Sick

I am feverishly, mucuusly, disgustingly sick.
So I'm watching Grey's Anatomy, but it only makes my stomach ache more. They're so stupid for people who supposedly passed medical school.
My brother's radio show is playing over the computer speakers at the same time, so the combined noise is giving me a nasty headache. Still, this is the first show of his I've tuned into all of 2009, so I can't turn it off. And there isn't a remote for the TV, so I can't shut off Grey's Anatomy without climbing out of my chair. OK I did it anyway.
A Google search pulled up nothing on "things to do when you're sick," other than blogs by people who are under the weather. I can't actually do anything blogwise, since I only have three posts. I'm too lazy to pick up a real pen and write in my actual journal, so this is kind of cheating. Also the Harry Potter books I eyed from my sick bed are too heavy to read.
I won't gross you out with details of the sinus pressure and phlegm I'm dealing with, but it's pretty sick. I've missed two days of school (though I did go yesterday morning for a math test), and I'm setting myself up for a third tomorrow. I HAVE to be better by Saturday, so I can go to the b'nei mitzvah of my friend's twin siblings. I went to a public middle school with only two Jewish kids, neither one a close friend, so I completely missed out on the fun. Plus, the people throwing this one are apparently sparing no expense on the celebration, so I'm sure it will be something worth seeing. Vitamins and juice are in my future, if I want to get well in a snap!
Plus plenty of coughing stuff up.
On a happier note: I managed to turn in my term paper without visiting the psychiatric ward of Research Medical Center. That's a positive, I guess.

Term Papers suck

I have four and half more pages to write about the world expositions in France between 1855 and 1900. It's not even interesting anymore. The paper is due tomorrow, the first draft, so it's not like I can pick a new topic. I have no research time left. Eleven library books surround me on the couch. I make up each sentence in my paper, then find a passage in one of the books that supports it. I shuffle the books around so I have a variety of sources. I haven't bothered doing anything on it in three hours. I need to be done by 7 o' clock. And I still have some stupid math homework to finish.

This is the math homework I should have finished at the Math Homework party I went to last Thursday. Why didn't I get the math done? I was making scones. I know they are a crowd-pleaser, and everyone definitely liked them, but my math homework was left woefully incomplete. Crap.

I wish I were more hardworking. I work at some stuff, so people get this impression that I put effort into stuff, but it's not really true.

If this paper had been finished last week, I could have had this entire break to have fun. It's not like I didn't know this a week ago. I actually was tired every day after school. I actually did have homework and meetings and other things on my mind. But...this paper really sucks.

I'm also bummed I didn't get a chance to test for my license on Friday. Hopefully I can get that done later this week.