please excuse the spurts of drivel. i'm delirious.
gah, so much work to do, so little sleep, and so ill.
not that i could sit through the entire movie of Jumanjii enough to know what it was entirely about, but wouldn't it be crazy if all this reading about the Plague gave me the plague? shit, better go get my onion and treacle to draw out the distemper.

oh, i am taking a poll. when do you think my romate will realize i am not responsible for emptying HER garbage can? it's been at least three weeks. tampon and maxi pad wrappers are spilling out onto the floor. how lovely.does she not notice me emptying mine WEEKLY!? does she not notice that i LINE my trashcans with garbage bags?that i vacuum and disinfect and tidy up the room? no? why not? i don't want to drown in celery-water smell.

someone remind me to call lauren up today and wish her a happy birthday!!!!!
(the 8th- that is in 20 minutes). i love that girl to death, even if she did get me in trouble with my mom the other week(gosh, judy, just because everyone else was drunk doesn't mean i was...yet). but we took her out for a lovely day and that made up for it.