We built this city on rock and roll

First, I must mention that every time I bend over, it adds insane amounts of pressure to my head. That hurts.

Seeing as how my week has been rather uneventful, what with death causing me to miss work and class, I'm going a little stir crazy. Also, it's the first sunny day that we've had in about a week. My first thought was a trip to the beach, or a park with the river, or something. But then I remembered that my battery in my car is dead, therefore I'm going nowhere. I settled on putting on one of my cute new bathing suits (yeah I have 4 now, it's kind of ridiculous.) and going to hang out by the pool. I headed out of my apartment to get my beach bag out of my car, and taped to my door is a green piece of paper informing me that the pool will be closed for the next two weeks due to these RIDICULOUS renovations that they started in MARCH and were supposed to be done by now. So here I am, stuck inside my apartment. And now? Now it's getting cloudy and will probably rain soon. Seems to be the story of my life as of late.

At least I don't have to wear pants.

Try a little tenderness

I am convinced I am dying. That or my body is trying to kill me. And you can't convince me otherwise.

Exhibit A: My nose and throat are trying to suffocate me.

Exhibit B: My head is trying to squeeze my brain until it dies.

Exhibit C: My lungs are trying to exit my body via my mouth.

That's an airtight murder case right there. At least 2nd degree. I haven't determined whether this is pre-meditated or not.

Not much is new. I have two weeks left of my class. I'm pretty excited about that. Then a mini-vacation and back to school.

This week has been a pretty rough week. I missed three days of work, I'm sick, and yesterday my car battery died. Hopefully next week will be better.

I think that's all I've got.

A family trait, I think.

I am a bundle of excitement, this I have figured out. It's 11 p.m. on a Friday night, not to mention the 4th of July, and I'm in bed, with Pride and Prejudice playing in the background, and perfectly content.

Okay, well not perfectly content. I am a little disappointed that my night turned out to be a bust. I was going to go line dancing (make fun if you wish, but I love it!) We got there and it was ridiculously empty. I feel like that describes the day, overall. I worked three hours. THREE HOURS. It was time and a half, so I'll get paid for four and a half, but still.

It was definitely not like the holidays when I lived at home. Though I did get to see fireworks at least. And my neighbors are considerate enough to be sure that I'll be hearing them all night. Hooray. It doesn't seem the same without the barbecuing, spending the day in the pool and sun, and then watching the fireworks with my family. I'm definitely glad my family did stuff like that together, so I can have the memories.

Now, I will resume watching my movie and eating my frozen yogurt. Oh yes, I am the epitome of excitement.