The Kit Kat Club

Back in Oberlin. It's good to be back even at the same time as I miss being home. I wish I could be in two places at once.

I am pretty sure the Lorain County Transit buses were sent from hell purely to torment me. Worst bus ride EVER. I was one of the last people to get on, and they were jamming people in the aisle because there were so many Obies desperate to get back to the college and they couldn't really fit us all. So I ended up standing in the aisle with my huge backpack and huger suitcase. WHAT HAPPENED TO GIVING UP YOUR SEAT TO GIMPS, PEOPLE? Eh, I'm not really noticeably crippled anymore, and didn't really need to sit down more than anyone else, I guess. But it was hot and gross on the bus and I got all faint and nauseous, it was not good times.

Weird moment at the Philly airport, by the way. I was standing in line at the gate, and suddenly this random guy behind me leans down and says "Did you have bunion surgery?"

I was totally baffled. Do people who get bunion surgery need to protect their feet afterwards? I guess I can kind of understand that, but it was so RANDOM. And like, who the hell asks random people about their BUNIONS? What gave you the idea that that was an acceptable conversation topic? If I HAD had bunion surgery, would I suddenly want to start having a friendly chat about my feet with a stranger? I don't think so. Besides, OLD people get bunions :( Do I really look old enough to have them? That's depressing.

Anyway. I had a fun evening. And I had a nice surprise when I logged into my online bank account for the first time in months. I've been avoiding doing that because I was pretty sure I was out of money, and didn't want the depressing confirmation. But I actually still had almost $100 in there. Awesome!

After that, I had a panic attack for about a half hour. Everywhere on the internet is sold out of Harley Quinn costumes. EVERYWHERE. Finally I found one on Ebay. Not ideal -- handmade and "slightly damaged," plus quite a bit more expensive than the regularly marketed costume. But it seemed like my best bet, so I clicked "buy it now," only to discover that Paypal has rejected me from its existence. I spent ages trying to recover my password and/or email address, trying every single combination I could think of, and Paypal just kept going "nope. You don't exist." Eventually I created a whole new account and fixed the problem. *sigh* I can't believe I spent $80 on a Halloween costume. This had better be an AWESOME Halloween.

Piscapo's Arm has a performance on Saturday. That terrifies me a little. But you should all come. I don't care where you live, you should come.

Restin'. Recuperatin'. Convalescin'!

I haven't thought about this Monty Python sketch in years, but it's bizarrely appropriate to my life right now.


I just tried to get out of bed and hustle over to a Piscapo's Arm rehearsal, and my leg was like "UH UH GIRL NO." Don't know what the hell I did to it today, but it hurts like a biiiitch. So! I'm staying in.

And I'm going to relay to you the conversation I had with my nephew last night. We "talk" on AIM a lot -- I type something to him, yelena_r0ssini tells him what I said and transcribes his response.

( Cut for length, SERIOUS cuteness, and the political views of a four year old. )

After that he wandered off. And no, I have no idea what he was talking about in regards to Palin. But still, freaking AWWWW, right?

With PICTURES!

( My cast and the gorgeous bruise underneath it. )

yelena_r0ssini sent me Rosh Hashanah pictures of my niece and nephew. I looked at them and barely recognized them, especially Yelena. Lysander looks so grown-up. He's not a bitty toddler anymore, he's a real KID and he goes to school and everything. He just looks so much older. And Yelena! The baby I left behind was just learning to grab things, and she couldn't move herself around at all. And now she's learning to lift up her head and tries to crawl, and her face just looks so different...it's kind of upsetting, honestly. I hate missing them growing up. But here are pictures of said gorgeous kidlets and their gorgeous mama.

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According to Student Health, I just have a really bad cold and am not actually sick. Still feel like crap though. My voice is going; I sound like I'm 50 and smoke three packs a day.

I've started moving around without crutches because I'm in a "walking cast." (Which just velcroes on so I can take it off to shower -- yay, no fiddling with plastic bags and rubber bands.) It actually hurts like a bitch to walk without crutches because I'm putting weight on the leg, but in my opinion it's worth it to be able to carry stuff. However, I move UNBELIEVABLY slowly and make very threatening "ker-CLUNK" noises as I walk. I feel old and creepy. The smoker-voice, achiness, and constant sniffling do not help this feeling at all.

There's so much stuff I need to catch up on D: My professors were all really nice about giving me extensions and stuff, but now I find myself with two papers due on Friday, plus a quiz and exam to take. Yikes.

FOR TONIGHT/TOMORROW:
Read the legal speeches for SWK that I never got around to reading when they were assigned.
Go over notes and lecture Powerpoints for Psych.
Do last Thursday's reading for SWK.
Try to come up with theses for my two papers.
Go over the modules for the Psych quiz I missed.

...Yikes.

Tuesday evening: Break my leg.
Thursday morning: Wake up with the worst cold I've ever had.
Friday morning: Get a cast on leg as cold develops into full-on achy sickness.
Friday evening: Wake up with my period.

So that's me right now: Broken leg, so sick I slept all day and feel like I can't move because everything hurts, and I've got my period.

...Ok, I've been really drunk these past two weekends, but I did not, repeat, DID NOT vomit or pee on any holy buildings. That much I know.

In fact, I find it somewhat suspicious that this all started about a week and a half after I started GOING to synagogue.

Seriously, wtf.

Thank goodness for my amazing friends, who are still amazing even though I won't let them within 10 feet of me.

So apparently it's not enough to have a broken leg.

I also had to wake up this morning with what is probably one of the worst colds I've ever had.

...Seriously world? Is this really necessary?

I feel like I'm in a frigging nightmare.

I haven't even gotten out of bed today because everything feels so crappy.

ARGH. Somebody make something stop D:

What is good for making cold symptoms suck less? (No fancy chicken soup recipes. I'm in a dorm. I want cheap and easy like your mom.)

So here is pretty much how it went down.

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There's a lot of logistic stuff I have to work out. My RA is trying to get me an elevator key so I don't have to maneuver 4 flights of stairs to and from my room. Pants will also be tricky and I will most likely have to destroy a few pairs. Doors will also be troublesome. I have to figure out how to get my prescribed pain meds. (How much money do I need for that?) I have to call the hospital with insurance information. I need to figure out if I still have to take the Psych test on Thursday.

But right now, I need to sleep. I actually have Intro to Judaism tomorrow, and we have a day off for Rosh Hashanah, so I don't need to be up until noon or so. Yay!

Today I got hit by a car and broke my leg.

Whatever YOU did to celebrate Rosh Hashanah, I bet it wasn't half as extreme as that.