Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Rootbeer-flavored cough drops are really quite good.
A week or two ago (back when I actually went to work instead of calling in sick), a girl comes up to the teller windows to dissuade us from walking by the library. There was a bird that allegedly attacked students by the library entrance. In fact, this girl claimed that it flew into her and tried to peck the back of her head.
Also, the biggest bird crap known to humankind is now resting on my car's front windshield. Seriously, this is monstrous. It reminds me of that [The] Office episode in which Packer leaves Michael a "gift" on his carpet. Maybe this was done out of birdlove.
I might reassume my suspicious stance against Lubbock birds in the summertime.
This bird hostility is really quite unwarranted. My brother saved a bird yesterday. It had fallen into a bucket full of water in our backyard, and Will happened to notice it splashing around as he was walking to his car. He unceremoniously dumped it out on the grass, then continued to work. We seriously thought it was going to die, because it mostly just layed there and looked pathetic, but eventually, it dried off, hopped around, and flew away.
Does reading Reading Lolita in Tehran make me Middle Eastern? I didn't think so, but someone I helped at work did. I'm adding this to my list of mistaken ethnicities.
Gah, my throat really hurts. And Lubbock is being taken over by caterpillars. Not good news.
Yesterday and today were good days. I talked to Steph and Sara, found Rainbow Brite stickers to put on my iPod, and painted my toenails purple. My life has become much simpler these past few months.
Here's a piece of advice to everyone: follow the instructions for medication. I used too much sore throat spray, and my tongue went temporarily numb.
Which reminds me of the antibiotics I was taking last week. The accompanying instructions said that it also treats and prevents malaria. I had heard a long time ago that there were two types of malaria medication: one gives you horrifying, emotionally-scarring nightmares, and the other will make you desparately ill. I was fine. I had one dream about giving birth which was horrifying at the time, but I'm over it now. I also had a dream that I was Elrond's chief elfin advisor. Last night I dreamed that our house was turned into a residence hall, and Liz and Trista were living in our front room. None of these are malaria-quality dreams.
None of this was really about much of anything.
Also, the biggest bird crap known to humankind is now resting on my car's front windshield. Seriously, this is monstrous. It reminds me of that [The] Office episode in which Packer leaves Michael a "gift" on his carpet. Maybe this was done out of birdlove.
I might reassume my suspicious stance against Lubbock birds in the summertime.
This bird hostility is really quite unwarranted. My brother saved a bird yesterday. It had fallen into a bucket full of water in our backyard, and Will happened to notice it splashing around as he was walking to his car. He unceremoniously dumped it out on the grass, then continued to work. We seriously thought it was going to die, because it mostly just layed there and looked pathetic, but eventually, it dried off, hopped around, and flew away.
Does reading Reading Lolita in Tehran make me Middle Eastern? I didn't think so, but someone I helped at work did. I'm adding this to my list of mistaken ethnicities.
Gah, my throat really hurts. And Lubbock is being taken over by caterpillars. Not good news.
Yesterday and today were good days. I talked to Steph and Sara, found Rainbow Brite stickers to put on my iPod, and painted my toenails purple. My life has become much simpler these past few months.
Here's a piece of advice to everyone: follow the instructions for medication. I used too much sore throat spray, and my tongue went temporarily numb.
Which reminds me of the antibiotics I was taking last week. The accompanying instructions said that it also treats and prevents malaria. I had heard a long time ago that there were two types of malaria medication: one gives you horrifying, emotionally-scarring nightmares, and the other will make you desparately ill. I was fine. I had one dream about giving birth which was horrifying at the time, but I'm over it now. I also had a dream that I was Elrond's chief elfin advisor. Last night I dreamed that our house was turned into a residence hall, and Liz and Trista were living in our front room. None of these are malaria-quality dreams.
None of this was really about much of anything.
# posted by Anna : 4:05 PM
