read more. Anyway...aren't those cool lyrics?

Yes, that was all I had to say. I never said they made me write deep and meaningful stuff. Just stuff.

On to other topics. Kristen wants to get her eyebrow pierced. I told her not to. I'm not a big facial piercings fan. I have the hoop up in the top of my ear but that's as far as I go. My sister wants to get her eyebrow pierced too. Please, someone tell me a horror story I can pass on. I just couldn't stand to see either one of them do that.

Watch, my sister got her eyebrow pierced. She's saving the surprise for Friday. She also got a buzz cut, dyed her hair blue, and wears fishnet clothing on a daily basis.

:::crosses fingers, prays she's wrong:::

Don't get me wrong, I went through my goth period, then my punk period, but I never went so far as to do actually permanent things to myself. The furthest I went was blue hair. And pink tights. I still want to do my hair purple, but brown is the first consideration. I like the blond, but I do want to know what I'd look like brunette. If only for a little while.

I'll have to post a new pictures page. I just realized that I don't have any pictures at all now. Over spring break I'm scanning in tons of stuff at home. I've got a camera full of pictures of Kristen and I, and our funny antics in this funky smelling apartment...

What the hell is that smell anyway? Boy, that's gross.

Ugh...it was the garbage. Kristen made tuna yesterday and I made bacon. Not a good smell the day after. Yuck. I sprayed Lysol, hopefully that'll keep the stench away until morning. Yuck.

I should go to bed soon. I'll never get up in time to write that paper tomorrow if I don't. Maybe I should write it now...then sleep late. Maybe. We'll see how I feel when the NyQuil hits me. Right now I'm awake, and I feel extraordinarily hungry. I guess I'm getting well. I just feel like my nose is trying to crawl away, but the sore throat is gone.

Brian was a little offended that I wouldn't give him a good night kiss when he left. But I made him understand that I knew he wouldn't get sick, he'd just hang onto it and get me sick again. He doesn't get sick, he just gets other people sick. All you math majors in Brian's classes...beware! He's got my sick and he's dying to give it to all of you!!!

Ack...enough journal...I need to eat something!