I do things in style

We've all heard of bad days. We've all had them.

I didn't have one today.

In fact, it was kind of good. I had a really cute outfit on, I reached the final stage of my Pokemon game, I had a fabulous dinner... it was all just fine.

But oh my gosh. This evening. Apparently I attract horrible horrible things when the sun goes down.

I was downstairs an hour ago getting food. It's super dark down there during the night because there aren't any windows, but generally I consider myself pretty good at traversing the span between the stairs and the laundry room in the dark. Except that our house is being worked on right now, so there are all sorts of doors and door frames leaning against walls waiting to be installed.

I ran into one. My toe is still bleeding and my pedicure is ruined.

As if this weren't enough, I knocked over my glass of milk that was sitting on my desk. While my toe was still bleeding. My cell phone, Nintendo DS and favourite notepad all happened to be in the way.

My mother came to help me clean it all up, but I'm afraid that the area rug in my room is dead. It's had so many things spilled on it that I forget which stains are from what. I need a new one.

I really wanted that glass of milk, too.

I just found a huge puddle of milk behind my monitor that we missed.

Crap.

Edit: I added a picture of a flower because it makes me happier than I was last night. That is all.

who studies grammar in their free time??

Fun story:

Approximately two hours ago I completed my English provincial. I feel better than Sara apparantly does about it, but I don't think I did fabulously either.

The hardest part for me was the original composition. I knew that I wanted to write a narrative, considering that most people stick with your standard five paragraph essay.

"Those we admire shape our lives." Or something along those lines. Who remembers, anyway?

When I was brainstorming, I came up with what I thought was a fabulous idea. I've been listening to this grammar podcast for the past few days, and have been learning a lot. Knowing this, it seems obvious that my composition would be related to grammar in some way. I wrote a first person narrative from the point of view of an English teacher with almost a fetish for grammar. The story itself was pretty good. Not my best, but probably good enough.

I discovered the problem probably three sentences after I had begun.

In order to write from the point of view of a grammar fanatic, I had to have impeccable grammar myself.

This isn't such a big deal, I have pretty good grammar, but I was so paranoid that I would let something slip and the characterization would be negated. I can't use improper grammar to write from a character who loves it! It was because of this that I took over an hour to write an essay they gave me 35 minutes for.

Just to say, this podcast I've been listening to? Pretty rad. Go here and click on Grammar Girl!

hope you're not squeamish...

So, at about five o'clock yesterday afternoon, I realized that I had a headache. This is highly unusual for me, but I merely chalked it up to the change in weather and took a nap. Three hours later I had a very high, and rapidly rising, fever and a stiff neck.

The first thing I learned: this is meningitis.

Rushed to the emergency room by my very patient mother, we found that we had to wait approximately two hours for blood tests, and another two hours to actually be admitted. This was due to a shortage of approximately fifteen beds.

The second thing I learned: Stephen Harper is an ass.

They took me into the back at about one in the morning, and attempted to stick an IV in me. I say attempted because it took two nurses and three tries to hit a vein.

The third thing I learned: I inherited all the bad things from my mother's side of the family; stick straight hair, no height whatsoever, and tiny, tiny veins.

I slept for a while, not having to drink because a machine was doing it for me (very cool, I must say). My doctor came in to tell me that I had meningitis, very probably viral, which is the good kind, but they were giving me antibiotics just in case it was bacterial.

The fourth, and most important, thing I learned: real hospitals are nothing like those on House, and the doctors are not nearly as handsome.
That's all.

the weather? how lame

Several people have complained to me in the past few days of the remarkable heat wave we're having, but I for one think that the weather has been beautiful.

Indeed, and part of me is only posting this because I feel like bragging, the weather is particularly enjoyable when one has a convertible at their immediate disposal. Which I do. So on Wednesday, I took the liberty of washing my car thoroughly and took down the top.

Part of me wonders if it's worth it, though.

Pros:
I don't have air conditioning, so the wind is certainly a nice change from the stuffy heat.
It's really not that cold in the early morning or late night. Quite comfortable, actually.
The sun on your shoulders is a very nice feeling.
I look really really cool.

Cons:
My brothers incessant whining over how messy his hair will be.
My incessant worrying over someone water ballooning it while I'm inside at school.
Having to make sure that there is NOTHING left inside to be stolen.
The sunburn I get from from having the sun on my shoulders.
Perhaps the fact that I look too cool? I should hire a bodyguard. Just in case.

...it's raining on Monday anyway. I can last until then.