So Much For My Flu Shot...

Before I start my blog, some announcements. First, apparently Julia is now mad at me because her friends and mother (ahem) read my blog and started bugging her about the term "couply stuff" (mentioned in the blog from Friday) which got me in trouble. So, from now on, no getting me in trouble. I don't mind giving all of you in America the 411, but at least keep her happy, because I have to see her everyday, and I don't like people giving me death glares. Got that? Second of all, I want to say hello to all you people (and if you are Hannah's friends, hello), because I haven't meet you, but I hope you enjoy reading the nightly rambles that I call a blog. So without further ado, the next in a series of increasingly strange events:

When my alarm went off at 5:20 this morning, I knew it was going to be a bad day. I just knew it. It was only Monday, and already I was waking up well before the sun rose. That is not a good sign. Add to that my headache that was still there, and the quickly approaching feeling of wanting to show last night's dinner to the world, and life wasn't looking so good. However, because I just couldn't face getting out of bed, I simply fumbled around for my phone, reset the alarm for 5:45, and closed my eyes again. I felt rather proud of myself for thinking of that. That way, I could still get up early enough to do homework, but I could prepare myself to get out of bed. Score one for the whitey.

On the agenda this morning was history (because I have a test tomorrow) but I didn't get a lot done, before I had to get ready for school. I felt crappy, and definitely like I might A) lose my dinner or B) see my brain for the first time, because my headache might split my head open. Needless to say, I took the bus to school. I was actually later than normal getting there (who knew it would take longer to get ready when you don't feel good?) but luckily didn't miss my bus.

I put my bad feelings down to just my body revolting from waking up so early, and moved on. This morning, I couldn't sit in my Chinese classroom, because Sterling, one of my classmates, was talking to his friends and family via his computer. I didn't want to intrude. So I worked in the fishbowl (the student hang out room) and tried to focus on the history in front of me (which surprisingly didn't go well.) I still wasn't feeling better, and my spirits did not rise when Jamie walked in the door and said "Damn Sophie, you look wasted." Yeah, thanks Jamie.

I got through a couple more pages of history before quitting, and busting out Chinese. That only lasted for a short while (long enough to make sure I knew all my characters for the daily listening quiz) before helping my friend Chris learn his characters (poor guy, he gets at least 30 a night, and they are freaking hard ones). I quite like quizzing people on their characters. I get to yell at them when they get one wrong. :)

Chinese is kinda a blur for me. My quiz went well, and there was nothing particularly thrilling that happened. In either class. Although I did notice that the smog was particularly horrid today. It looked like a really bad case of fog, except this fog didn't go away. Mostly, everything was just shrouded in grey. Be glad if, wherever you are, you can see blue sky. Be glad and think of me.

After Chinese was English, and we had to retake our vocab quiz in that class. I was a little upset about that, but it was rather easy. Just a waste of my time. I'm not a big fan of wasting time. The rest of the class passed rather quickly, and ended with me running out of the room as soon as the bell rang, as per usual. I just went to the cafeteria for lunch, because my friends Julia, Hannah and I all had to have a gossip session. We try to have one of these every once in a while. For some reason, it's just refreshing. Well, it is for me anyway. As long as the attention isn't on me. What can I say, I'm a hypocrite. And because I was still feeling sick, I didn't eat much, so there was more room to talk.

After lunch was history, during which I felt slightly comatose, because my head was pounding. By this point, it was quite obvious that I was sick, and I so did NOT want to be in school. But that was pointless, because at school I was. My teacher helped us get ready for the test tomorrow, and then set us loose. Being set loose for me was to be sent to Calculus. Because I was feeling daring (feeling like you are going to die can do that to you) I just kept calling out answers when he said to. I didn't get one right, but I tried. That is the important thing, right? My friends laughed at me, but words can never hurt me. (of course...)

After school was not quite the riot it could have been. Partly because I was sick, and partly because I had an obscene amount of homework, I just set myself up at a table, and started working. I was a little distracted, but mostly I just zoned out. Although I did zone back in when I didn't understand a math problem so I could grab someone to help me. Luckily, I have friends in high places (ie they know math) so they just help me. It's great.

After a quick break to walk downstairs to buy a drink and flashcards, it was back to studying. I have started following my friend down the stairs at 5, because otherwise I figure I need to get home early so I can actually do homework. It is good for my mental state. And if I leave with someone, I will actually get on my bus and not just mosy my way around to the bus stop. Once home, and once I discovered that no one else was home, I started practicing my Yangqin. It is still hard to play, but I can hit the strings now, so that is an improvement at least. I have a lesson tomorrow, so things could get interesting. Wish me luck.

It wasn't until I got home, and sat down to do homework that I realized I was running a bit of a fever. Nothing serious, just something to make me slightly uncomfortable. I was advised to drink a lot of water, and drink I did. I still felt like crap, but had a beast load of homework, so I sat down and started working. Which is surprisingly hard when you feel like defenestrating yourself (that was one of my vocab words, it means to throw something out of the window). I considered not going to school tomorrow, but because of my history test, I just sucked it up.

I told my dad that I had a headache, but when I assured him that I had medicine and was drinking water, he was fine. He told me to massage my head in certain ways to get rid of my headache, but I didn't. Oh well. The rest of my night was rather boring. I ate, I did homework, and now I am writing my blog. I didn't finish my homework, but I am waking up at 5:25 to finish it. That should be fun. Well, peace out peeps.