On wanting to remove my throat...

Bah. Ever since I was little, I've always had throat things. I used to get strep throat constantly (it's been a few years since that, thank goodness) and the days I'd stay home from school would be due to throat discomfort. Oh, how close and I those long swabs were. How very well I knew how to read a strep throat test (which, funnily enough, quite reminds me of a pregnancy test).

And so, here I am. On the eve of my second day of my return to work and a little doped up on percocet, wishing I could lose feeling already. Or at least knock back out again. (And I kind of feel like I'm about to faint? I think. I don't know... It's an interesting feeling.)

Jingle Ball was the S-H-I-T!!!!!! SO awesome. Oh my gosh, lol. And what's completely ridic is how ecstatic Cris and I were. Jumping around, squealing, taking pictures... I swear we were having more fun than the front row (and CERTAINLY for a much cheaper price!!! FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!). Then, of course--because no night would be complete otherwise--I went home and "discussed" with my mother (aka, argued) about my going out.

The night previously was also quite enjoyable. Thanks to Stephen for hosting, and to Mr. Vodka for supplying the fun. I spent the night at Cristy's (well, really, the morning, since we got there at 5), nursing my slight hangover. I checked off yet another thing of my "College Experiences" list.

Crap, my throat's on fire suddenly. -_-'

Allen and I are currently in a poke war--one that I WILL win, if only out of sheer obstinacy. So far, I'm totally winning. I poke back quicker. Yeah, I said it.

Work was eh today. I guess a job's a job. But I'm already bored and it's only day one. I plan on working through the semester, too. Thankfully, it's just twice a week. Probably like from 10-3:30 on Mondays and Wednesdays. Then I can drag my not-so-happy ass up to BBC campus for my classes. (Actually, it may work out better this way because I'll be, in fact, closer to the expressway. I work right off of the I-95 ramp on US-1. Hopefully I can just take the handy-dandy Express Lane!)

Ah, I rediscovered my road rage today. I was fine on the way to work--it was actually surprisingly smooth. Got there in like 25 minutes (record!). But on the way back? HA. I kept getting cut off (but Lexuses--Lexii?) and it was pissing me OFF. I was tailgating them the whole time. 'Cause hey, if you can cut me off and keep pace with me, fine. But to make me brake so that I can match your THIRTY MPH SPEED?!?!?! Oh, I almost cut a bitch. Oh, and then there was this stupid friggin' jeep that like... Idk, couldn't wait FIVE SECONDS for me to pass (there was no one behind me!) and I swear I almost rammed into them just to show them not to be such ASSES. Ugh. I swear. This raises my blood pressure...

The roses at the top are from Allen. He brought them to me on Sunday. :) They smell amazing.

Thanks for readingggggggg.