Yeah, that's me... only what I'd look like if i was a boy, and ten years younger.
What the crap. I am sick, again. I JUST had a fever two weeks ago, PLUS a nasty ol' cold sore on my lip. And now, two weeks later, during finals, I'm sick again. And not that anyone wants to know, but I'm also on my period. Son of a crap.
I'm so sick of school. That's what making me sick.. uh, yeah! It must be. Well, I'm sure it's a sweet little, brightly colored-tied with a bow-just in time for christmas-package of things.
1-The Subways. Every germ possible is transmitted in a congested, slightly warm, and completely uncomfortable train car. Everything from your common cold to who knows--TB. (Yeah--I learned that in microbio.) yuck. I used to think that riding the subways was cool.. oh silly silly Bean. Every tard-muffin rides on there from the hours of 11pm--on. Just when I'm getting off work. lovely. Yes, I feel bad for a lot of the folks on there. But just like Disney-Land, it's fun for the first 8 hours--lines, watching people, having a good time-then you've ridden the cool rides, and you're ready to bust out of there, past the candy rocks, the fudge, and the creepy, yet cool, Disney themed windows. You make like a baby and head out.
2-Work. As a server, I have about 6 pens that I have to watch very closely. There are pen-thieves among the workplace. I finally bought some bright rainbow ones that are MINE! MINE! ALL MINE! Either way, the pens get shared among all kinds of people, which I doubt wash their hands after using the bathroom, or after riding the train. Germs, germs, and more germs.
3-The weather. I came to work SOOO heated one day. It was both snowing AND raining. PICK ONE, I said. But you can't have both! c'mon! So it made it icy and cold, yet every time I walked by a building, I got a huge drop of water right on my forehead. Remember that game aggravation? I remember I used to get SOOO mad at Meagan during that game, so yeah, I got THAT mad.
I think the worse thing about being sick is I dont have my Mommy here to take care of me. That was the best. You guys know what I'm talking about.. making custard, soup, buying 7-up, laying cold towels on our foreheads, cleaning up our boogies (which SHE ABSOLUTELY HATES!) and vomit, buying us whatever we wanted at the grocery store. I love my Mommy. She's the best.
It makes me sad that I don't have my Mommy around me. I CAN'T wait to come home. I may even pretend that I'm sick, just so she pays attention to me, and only me. With these cute babies, the baby of the Maughan family has some freak'n tough competition. :(
So I'm being a baby right now, so message me and tell me you love me. I said. And tell me what you want for christmas. And Weston, I don't want it to be some ridiculous Indian Jone's bag that's darn near impossible to find. Why can't you just say boxers or something easy... always gotta be a pain.
I love you fam. I'll see you in about a week or so. Wish me luck on my finals. I love you all. :)
