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Okay, you know what? I really don't like being sick.
This morning, I woke up at 7:00 AM because my back was achy (and I do not even want to consider how old saying that made me feel). I actually did feel a little better after I used the bathroom, making me think that it was a kidney thing since you need to drink a lot of fluids when you're ill. Anyway, I took advantage of the fact that I woke up so early to watch a Buffy re-run: "Angel." Good old Season 1 was so '90s and cheesy (special/sound effects-wise) that it nearly made me laugh. But, of course, I never would, because teh Joss-ness of the show conquers everything cheesy about it. :) Also, I'd forgotten how much I loved Angel. :D
So because I woke up feeling worse than yesterday, I decided to go back to bed. My lovely radio alarm played for an hour before I realized what was even going on. I pulled myself up groggily and my voice had deepened to the point where I couldn't get a word out without coughing or chocking.
And the best part is? I woke up in my own drool! I'm seriously not even kidding you right now. There was a spot on my pillow that was soaked, as was, my hair! Yeah, gross, I know! This is why I shouldn't sleep with my hair flying free. And, of course, being the good Supernatural fan that I am, I immediately thought of this:
(What?! Don't you judge me. This is my way of slowly working my way into a picspam of
my own! :D Doesn't hurt that the scene was hilarious...)
(P.S. If I do decide to create a picspam one of these days where I will be very bored and ill,
does anyone have preferences of what/who they'd like to see? Maybe I should pull an
"Aislynn" and tell a little story too? :D)
Anywho, unlike Sam, though, I wasn't having anything that would ... prompt ... drooling. I wasn't having any sort of "happy-noise"-inducing dream. I specifically remember what it was, too! I was talking to my best friend about school and I guess it was a couple of years down the line because she was worried she didn't have enough credits to graduate. (Isn't it super sad how even my dreams revolve around the academic field? :)) So that's out. And, I mean, yeah, I'm sick, but I could still pretty much breathe through my nose. Unless I was habitually breathing through my mouth just so it would help me not cough. *shrugs* I told my brother about this and he said I was drooling because I'm Homer Simpson and I was dreaming about chocolate ice cream - lol.
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RANDOM: (as if this entire post was completely relevant! :))
I'm having a love-hate relationship with Photoshop right now. Sometimes the coloring's awesome and sometimes it sucks ass. What the hell, screencaps!?
I should probably go back to reading for school anyway... :(
I'm kind of in love with Placebo (the band; not of the "hey, it's a drug, but not really!" kind) right now. So addictive!
This morning, I woke up at 7:00 AM because my back was achy (and I do not even want to consider how old saying that made me feel). I actually did feel a little better after I used the bathroom, making me think that it was a kidney thing since you need to drink a lot of fluids when you're ill. Anyway, I took advantage of the fact that I woke up so early to watch a Buffy re-run: "Angel." Good old Season 1 was so '90s and cheesy (special/sound effects-wise) that it nearly made me laugh. But, of course, I never would, because teh Joss-ness of the show conquers everything cheesy about it. :) Also, I'd forgotten how much I loved Angel. :D
So because I woke up feeling worse than yesterday, I decided to go back to bed. My lovely radio alarm played for an hour before I realized what was even going on. I pulled myself up groggily and my voice had deepened to the point where I couldn't get a word out without coughing or chocking.
And the best part is? I woke up in my own drool! I'm seriously not even kidding you right now. There was a spot on my pillow that was soaked, as was, my hair! Yeah, gross, I know! This is why I shouldn't sleep with my hair flying free. And, of course, being the good Supernatural fan that I am, I immediately thought of this:
(What?! Don't you judge me. This is my way of slowly working my way into a picspam of
my own! :D Doesn't hurt that the scene was hilarious...)
(P.S. If I do decide to create a picspam one of these days where I will be very bored and ill,
does anyone have preferences of what/who they'd like to see? Maybe I should pull an
"Aislynn" and tell a little story too? :D)
Anywho, unlike Sam, though, I wasn't having anything that would ... prompt ... drooling. I wasn't having any sort of "happy-noise"-inducing dream. I specifically remember what it was, too! I was talking to my best friend about school and I guess it was a couple of years down the line because she was worried she didn't have enough credits to graduate. (Isn't it super sad how even my dreams revolve around the academic field? :)) So that's out. And, I mean, yeah, I'm sick, but I could still pretty much breathe through my nose. Unless I was habitually breathing through my mouth just so it would help me not cough. *shrugs* I told my brother about this and he said I was drooling because I'm Homer Simpson and I was dreaming about chocolate ice cream - lol.
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RANDOM: (as if this entire post was completely relevant! :))
I'm having a love-hate relationship with Photoshop right now. Sometimes the coloring's awesome and sometimes it sucks ass. What the hell, screencaps!?
I should probably go back to reading for school anyway... :(
I'm kind of in love with Placebo (the band; not of the "hey, it's a drug, but not really!" kind) right now. So addictive!
