June 04, 2004 :: 1:24 a.m.
The Call of the Wild Snack Food
Urgh. My throat is killing me. It started feeling a little raw and scratchy this morning, and has steadily gotten worse since then. It hurts to swallow. Stuff tastes funny. I don't like it one bit. It's JUNE, for christ's sake - I cannot be getting sick.
Also, there's an evil little bubble of poison ivy on the inside of my right pointer finger. I just noticed it about an hour ago. Ick. I fully intend to tear it open and pour peroxide in it before I go to sleep, because it's bugging the crap out of me. And there's also this thing where I enjoy pouring peroxide on cuts/sores/etc and watching them foam and pus, but that's another issue entirely.
What? We all have our things.
Adam and I went on the Hunt for the Great White Jelly Beans tonight. We wanted Jelly Bellies, you see. The Yummy Gummy Zoo in the Camp Hill mall used to be the place to get them, but since they closed we've been experiencing and jelly bean drought. None of the grocery stores that used to have them seem to anymore. It's very depressing. After a fruitless trip to the Enola Giant this evening, we hopped online and discovered that a Giant in New Cumberland sells Jelly Bellies. It was a bit more running around than I'd have liked - there's this whole guilt issue with the driving and gas prices being insane and neither of us being made of money - but now I have a nice little sack of jelly beans in the delicious flavors of my choosing. Strawberry daiquiri, toasted marshmallow, strawberry cheesecake, caramel apple, cream soda, root beer, Dr. Pepper, coconut, and watermelon, in case you were interested. They didn't have one of my all-time favorites, cantaloupe, but what can you do? Beggars can't be choosers and all that.
Didn't go jogging today. Big surprise. Woke up at 9:30, turned my alarm off, fell back asleep until 11 when Mason called asking to be picked up from school. After nearly 9 hours of sleep I was still dead tired. What's that all about? Because it's really not cool. I've never had trouble sleeping, in the strictest sense. I'm a very deep sleeper. The trains that ran right outside of my window at LVC didn't wake me up. Thunderstorms don't. When I'm out, I am, for the most part, out. But it's not always the most restful sleep. It's been like that lately - get plenty of sleep, but wake up feeling worse than you did when you laid down the night before. It's getting really annoying, frankly. I have to train myself to get up early in preparation for the deadly 8:15 am class I have this fall, and this is SO not helping.
Gah. Tired. I have to run my grandma around tomorrow afternoon (or this afternoon, if you'd like to get technical), and though there are about 12,000 less-productive things I'd rather be doing, I can't complain too much. I'm dead broke and she always slips me gas money before I leave, so... yeah. My lack of motivation is really starting to sting here, because this no money thing? Sucks. More so now that my dad isn't living here. I hate asking my mom for money; she never seems too thrilled to give me any, so I tend to avoid it altogether. But I have 1/4 tank of gas and until I do procure employment the only sources of funds that I can see outside of my parents are prostitution and plasma donation. Neither is very appealing, so I welcome this little stint as Taxi Driver. Well, maybe "welcome" is too strong a word. "Grudgingly appreciate" seems more appropriate.
And an apt description of me right now would be "too tired to function." So, sleep. Hopefully complete with those actual replenishing qualities I hear so much about.
edited 1:56 a.m. Okay, what the fuck? I just noticed that an entry from April is on my current archive page. So I went to try and fix it, but I can't find the stupid entry ANYWHERE. I can't archive it where it's supposed to be because it's not listed. I can't edit it, or delete it, or anything because apparently IT DOES NOT EXIST. And yet I can read it. WTF? Seriously. Someone explain this.
Ah, now it's gone. But it's still not listed on the April archive page, and I still can't find it to edit/delete it. Diaryland must be having some kind of spaz. Which is why, at 2 am, I should be sleeping. Let this be a lesson to me.
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of fruits and menstruation - March 15, 2005