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Oct. 30th, 2009 11:22 pmSo, since Halloween is my favorite holiday, the universe has apparently decreed that every single one of them is going to get fucked up, usually with some sort of super awkward social situation (the sophomore years take the cake for that... high school, the people in my group costume were all lame and didn't want to go and generally cranky and then we ended up just hanging out being crabby, then I fell asleep at the Jacoby's and didn't get home until way after curfew, which meant I was in trouble for *weeks*, and college, I had another group costume where the group was incomplete, plus unrequited love troubles, mono and two stalkers). In the absence of something awkward socially (also sometimes not in absence thereof), I'll get sick.
I was really looking forward to this weekend (and I'm trying to still do so!). Today was watching zombie movies all evening, and we were planning on going to Drag Ball. Tomorrow is (supposed to be?) volunteering at the Higgins Armory all day, in costume, and a party at Clement street in the evening, and Nicole is having a Day of the Dead brunch Sunday morning. I have no particular social drama going on; there is nobody seeking my company I am trying to shake, and I have enough people who seem to want my company who I *do* like that I'm not wandering around awkwardly trying to find something to do without imposing.
And so, of course, sometime between eleven o'clock and eleven-thirty this morning, I got sick. And so I skipped classes, and have spent all day drinking tea and watching movies, and I'm going to load up on meds and go to bed liek right now and hope I can (a) sleep and (b) get all the way better by tomorrow.
Gyaaagh.
I was really looking forward to this weekend (and I'm trying to still do so!). Today was watching zombie movies all evening, and we were planning on going to Drag Ball. Tomorrow is (supposed to be?) volunteering at the Higgins Armory all day, in costume, and a party at Clement street in the evening, and Nicole is having a Day of the Dead brunch Sunday morning. I have no particular social drama going on; there is nobody seeking my company I am trying to shake, and I have enough people who seem to want my company who I *do* like that I'm not wandering around awkwardly trying to find something to do without imposing.
And so, of course, sometime between eleven o'clock and eleven-thirty this morning, I got sick. And so I skipped classes, and have spent all day drinking tea and watching movies, and I'm going to load up on meds and go to bed liek right now and hope I can (a) sleep and (b) get all the way better by tomorrow.
Gyaaagh.
