Everywhere I go

This weekend killed me, even though I was already dying.

I started feeling slightly icky on Thursday, I spent the day not going to class and slept for the duration of the day.  Friday I made myself go to Japanese, then to my one on one, and then the infamous gyno exam.  I was feeling achey and sore but I still exherted myself a little to much.

On Saturday I woke up feeling ok but as the day progressed I suddenly found myself feeling weak, achey, and overall like I needed to die.

But I couldn't die.

Because my parents and Grandpa were coming.

 
We picked up Mom and Dad and went on campus for a wild goose chase.

So here is something awesome.  One of my distant realitives on my Grandpa's (Mom's) side was one of the first graduates from the University of Oregon and he became a very prominent judge.  His name was Robert Sharp Bean.

The Bean complex is actually named after him.

But apprently there is a plaque somewhere and we tried to find it.  We even bugged the people at the libray but they had no idea what we were talking about.

We also found the name Bean (and Whitehall) stamped into the concrete in front of McArthur court.

After all of the runing around we went to Starbucks and got some coffee.  With the rest of the money Grandpa gave me I went to the book store to get a U of O hoodie and an tshirt that says 'Oregon Girls Rock'.  After that we went to Trader Joes and Grandpa bought me a bottle of 2 Buck Chuck XD.

When they left I pretty much crashed.  I was so dead and done with living.

I took Monday off to go to the health center where much awesomeness (...NOT) occured.

I go see the doctor, coughing every five mintutes and going the pace of adilpated mollasas.  Dr. Surlock exams me but she is still unsure of what I have.  I've had this violent cough for at least 2 weeks, and I had a 101.5 fever and this worries her.  She suggests that I get my blood taken for tests and a chest X-Ray.

I get both done.  Hooray.

I see Aaron Renner and we chat for a little bit.

I get called back after she looks at my chest X-Ray and blood test results.  The X-Ray is normal.  But my blood test shows that my red blood cell count is lower than it should be.  So I have to get another blood test after I get better.  She asked me if I wanted cough medicine with Codine and I said "Maybe..." in a meek voice.  I think she laughed but I can't remember.

The Pahrmacist (named Gregg) was the only person at the Health Center that said my name right XD.

I slept for the rest of the day.  Went over to Aaron's to watch Heroes (<3).  And came back home.

Fucking ressies making thumping, crashing noises at 1 am.  I dragged myself out of bed to investigate, but to no avial there was nothing.

I went to back to bed.  Woke up at 10 am and felt much better.   I am still feeling a little weak and off kilter, but I can feel myself starting to get better.

So. Hey everyone.

I haven't been very motivated to write for a long time. Mainly because I don't have anything to write about.

The term has started off with a bang of reading. Or rather, reading that I am not reading. Although all of the classes do provide readings that I do take some general to extreme interest in I just don't want to do it. I am more excited to read the memroir and historic fictional accounts than actual text books.

Japanese is treating me well, just lots of vocab and I can conjugate abverbs. I can also kinda have a conversation. Its exciting.

A week and a half ago I almost fainted in the shower, but I forced myself to go to classes for my crazy 9 am till 1:30 day. What makes this day so grueling is that I have to haul ass from Villard to the Education building because Japanese class always gets out late. Then from the Education building I have to run to Mckenzie which is over by Villard. When you're sick and its snowing this becomes quite taxing on ones body. After Vietname class, which I have with Aaron, I went over to his place where he made me amazing spinach-rice-tortolini soup. I ended up too weak to move myself off of Aaron's futon to go to staff meeting, so I spent the nite and didn't got to class on Friday.

Now I have a pretty bad chest cold. Aaron once again came to my rescue. He bought me cough medicine, Ricola, I sick Soup, and flowers.

We're going to move in together next fall. I find the prospect of this invigorating and exciting. I cannot wait. We've already bought plates.

I am finally going to call the health center to schedule an appointment for my vaginismus test. I have put this off mainly due to fear.

Vi was in Eugene from Friday till Saturday, Aaron and I spent some time with her. It was really fun and Vi adored Aaron.

Hopefully Mom, Dad, and Grandpa Ernie will be spending next weekend here in Eugene. I am relaly excited about this too.

My room is clean.
I have Aaron's Valentines Day stuff all figured out.
I need to figure out all of my programs for the term.
I need to make new door decs for my girls.
I need to be around more.

I need to sleep.

Good nite.