The past two days have been just wonderful. I say that with all the sarcasm I can muster. Early on Sunday night, I noticed that I seemed to be developing a stuffy nose. "Hopefully it's just allergies," I thought to myself. "Hopefully I'm not getting sick.."

Later on, a tiny flame started burning in the back of my throat. The smoke it sent up into my sinuses clogged my nose while irritating it at the same time, thus making it run like a sink pipe does after it's been hit with some Dran-O. A general feeling of congestion seeped into my head and immediately settled in. I could feel it getting comfortable - as if it decided it was going to be like the old relative everyone has but no one likes that always decides to visit at the most inopportune moments and stays for a week longer than they should.

I seem to have contracted a virus.

Today I dragged myself through school by consoling myself with the thought that I was only there for four hours instead of the normal five. I missed first period for the umpteenth time this semester because the combination of two hours of sleep and what feels like impending death leaves a person not quite willing to get out of bed. Yesterday was the same, only worse. Yesterday I went to physics. That always seems to cast darker clouds over what would normally be a perfectly fine gray day.

My Ugandan doctor who possesses large dreadlocks informed me that I had a virus and it would quit my company in ten to fourteen days, but only with proper care. It would be nice to take care of myself for once, but that will not be happening for another few days. I have too many tests and other mundane school-related things to take care of before I can allow myself to pay attention to what many consider the most important thing in their lives. It helps that I'm masochistic and can thus force myself to stay up with no more mental or physical damage than normal. At least, that's what I justify my behavior with.

I'm fine, really.

The song I am listening to is eighteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds long.
Well it's nearly two thirty in the morning and I am posting pictures instead of doing starting my homework. I don't feel like doing it. But that's cool. I'll do it later I guess. So anyways, pictures.

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Instead of finishing my term paper (which is essentially done; I only have to fix my intro and do works cited), I talk to people online. Hooray for wasting time! But I am wasting time intelligently..at least with some people.


JiySoCaL9: the lies they feed us to make us do well in school.....damn the man
NancyMyersRULES: What purpose does doing well have anyway? Here's some negativity for you..we're all going to die anyways, so might as well make life fun. School does not equate fun for me.
NancyMyersRULES: But if I quit, I'm a "failure" and "won't succeed" according to uh, everyone.
NancyMyersRULES: My life will have been spent better if I do what I want, and right now, I really don't want school.
JiySoCaL9: yes i know, its a double-edged sword.....either way its gonna suck
JiySoCaL9: how sad though, don't u feel bad complaining about school when kids are getting blow up every day out in the real world
NancyMyersRULES: Yeah, puts things in perspective.
JiySoCaL9: i do, and that just makes me more depressed
NancyMyersRULES: Seriously.
NancyMyersRULES: I always think about that..like I'll get all upset for either some stupid reason or no reason at all, and then I'll think about how my problems are shit compared to people's real problems, and then I feel like crap for complaining about nothing..in the end I feel like crap anyway. It's dumb.
JiySoCaL9: i guess in any situation anyone can find something to complain about...yea, its a crazy circle of getting mad and feeling like crap
NancyMyersRULES: I would attribute it to human nature, but the people getting blown up don't feel this way I bet..I think it's just stupid American nature. We have no meaning in our lives really. Like Tyler Durden put it: "We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives."
JiySoCaL9: haha, i like that....very true...i know, its like everything has already been fought for by generations before us...we have nothing to get motivated about, no cause
NancyMyersRULES: Exactly.


Oh, humanity.

After sending a few people a picture of my data from the physics lab (this is because I don't have a scanner and therefore taking pictures is the only way to send copies of things to people), I get this response:

"Thanks so much. But seriously, who the hell takes a picture of their lab and then emails it to their friends to cheat off of? Nancy my friend, u are one weird kid. If only I was as cool as you. :D"

Hahahahaha. Yes.

Note to self: scraping your face with a toothbrush soaked in rubbing alcohol is rather painful, especially if you have a tendency to pick at the pimples on your face which therefore creates scabs and the like for the rubbing alcohol to seep into.

Basically, OUCH.

Oh look, I'm updating instead of doing homework. Heh. Homework is for suckers anyway. No one does their work anymore..pshh..

Right. This should be brief, because if I had anything important to say I would have updated with it earlier. So.


One: The new Interpol CD is rather good. I am enjoying it quite a lot.

Two: I dyed my hair "red" recently. However, instead of being red, it's magenta/fuchsia. I think it's pretty cool, as do most other people, but there are some that "can't even look at [me] anymore." Heh. This is what John had to say when he saw the pictures:
SolarisMemory: =-O omgomgomg the red hair is fawking hawt!!!
NancyMyersRULES: Hahahaha. Thank you!
SolarisMemory: 8-)
NancyMyersRULES: I hope it doesn't fade too quickly.
NancyMyersRULES: You should have seen it yesterday..it was like pink because it faded so much. Oh well.
SolarisMemory: phoo : \
NancyMyersRULES: I wonder how blue would look.
SolarisMemory: gee i wonder
SolarisMemory: HAWT

Three: Even though I didn't think this was possible, I screwed up my calf even more at Mt. SAC. I thought my time was decent for being injured, but I paid for that time. Something isn't right if it hurts when I'm just sitting here doing nothing.

Four: There's not really anything else to say. Point four is non-existent, really. Click below for a few pictures.

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It's basically halfway through October and so I'm posting pictures.

Ignore the fact that there was no logic in the above sentence. This journal is becoming more and more of a place to put my pictures. I might as well just buy my own domain and make a picture website like the last one I had, minus the crappy Angelfire host. But, speaking of Angelfire, I'm going to make a new website there to post my really big pictures that are too large for Photobucket to host. Some of my pictures are painful to resize because so much quality is lost, so I'm just going to leave them in all their glory. I'll link to that site once I get it up. And now, pictures.

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September Picture Post.
So it's a little late. At least it's here.

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So that's all of September. I love how the quality of my pictures has gone way way down recently. I don't know what's going on. Hopefully with my new camera (Canon PowerShot S410) things will improve. That is, if I ever have time to take pictures. I might bring my camera to the meet on Saturday, so if I take any decent ones I'll try to post them on time. I know everyone likes looking at pictures more than reading text, myself included. It helps if I actually update though..heh. Oh well. I barely have time for anything anymore, let alone updating my lame little online journal. I'm going to bed.

God I feel like crap..during my game, I had this really nasty allergic reaction out of nowhere. All of a sudden my nose felt all congested and weird, like I had to sneeze fifty times, and my eyes started itching too. I was going to ask to come out because I felt pretty bad, but luckily I got subbed right then. I asked my coach if I could run to the bathroom real quick and I blew my nose and sneezed a billion times, but that didn't help. Then, my eyes started itching really badly so I rubbed them, but the more I rubbed them the worse they got. Everywhere that I touched started itching in the same way, and like before, the more I messed with it the worse it was. I then noticed that my hands felt really weird..and I looked down and my fingers were all puffy. They were going numb and tingly and whatever I touched felt weird. I looked in the mirror and my face was COMPLETELY swollen. I didn't look like myself at all..I felt like I was squinting because my eyes were swelling so bad. I finally left the bathroom and walked back over to my dad and told him that I thought I had an allergic reaction or something. Right about then, I started having trouble breathing. My windpipe was totally constricted and my chest felt really tight..so we left. In the car, I looked at my legs and they were covered in hives. Almost everywhere on my body had big nasty red swollen hives that itched like crazy. So we went to urgent care.

When I got there, they looked at me right away because we said I was having trouble breathing, which I was. Almost as soon as I got in the room, a doctor came in and said the nurse was going to give me some shots. In my hips. Wonderful. The one on the right barely hurt and I didn't even feel it, but the one on the left..good god! It hurt so freaking bad, and it continued to hurt really badly for about half an hour afterwards. It was nice. But at least it made the symptoms mostly go away..I still couldn't breathe through my nose at all though, and I'm not even joking. It was like I didn't even have a nose. Not fun.

Turns out the shot in my left hip was some steroid and I got a prescription for more of those, only in pill form. Much better than stupid painful shots. But I'm mostly alright now, I just feel like crawling into bed and dying. For some reason I'm really fatigued and I don't feel up to doing anything at all except sleeping. I guess my homework won't get done for a while..oh well.

So that's my story. I wonder if my team won..I left fifteen minutes into the game. I feel kind of bad, because Jeff and Bill were asking me if I thought I would be okay to go in later (and they said it like they really needed me), but there was no way I could have kept playing. Such is life.