Also this

GO HERE.

AND this.

And yes, I am procrastinating.

Brace yourself

paper days are coming.

Paper days are like finals days. Except they happen 1-2 weeks before finals and all the English majors hate their lives.

No sleep. Lots of writing. No good food.

Eventually, all the papers are turned in and you are either asleep for 15 hours or barely cognizant but can't sleep because of the caffeine.

Which leads us to Jenna Marbles.

She is incredibly inappropriate and swears ( F bomb alert!). Don't watch this video if that is a problem for you.

I find her hilarious.

So- here you go. 

What caffeine does. As interpreted by Jenna Marbles.

This is why I do my thinking after the sun goes down

So. I just figured out a line of poetry that's been puzzling me for weeks.

"Would God I were a Sibell to divine / In worthy vearse your lasting happyness: / Then only I should be Characteres"

That last bit- I assumed that "Characteres" was just plural. (BTW-Characteres in this context is a kind of shorthand/cipher/code thing).

NO.

It is a title- Characteress. She wants to be a code writer. yay for non standardized spelling.

but IT FINALLY MAKES SENSE. And it fits in exactly with my argument.

YESSSSSSSS.

And now I feel super smart and awesome.

Here is the song that's been on repeat for the last hour. Its making me feel like a poetry-reading rock star.

That is all. Back to the grindstone. Thank you for listening.

In which my tonsils try to kill me....again

So- remember a few months ago when I was hospitalized for a peritonsillar abscess? Icky, huh?

Well, these past week, I've been all headachey and fevery (up to 102.5. boo being so sweaty for no good reason) and body achey and fatiguey and swollen tonsiley.

Yeah....it's back. so-off I went to the miraculous feel-better man (aka the dr)

But a shot in the bum was necessary (bum shot? sounds lewd), 4 attempts at drawing blood (one in each elbow, one in the wrist and one on the back of the hand. OUCH) in order to test for Mono (which my dr always tests for "just in case" no matter what my symptoms--because apparently my Dr thinks I get around) and a gag-swab thingy to test for Strep (also "just in case"--although the strep is kinda legit since as a teenager I had it at least once a year).

An hour later, I left the doctor's office with a prescription for some seriously blue pills (antibiotics) and several more sore spots.

THANK GOODNESS for modern medicine (yay penicillin!) and government insurance. Now I'm almost all better.

But- if my tonsils are reading this blog post--

I WILL CUT YOU.

Remember what happened to Allie's tooth? Yeah- I'm gonna do that to you. Except I won't put a happy semi-Stepford Wife face on you when it's done. Because you'll be gone. Dead. 

You just wait until December. You are now my number one mortal enemy. 

On a completely random note. Here is a picture I found on the internet. I can find no explanation for it. 

So here you go- JGL in thigh-highs and garters.