Well, considering that hardly anyone knows about this blog yet, and I haven't actually bothered to tell anyone about it, this post appears to be alarmingly futile. At least, that's the impression I get. I've only got about five minutes to work on this before I have to head over to Liz's to have dinner. She's making chicken, and is a wonderful person. I say this because she is fully aware that I am incapable of taking care of myself in troublesome situations, and because she has some notion of what it means to be an average human being, is helpful.
But, yes, I am sick. The usual cold, cough, runny nose symptom dealio. Thankfully I have not yet resorted to getting my pockmarked hands on some of the over-the-counter meds here, because of the fact that they have basically no drug testing boards over here. Don't get me wrong, the United States takes about eighty five years before they actually decide to approve anything:
Surgeon General: So, are we ready to disclose that controversial vaccine that will prevent the dreadful Polio vaccine?
Scientist: Well, yes sir, but....
Surgeon General: But what? This needs to get out to the public, so that future generations will not have to suffer the way their forefathers did.
Scientist: See, umm...Polio was eradicated several decades ago, sir. We just kinda were forced to continue testing during that time.
Surgeon General: So...we're talking like, everywhere? Is this one of those diseases that even those sad looking, rib-showing, children on the "Save The Children" commercials don't actually have?
Scientist: Almost likely, sir. If it would make you feel better, we could always come forward with the fact that we have the cure to AIDS figured out. That'd make a good press release!
Surgeon General: Nah, let's just wait that one out a bit longer...
Scientist: But, sir...
Surgeon General: You heard exactly what I said.
That being said, I've resorted lately to buying two rather large boxes of Kleenex from the Hillhead Shop. Each of which cost two American dollars. For such a fare, I was honestly expecting them to have small diamonds embedded into the small floral patterns, and to be moisturized with the famed elixir of life...but I can see how that would probably keep them from ever having any repeat customers. Aside from the price, I'm more concerned about the notion that all of the people that work at the Hillhead Shop are now quite convinced that I am a chronic masturbator, if not ill. If there are any other reasons that men would find themselves at the mercy of purchasing large quantities of TISS-ues (as they like to call them here) I wouldn't know.
Well, I could spin the purchases off with the understanding that I get unimaginably sensitive during film viewings of any sort, and must have some sort of an absorbing force to keep my caring and frail nature from drowning the viewing populous. Riight. As it stands, I can either come across as the revival of the Bubonic Plague (and they would just eat it up, the notion that an AMERICAN of all people, would bring this plague upon them) a chronic masturbator, a flamer, or an overly sappy emo (even though emos are likely more inclined to wipe their tears with a blood-stained cloth they've kept over their years of 'cutting'). I guess my lesson to fellow males is to avoid the purchase of Kleenex at any cost. Women, who wonder why men seem to not want to leave the house, when they appear to have nothing more than a cold...it's because of the simple act of having to buy Kleenex. It kills us, ladies...honestly.
*note...this blog entry was continued, and, consequently modified Monday afternoon*
Well, I just got out of class about a half hour ago, went to the Hub, got myself some money that will hopefully last me through the week, and hopped on this computer. I've got about two more weeks before the semester is over...three more weeks before I have to leave the dorms. I admit I neither have tickets, nor a solid idea of what I'm doing over break. To the students that are going home, I wish I was with you, because if I thought that living on the Pound was hard enough with housing covered, being on the move certainly won't help things...especially with the recent surges of the Euro. That being said, I'm hoping to end up somewhere where housing can at least be taken care of. Norway...perhaps? I know it's an odd suggestion, both because it won't have me on the move, like a lot of students will be, and because the average American has very little knowledge of Scandinavia, aside from Swedish bikini models, but it really looks like my best shot.
Granted, I really don't like the notion of having to impose upon people, or being in debt to people in any various capacity. I always get the feeling that the moment I take a few dollars, or a small gift, or allow anyone to bail me out of some inextricable scenario, the "favor" in return will be comparable to Faustus handing over his soul to Satan. On top of that, nobody ever asks a normal favor of me. It's usually something like, "Nick, could you find out what this person's real middle name is?" or "Nick, could you go a little out of your way today, and manage to get your hands on a contract killer for me, I've got some issues that need...cleaning up." And this, is why I never get myself in debt to people.
Other than that, I've basically got two essays to write before Friday of next week. It's odd, really. I've never had two essays due on the same day, and that made it quite easy in prioritizing how I was to proceed with the two. For some odd reason, having these two on the same day has really thrown me for a loop, and while you, my limited and probably random readers, have no interest in when these things are due, or how I plan to deal with them, I'm going to post such up, if only as a frequent and constant reminder to myself.
Religion essay: rough draft completed by Friday. Submit and advisory work done by end of weekend.
Spend all of week two on the English essay...try to get research done by the end of the weekend, after finishing the Religion essay.
Will any of this hold true?
Probably not.
But...you can't say I didn't at least try.
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