January 29, 2004 :: 3:46 p.m.
I need a uterus extraction, stat!
I had a really weird dream two nights ago, wherein one of my front teeth fell out and a new tooth grew in immediately. Except that the new tooth was scarily huge and all bloody and crooked. I forget what else, if anything, happened, but it was just... strange. Because my teeth are firmly planted and hopefully not going anywhere until I die and they're harvested, painted, and sold as novelty dice.
In other news, I am crampy as all hell and not pleased with this in the least. I segued directly from the flu into Monster Period Badness, with no time in between to enjoy, oh, maybe NOT being in some kind of incredible discomfort. Gah. And my skin has gone completely haywire, with the dryness and the unsightly pimples. Usually I have fairly clear skin, and it's certainly never dry. There's generally too much oil present for it to be dry. But recently all of that has gone out the window, and I do not care for it at all. I look... well, icky. More than usual. And that's pretty damn icky.
I have my first Creative Writing II class tonight. I'm actually sort of looking forward to it, although I have a feeling that it's going to be difficult getting back in the habit of actually writing stuff every week. Hopefully most of the same people will make up the group, because I really liked most of them. And I don't really like a lot of people, especially people that I attend school with. But these were mostly older people, or people my age who didn't suck. Because people who suck don't take creative writing. At least that's how I'm rationalizing it. In any case, I need to get my butt on the road around 5:45, so pretty soon I have to go downstairs and make some dinner. Probably a parmesan ranch "chicken" pita again. Mmm. I know that variety is the spice of life and all, but some thing are just yummy enough to eat every day. Like chocolate, and apparently this pita concoction.
Urg. My stomach is obviously trying to eat itself from the inside out. Thoroughly unpleasant. I'll probably pop some "cramprin," a.k.a. generic Pamprin, before I go to class, because... ow.
Well, kids, I'm off to pack up my book bag and forage for dinner. I'll update later if anything of interest happens. So, you know, I probably will, don't count on anything stimulating.
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