How Bugles May Have Saved My Life

Warning.
I may or may not have coughed on this blog. You may want to take precautionary measures such as wearing a face mask, sterile gloves, thoroughly washing your hands every 2 minutes or so, or burning your computer after use. If you get sick or start showing symptoms of illness as a result of this blog, you may not hold me, my body, or affiliates of my body at fault legally, illegally or otherwise. By reading this you have agreed to the terms and conditions previously stated. Ha HA! Got you NOW!

Just to clarify, I am still sick. I am not, however, hallucinating-existentialism-fever-dreams sick like I was yesterday. I've got to give my body credit, it knows when to throw shit like this at me. All week (or since Wednesday round-abouts) I had this little annoyance in my throat just behind that little dip in between my collar bones. This persisted till Friday, when right after precal, after I ate lunch (4:30 maybe?) my body decided to give me notice with the biological equivalent of a General Protection Fault. Oh but it gets worse. I slept the rest of that day, and feeling a little better the next morning, I talked to mum about it. remedies were suggested, courses of action were laid out, and advice was given. Essentially I was to get a treatment (I picked Theraflu), drink plenty of fluids, and at the suggestion of a local nurse, sleep if I felt I needed it. I slept almost the whole of that day. I didn't eat. I didn't drink. My room was sweltering hot and I had a fever. That whole day was a mixture of fever dreams, psychedelic epiphanies, and sick feelings whenever I even thought about food or water. Eventually, in the evening, I woke up and threw up. Almost made it to the toilet too. Things started getting better after that. I ate a little, drank a little, and eventually managed to go back to bed. Again, I woke up at ten, vomiting curses instead of stomach contents, mostly at whatever idiot designed these dorms without a proper ventilation system, preventing cool air from coming through my open window and into my bloody hot room. I still think they're an idiot of the highest order. I went outside to get some cool air in me. Strangely, I found myself to be hungry. Eventually I found some Bugles, which I bought and ate. As anticlimactic as that sounds, that's quite the point.

Like the Beating of a Drum

Is this blog not intended as a good thing for me? Then why, pray tell, am I up late yet again, with bags under my eyes and a fuzzy grasp of the near future?

I must say this does not bode well. I have four teachers (despite three classes, but not to worry), three of these are English and History teachers, and one of these cannot keep a class riveted to save her life. I believe my quote is, or ought to be, "Paying attention in class keeps me from being bored." That was doodled in one blank space in my pre-cal class. I must say, I am learning, but to say that is to say that the man in the desert, having found a sippy-cup of water, is drinking. They're using some system called ALEKS. I am not entirely sure I wish to be ruled by a thing created by people that cannot seem to spell it's name correctly. That said, perhaps I'm not in a position to judge (cue laughtrack). I was assulted by ALEKS during my orientation. He judged me without letting me know what I was doing wrong, tricked me with vague questions and expectations, and used wordings and notation that I had neither seen nor used before. Still, perhaps that last bit wasn't entirely ALEKS' wrongdoings. Perhaps someone well taught, with a doctorate maybe, should have taught us these things instead of inflating his ego with long winded speeches. Yet here I am, sitting in Math 107, Pre-Cal, learning to play ALEKS' game, breaking through ALEKS' notation, and eventually I will satisfy his unchallangable judgement. I will listen to the lectures of ALEKS' deciple, and read ALEKS' texts, and fortify myself against his tricks one by one, until ALEKS' will find no more exits to the maze of it's creation. Perhaps sooner than ALEKS might think.

Let There be Blog!

I'm wearing the school colors to bed. Red shirt with grey underwear.

I said there'd be a blog entry and DAMNIT THERE'LL BE A DAMN BLOG ENTRY! Even if it IS two hours past my rediculously early bed time and even if I DO have to get up even more rediculously early to maintain my over all rediculous college sleeping schedule! But that's the test then isn't it? I've chosen this rediculous sleeping schedule because it's easy to keep (I'm usually in bed before any temptation to stay up arrives) and it feels good (I like sleep. Sleepy sleep sleep.) plus it gives me time in the morning to organize everything (Mom eat your heart out). Then again, It seems that college society just isn't organized for sleeping like that. We had a hall meeting today that dragged on late, and although I cannot blame that for keeping me up THIS late, it did mean I was taking my shower an hour after I wanted to. I was worried that I'd have classes that kept me up too late, but that seems very much not to be the case, and my roomie doesn't really seem to bother me or vice versa, so that all works out. Now I'm just worried that I'm sleeping too much, and I wonder if I can actually do all the things I need and want to.

FINE! If THAT'S how you want to play it!

So apparently google has yet to grasp the concept of the humble [tab] based indent. They can basically do whatever they want and we'll come gawking like pigeons for feed, but they have yet to understand that tab can be used for indenting.

Hello. This is my blog, I hope it suits your purposes. I am a brand shiny new freshman, straight out of the package, at WSU, and I'd like to think I have all the experience that comes with that. I'm tired, I'm hot, and I've been rushed from place to place for the past couple of days as the instructors and advisors chant instructions and helpful noise at me. There's been plenty of presentations, arguably on much the same thing. We're rushed from place to place and promptly been made to wait as the sun bears down upon us like we're an insult to it's integrity. Today, we were finally sat down with a councellor to sign up for classes, and I very much believe that my Orientation Councelor's group was the very last one in line for this, so that made things convenient. I've barely got a first set of classes, one of which I've got to attend simply to beg the professor to squeese me in. I'm hardly even taking any engineering classes, just pre cal. The rest are english and general education (whatever that means) classes. Two of each. Yay.

Welcome to college.

This blog is largely going to be an eclectic collection of writing, as Mum is making me do it. I apologize for the lack of structure or locus, but right about now I'm tired and hot, so please you to live with it.