I've been on my death bed for the past week. I probably had pneumonia. My fever made the walls look purple and yellow, while I was hacking up blood all night. I think the only bonus of it all was awesome narcotic cough syrup and missing school. However, missing an entire week of school has a slight downside - work. Instead of doing said work, I spent most of my week sprawled, half-conscious, on our couch, watching about five episodes of Twin Peaks a day. I'm pretty sure my counterproductive week will make me loose even more momentum in school than I already have. I'm well sick of school and winter.

I'm also sick of certain homeless people. Last night I went to the Union to see Let the Right One In (it was fabulous - I much prefer a 12-year-old lethargic Swedish vampire to Robert Pattinson. Sorry Molly) and on our way back Anna found some sort of advertisement box-outfit. It was great. She wore this bright yellow box on the bus back home and we ran into one of my least favorite homelessman - I call him "crazy bearded-man." I was convinced the box was going to get him riled up and he'd shout a lot, because things like the wind, cars driving by and a dog barking will cause him to shout inaneness for a half hour. Luckily, he muttered to himself and ran off. The lady that lurks by the Oriental Theater, however, is the only "homeless person" that genuinely frightens me. (I'm not actually convinced she's homeless. She always looks clean and wears clean clothes, hence I'm confused as to whoever is taking care of her would let her run around at night screaming at people.) She also seems like she would have the capability to get violent. Usually she is just ranting at people on street corners about God and how she's really a man, but I have had experiences with her where she will get right in your face and scream. Horrifying. Anyway, the crazy bearded-man was outside my window last night screaming about newspaper prices for an hour last night. I really miss Madison sometimes.

The high point of my week was that I finally have nailed down where I will be venturing off to next year: London. In the spring, I will be living with a family for about four months. I'm really ecstatic, but also relatively unsure if I'll be able to handle that homeless population. I have no doubt I can handle the drunk population, though. North Ave. bar time on a Friday night is an experience like no other. We'll see. Please come and visit me and we'll romp around Europe together.

Who would've thought?

http://uwmpost.com/article/53/19/4285-Transit-TVs-may-fade-to-black

Huzzah. Yesterday I saw my favorite quote:

"I am tired."
-Sir Something

What a useless siphon of my time.

TREAT THE WORLD LIKE A HEAD.

I was getting a little sick of Live Journal (not that blogging isn't any less obnoxious on different accounts). I've had about ten blogs since high school, and it's an interesting study on human development - especially the development of an over-stimulated female. Once I feel like I've outgrow one, I move on to another. Usually, when I read over the previous one, I gag. The LJ certainly sounds significantly less inane and angsty than my original high school blogs (which were filled with proclamations of quasi-alternativeism and The Used lyrics), but I have definitely outgrown my Live Journal. I don't know why I always try to validate my blogging. I don't really have a clear opinion on it - I just annoy myself sometimes. (I've also noticed my favorite punctuation mark changes. Right now, my favorites are hyphens and Oxford commas. I've always been a fan of parentheticals, however.)

I am back in Madison this weekend. It was a nice break from the dust which I sleep in every night. I rekindled my love for Twin Peaks and Midsomer Murders. My mother always provides me with ample viewing material when I'm home. Coming back to Middleton also provides a welcomed break from the fucking bus. I use "fucking" because it really pisses me off these days. Especially TransitTV. ESPECIALLY FUCKING TRANSITTV. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to show infomercials, mindless trivia and intermittent Spanish news bulletins on public transportation should be beaten. First off, the trivia looks like it's a product of Wikipedia searches of Roman emperors or some guy in a cube randomly pointing to words in thesaurus to find a synonym for "bankrupt." I think the most horrific trivia question I saw was, "What are ghosts known to haunt?" Answer: Houses. Also, if I see another ad for Snuggies or a Pediegg, I'm going to throw up. I totally agree with Chris's sentiment - it is an affront on humanity.

The only uplifting part of Snuggies is their distinct resemblance to Jedi cloaks or Draco Malfoy:

















I probably would get one if it included something other than a LED book light as the added bonus.

Um, I'm going to sell my hair, I think. I was mulling over whether I should be charitable and donate it, but then realized I am legitimately broke and have only been eating chips and mayonnaise for the last two weeks. I should be the receiver of charity. So, if anyone would like ten inches of shiny dark brown hair, let me know.