I hate being sick. It drains the happiness out of me. I’m not a giddy person to begin with, so having to wipe my nose six hundred times a night while my whole body feels like it’s being boiled alive makes me super grumpy.

It’s pretty obvious that today pretty much sucked. I studied a few hours for my first biology exam in the computer lab at Powdermaker Hall. I haven’t taken a science class with a lab for a few years and science was never my forte, so I did miserably. Why do I need to know all the cell phases when I am an art education major?! By the way, I don’t mean to say anything bad about science. I just feel like the information will be totally irrelevant and useless for my studies after I take my exams. Augh.

After that, I totally crashed on a couch in the basement floor of Powdermaker Hall for a few hours. That floor was abnormally cold. I wonder if anyone thought I was some homeless person or something. My hair was pretty gross and I think I looked like death was warming up to me.

Why do I always have to get sick so often?!