Went back to the doctor for my third round of anti-biotics. He said it might be Mono, sometimes it doesn’t show up in an early test. I’ve been sick for 3 weeks and was given 10 days of amoxacilian mixed with something else. One way or another I should be better by the time the drugs are gone. I’d be rather impressed with myself if it is Mono, I hear stories about people having to repeat school years because they were out sick for a month with Mono. I’m tired and pissy, but I’m still doing what I have to do. I’m eating constantly again. Banging out a paper, checking out The Secret World.
My back still hurts. I’m trying to sit up but it’s still pulling on me even with a pillow on my back. My nephew’s birthday party is today and I’m missing it. He’s sad and I feel down in the dumps about it. Sitting here now I’m worried about being able to sit through school next week.
I’m working on a paper about the philosophes and I’m having one damn hard time with it.
Feeling better today, more positive outlook. My back doesn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it did last time this happened, if this is even the same thing. It doesn’t hurt as much as it should when I get up in the morning. It’s really not that bad, but incredibility inconvenient.
I’m writing a paper that’s supposed to be about why the philosophes considered oragnized religion their greatest enemy. The answer is ‘lack of religious tolerance’ but I can’t find a reasonable quote or source that says that. People say it all over the place but I can’t find anything trustworthy. That seems like a better paper than anything else.
Thursday morning my stomach freaked out on me, spent the morning the bathroom and the afternoon in my bed. Developed a cough that night and went to be early. Cough grew worse the next day, chest and throat hurt, mucus came flying out. Coughing made the muscles around my eyes expand near to the point of explosion.
I then quit smoking. I decision that I may always regret. I just didn’t have a reason to do it. Now, 2 and half days later, I’m stuck with it. Yesterday morning I remembered reading something about how quitting smoking is help one’s back and loathing that 1 time in my life I spent 2 months on my back with my sciatica nerve pinched I decided to check this out online. I was correct and while getting up my disc slips and jams itself into my sciatica nerve.
Here I am writing this on my back, mentally preparing to email my teachers and inform them I will be missing another day of class tomorrow, making that 3 days in a row.
Book is here and my fingers hurt.
I haven’t played video games in 4 days.
Lost 4.6 pounds in 2 weeks.
Fixed my turn signal.
Rode the bike for 42 minutes and burned 750 calories.
I still don’t like fish.
I think I’m doing well.
When I first got on the internet, I think I was about 12, it really blew me away. All these things to learn, all these other nerds out there. Nothing on here equals knowledge, just trivia tidbits. Whenever I want to really learn something I need to get a book to acquire the ability to focus and, according to some studies I’ve read, retain.
I’ve been messing around on my guitar since I’ve been feeling better (I feel better, I mean I feel better. I don’t think anyone understands how good I feel). I’ve been going over tabs and practicing my fingering but I decided I need to do some reading and maybe find info about some lessons. I went to a web side that has good tabs, starting clicking around and found a link that said something along the lines of “Absolute Beginner’s Guitar info, lesson 1″, bam, click. Within the first paragraph it had links to 3 other articles I should read before this one.
General information is fun, finding the calories in a meatball is useful, but without focused and guided eduction nothing can be mastered. I’m getting sick of the internet.
I was playing Left 4 Dead 2 yesterday and I decided to quit playing multiplayer games completely. Whenever I go on I meet people who lack civility and simply want to annoy those around them. It’s something that’s accepted as a norm on the net, trolls, griefers, what have you. 25 year olds who simply want to complain, tkers, people who like to play a sound over and over again into my headphones, those that disregard the social contract. I have to admit, I found the 15 year old kid who logged in and started chanting “NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER! NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER! YEAH! NIGGER NIGGER YEAH! I LOVE NIGGERS BECAUSE I LOVE BIG…….[long pause as he realizes what he was about to say and questions his sexuality]……..NIGGER NIGGER!” until we kicked funny, but I was laughing at him and not with him.
I thought about it on and off and just came to the conclusion I should delete every game on my hard drive. Battlefield: Bad Company 2, easy. Call of Duty 4 harder than I thought. Civ4, I will miss you. Civ5 bring back my micromanagement and we’ll talk (don’t bring back the stack, though). Rsomething: An Item Shop Tale, I will return someday. Battlefield 2, I might not have done this if there was a server in my area. L4D2 you brought this upon yourself. I have better things to do, even if I don’t it’s just too easy to play. I’ll compare two options in my mind, one is always gaming the other could be reading, practicing my guitar, vegging out in front of the TV, messing around with a Nerf gun, or looking up why Russia has land west of Lithuania. But I have a tendency to pick video games, just a habit best I can figure.
I was going to keep reading about games coming out, I wanted to check out The Old Republic and find out just how bad Battlefield 3 is going to be, but Kotaku went through a format revision and it just looks like shiny trash. This was just a nail in the coffin, so I feel like I’m just out. It’s February (Febuary, Feburary, grrrr) and not too late for a New Years resolution. No video games for a year. I know I’ll be back, I love a good game. There will be more Zeldas, more (braces for geeky) Harvest Moons and I’ll be all over them like Bobby Kotick on a subscription modeled Call of Duty.
More technology rant tommarow (tomarrow, tomorrow got it.)
Not bad.
I bought an airbed. This may be the greatest decision of my life. I’m not in pain. Not in pain. I’ve spent the last 4-5 years of my life with head/neck pain. May back doesn’t hurt either. In the past week I’ve started dieting, exercising, practicing my guitar, eating more vegtables and burshing my teeth with more care and frequency. I’ve lost 2.8 pounds in a week. I’m forming habits. Life is good, I look around and I’m happy.
And for some reason, I’m not just sitting around waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I love Halloween, it’s always been my favorite. I went and practice trick or treating with the kids yesterday, Susie managed to say “Driges our tresteris” and hold out her bucket and the same time. Need to get her into some Latin classes. I’m going to hang some spider webs outside and put out Happy Jack.
I think I need to go back to the optometrist, I’m getting head aches again and it’s only been 2 year.
It’s fall and I’m shedding like a Saint Bernard.
There are 6, no, 5 women here chatting. I think this is the equivalent of 17 men, that’s a 3.4 multiplication of chatter volume. It’s moving me to confusion similar to whales who beach themselves after becoming disoriented by submarine sonar.
They were supposed to be gone 40 minutes ago but one of them is late. Upon her arrival there will be more chatter, bathroom use, luggage movement, and then the inevitable forgotten item which will prolong the exodus by another 20 minutes.
What will I do.
Edit: After they left I learned they ate all of my lemon squares. Happy Birthday mom.