| | There's alot of things about me I'd like to change.
Such as, I wish being social didn't feel so awkward.
Or
I wish that I wasn't so coy.
Or
I wish I didn't do art as much and could just be one of those naturally gifted engineers.
But it's kind of like how a short person will say how much they hate being short.
That's just the way it works.
So here's something outside of whining.
I was infected with Scabies, which apparently are tiny little blood parasites that make your skin itch like the dickens. $25 in cream is helping to fix that, supposedly.
It kind of ruined my Friday, but who the hell cared? My friends and I just laughed it off. I got back from a doctors appointment to fix it and a bunch of RA's sent us to the ER to make sure we don't spread an epidemic in the hall. It was a fun night.
The thing is, though, one of my friends lives with a guy who has it all over his room, and there's a girl who visits almost everyday who also has it, and this guy doesn't have Scabies at all. Odd.
At any rate, when they told us to go to the ER immediately, they told me to tell my roommate, whom I still hate with the burning vigor of a grizzly bear.
Instead of calling him on his phone and wasting my breath, I just made him a sign on the door.
I came back to the room to find that he never visited the room, so he never saw the sign.
I wonder what would've happened?
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| | Posted 12/8/2007 4:24 PM - 115 Views - 8 eProps - 4 comments
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