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I’m still sick.

Last night I had maaaaad fever (painless, but I was really really really hot, burning red) for a long time… Thank goodness it passed and I woke up yellow-colored as normal. However, I have a sore throat. Great, I’m going to die.  (I have a sneaking suspicion it was because I was ABSOLUTELY STUPID and had half a shot of soju even though I was sick and taking medication.  STUPID STUPID STUPID.  Last night had dinner with a Korean bigshot… seemed totally like your average outgoing grandpa.)

Today I went to Daegu! (and came back) I was a rockstar. Not really. I’m so tired… I guess I’ll talk about it some other time. Oh my goodness, I haven’t written down any of my summer experiences. =\

Which leads me to my main point: currently I’m in the process of merging my old xd journal and this current blog on my domain. Justin bought me a bunch of domains months ago but I was unable to do anything about them until… tonight. Mwahahaha. So this blog will be moving to a newer and better home. It is super convenient being on the wordpress.com server though… seeing how as it’s automatically updated and all that jazz. Even so, I can’t tweak it as I’d like and put fancy widgets and gadgets on it (which are pretty much unnecessary, take up time and space, and somehow please the everything out of me), so I’m excited about it. Plus, the idea of having a merged blog is fantastic.

Unfortunately the process is quite lengthy. First, when imported, password protected and private posts are no longer protected. I’m manually screening all of my posts (because, who knows? I may have posts that I didn’t think needed to be protected but now need to be made private) right now, and have about 3 years worth left. And there’s a major flaw with wordpress’s import feature, as tags are imported as NUMBERS. ARGH. So I have to somehow find a way around that…

So 1) screen old journal 2) backup xml files 3)try to find patches and fixes for tag issue 4) screen newer blog posts in brand new journal 5) unveil the opening of the magnificent new site! 6) revamp my personal website.

Whew… I think being sick and tired has made it difficult for me to pay close attention to details and I’m not able to focus very well. Um, should go to sleep.

몸살

oh man, i was mad sick last night and today

i didn’t go to work

i didn’t go to 과외

i slept all day yesterday and today

is it the pollution?

is it the work?

is it the play?

is it the interrupted sleep?

is it the lack of nutrition from having to eat out all the time?

is it being homesick?

it’s probably a combination of all.  working and then playing, both with no rest, so little time to myself.  plus the weather is very hot and having to walk and run everywhere… i’m sure that didn’t help, if compound the problems.

but thankfully i’m feeling much much much better now.  i remember in my last feverish nap i started praying frantically because i was so tired of feeling so awful.  it hurt just to lie down.  when i woke up, it was blissfully cool and silent.  the body was no longer humming, my molecules were no longer vibrating.

i’m still so tired though.  i’m tired of working and then working and then working.  the few moments i get to spend with people are so few (it seems to me.. spoiled girl) and short.  i only have 3 days left of work though.  wowzas.

i speculate

i speculate i had a mild case of food poisoning this past weekend/now.  (doesn’t surprise me as i am shockingly indiscriminate about what i put in my mouth.)

except i’m not vomiting.

thank goodness.  no, no, thank God.

let us hope that whatever this is passes TONIGHT.

today i’m going to be a mean jp machine.  it’s JPPING TIME.

ps. i feel bad that i have such a terrible demeanor these days.  i must seem supremely stressed and bitchy all the time.  i’m actually quite happy.  things are always good.  i’m just not always good.  [sigh]

wound up

I’m so wound up that I’m shaking.

It’s not caffeine, maybe it’s adrenaline.  I sure could have used some during the HOURS AND HOURS OF MEETINGS I had today.

I don’t get how others survive.  I’m pretty sure that Dahae not only has to sit through the same meetings as me, but she has more meetings.  And more.  And more.  Julia used to go to hours and hours and hours.  In fact, all of those people have and will and do more meetings and stuff than I do.

I don’t have the patience.

I need to stop stressing.  I can’t go to sleep like this, I have to unwind or I will explode.

i’m so tired of being sick.  i’m so glad i stopped having 몸살 and body chills and whatnots, but now my throat is constantly tickled and i’m coughing, trying to make it stop but there is no relief.  the throat, the cough, i cough, but there’s something incomplete in it that is so infuriating in itself.  my nostrils are dry and pained and i can’t breathe properly.  my sinuses are not completely stuffed, only slightly, but just enough that i can’t hear clearly, i can’t smell clearly, and all my tastes are muted.  i guess that’s what illness is, but it’s so frustrating.  at least it’s not bad bad.  i’m so thankful that it’s not, but it’s not great.

new shoes

Work Focus Strategy #1

Dress up.

Currently wearing what Grace unnie calls a “date dress” and a pair of Nine West strappy heels I haven’t worn yet (but purchased for winter formals).

“New Shoes” – Paolo Nutini <3

Woke up cold one Tuesday
I’m looking tired and feeling quite sick
I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life
So I quickly opened the wardrobe
Pulled out some jeans and a T-Shirt that seemed clean
Topped it off with a pair of old shoes
That were ripped around the seams
And I thought these shoes just don’t suit me

[CHORUS]
Hey, I put some new shoes on
And suddenly everything is right
I said, hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody’s smiling
It’s so inviting
Oh, short on money
But long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine
And I’m running late
And I don’t need an excuse
’cause I’m wearing my brand new shoes

Woke up late one Thursday
And I’m seeing stars as I’m rubbing my eyes
And I felt like there were two days missing
As I focused on the time
And I made my way to the kitchen
But I had to stop from the shock of what I found
A room full of all off my friends dancing round and round
And I thought hello new shoes
Bye bye them blues

[CHORUS]

Take me wandering through these streets
Where bright lights and angels meet
Stone to stone they take me on
I’m walking to the break of dawn [x2]

[CHORUS (x2)]

Take me wandering through these streets

On page 9 out of target 25. I’m getting sleepy… oh no.  Throat starting to hurt… it’s time for my knock-off CVS Dayquil meds.  -_-;;

my poor molecules

Oh boy.

I am sick.

This is possibly the best weekend ever to get sick.  That’s such a lie.  This is a not good weekend to get sick.  Not the worst ever, but it’s pretty bad.  It’s up there.  How am I supposed to write this stinkin’ draft?

I don’t think I take my work seriously.  Case in point:  yesterday I went to Rita’s Water Ice, the Prefrosh Ice Cream Social, and then finished season 2 of The Office.  (JIM AND PAM KISSED!)  Then after minimal outlining for my Korean paper and dabbling in my HIS 380 IDs, I went to sleep.

I woke up at 9:30am today because the fire alarm went off.  At least a minute, I tried to sleep through it.  I honestly thought it was an alarm and was pretty confused when I woke up.  Then I realized that it was a fire alarm, was too tired to curse, threw on my hoodie-that-looks-like-I-spilled-massive-amounts-of-water-on-it and grabbed my prox, keys, and phone.  I left Avocado behind, sorry.  While I stumbled downstairs, I imagined what would happen should my room catch on fire and everything I owned burn up.  All those clothes I carefully bought, oh my gosh, my poor laptop with my awfully puny JP draft, my JP books… Poof.  Gone.  My passport?  Gone.  My camera?  Also the millions of sheets of papers and cards I carefully saved.  Gone.

I bridled with glee at the thought of not having to finish my JP draft by Monday, and winning the sympathy of my professors and asking for massive amounts of extensions.  I stumbled past my zees and sat outside on the cold low brick wall.  My zees tried to engage me in conversation, but they haven’t learned yet that I am possibly the worst person to carry a conversation with when I first wake up.  I grunted.  I hated that I had to talk but hadn’t brushed my teeth.  Hannah came and leaned her head on my shoulder, and I was grateful for that.  I hugged her.

Turned out there was an actual fire in the kitchen oven.  I don’t know who did that, as the kitchen is locked and only the RCAs have keys.  Something fishy is going on.  I wonder if we’ll be able to do our test run of Asian Night Market stuff for KASA Thursday night.

I stumbled back upstairs and went back to sleep.  I woke up every now and then because I had set some alarms, but I slept through those.  They were nothing compared to the fire alarm.  I finally dragged myself out of bed at 2.

Today Chris Hill is coming to speak.  I’m actually really excited about that.

I have a slight cough, and my throat hurts.  I can feel my molecules tingling.  Tingling.  They’re getting ready to vibrate and hurt.  How on earth am I supposed to finish this draft?  No motivation, no desire.  I’ve lost all fear.

Well, that’s not true.  But you know.

Many seniors are done with their theses, and I’m envious.  They now have the freedom to enjoy themselves–sure they have other worries, but for the most part, most schoolwork pales in comparison to the thesis.

Plan:  Stay up tonight, go to sleep tomorrow, stay up all Sunday night.  If I write about 7 pages a night, totally doable.  The problem is that I haven’t done the research, so I can’t do it like last time.  Oh well.

my tummy :(

o(╥﹏╥)o

is upset

ughhhhhhhh

i had the luxury of not worrying about it for a long time :)  which is unusual, but man, that was nice.

i hate having upset tummy aches… i wonder what caused this one.  -_-;;  appa’s genes…