Don't you talk to Billy Idol like that.

I've been trying really hard to cut back on complaininess, but I'm seriously feeling the need to gripe in written form so skip on if you want But GOOD GOD I HATE BEING SICK. At the very least, couldn't it have waited until next week when i don't have class?! Instead I've missed three classes, which here is like feeding money into the garbage disposal. I just can't wake up at 6 in the morning and sit through six hours of studios when I feel like my head is about to blow up and I ache all over and there's bucketloads of snot coming out of my face. So, I've had about 5 or 6 cups of tea in the past 24 hours, which is all I have to drink because I haven't been shopping in a while, and all I've had to eat are quesadillas, oatmeal and some cold cookies. So, I have to haul my grossout behind down to Safeway later so I can spend my precious dollas on orange juice and sudafed, among other things. I HAVE to go back to class tomorrow, since my illustration class has three or four major graded things going on (two crits, museum trip, blah blah). I certainly want to, it's just really uncomfortable to have the pressure of HEY, btdubs, you have about 18 hours to become well enough to be presentable! Then I have over a week when I will be COMPLETELY ALONE because every single person that I know is going somewhere or other for spring break. That's not true, I'll be babysitting my friend's cat Axl and we can hang out together. But seriously, my spring break plans are: 1) hang out with a cat, 2) go see justice by myself, 3) wander the streets of portland aimlessly. Okay, that's not so bad. It'll be a nice chance to catch up on stuff, watch an obscene amount of movies, et cetera. Plus, once spring break is over I only have eight weeks of school left. Big sigh. I really just want to be home now. I absolutely do not like being stuck here, and I don't think this city is as great as people crack it up to be (though admittedly that's mostly because the weather sucks balls, rather than because of the scene). I'm kind of tired of hearing people talk about going home to California, or on vacation to Mexico or whatever. Shit, I want to go to California! But no. I am stuck in rainy, chilly Portland with no money and nothing (read: very little) to do. Well, at least there's sun at this particular moment in time. I can look outside without feeling like I'm going to burst into tears. All there is to watch on tv here is the weather channel, reality tv shows, judge shows, and if I'm really lucky, NBC will come in well enough that I can watch SVU (which I'm not being sarcastic about, I really do like that show). For instance, this morning my choices were weather or regis and kelly. I chose weather, which was depressing because they keep showing the southeast where it says ATLANTA! Sunny and 71 degrees!!!! and I'm like fuck you for reminding me, shitty fake weather channel. Consequently, due to lack of semi-rewarding entertainment, I have been spending way too much time on the interweb. And now for exasperated noise: Eeeaurghaaaaaaallllluuuuuuueeep.

Edit 1:16. As I am wont to do, I suffered a burst of nostalgia and searched the interweb for appeasement. So, via lj which has certainly got enough ancient material to last us all a lifetime, I awkwardly remind you all: http://marchaprilmay.livejournal.com/
Thanks Danny.