vague mystique.: The best quote ever, and immune system fail.

4.01.2009

The best quote ever, and immune system fail.

"Sometimes, I feel like a 3-foot-tall, poverty-stricken, homosexual, handicapped, 50-year-old Muslim woman with AIDS."

This quote, apparently from Macaulay Culkin's book Junior, is the April 1st quote on the disposable calendar sitting next to me in fourth period study hall. I do believe it is the most inspirational, decriptive quote I have ever read, conveying an overwhelming amount of emotion and depth that beats out anything that Dr. Martin Luther King has ever uttered. I honestly, honestly, cannot think of a superior way of explaining one's feelings of inadequecy or pessimism. It is the ultimate way to tell someone that you're having a bad day.

Just reading this brightens my outlook on life and improves my mood, which, if you have been reading my Twitters from last night, is not good. I got sick again. AGAIN! I just had a throat thing that made me miss school for two days last week, and here I am now, sniffling with intense congestion, coughing, sneezing, and the whole nine yards. I'm very upset with my immune system; it's shit, and I want to divorce it.

DIVORCE!

Right now I'm actually feeling a bit lightheaded from all of the medicine I took this morning in preparation for the school day (Mother wouldn't let me stay home). I believe I took two maximum stength pain relievers/fever reducers, two Tylonol daytime, and one perscription pill from my sister's bottle of congestion medicine that the doctor gave her (She gets this virus thing all the time that makes her suuuuuper congested. The doctor gives her special medicine to take). I kind of feel like laying down and taking a century-long nap, but hey, at least I feel better! I can breath, kind of. A bit. At least it got me through my English presentation today, where I had to stand up in front of the class and lecture about emancipation.

I have lunch next, and I brought two maximum strengths and a perscription pill to take to get me through the second half of the day. I'm hoping that if I keep inhaling all of this medicine, it will kill whatever I have and leave me healthy and happy for Friday night and the rest of next week, which is SPRING VACATION!

WHOOT! WAAH! OOOH! YAAAY! WHOOP! HEYAAH! YEEESSSS!

The truth is, I need a vacation from school.

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NOTE: I'm sorry if my spelling is ghastly; I'm on the teacher's old computer and it does not have Word on it, or any spell checking program like that.

1 .commentary from the peanut gallery.:

EURA. said...: Wow, that quote just hit me and the fact that I'm starving right now has been rendered totally meaningless.

I hope you feel better!

and I'm going to go find you on twitter right now!; April 1, 2009 at 12:14 PM

de. WELCOME

My name is Rosalie Bass, and I am one of those rare sixteen year old juniors in the upper United States that sees the world for what it is- a giant pit full of lies, scandals, gossip, and plotting. This applies to everyone regardless of social class; lower, middle, or upper, we are all trying to claw our way to the mountain top of success whether we like it or not, no matter the cost. For some, success means a home to sleep in, food to eat, temperature control in the winter; others, it means ten new pairs of Jimmy Chu shoes and a Chanel product or five to boot. All different definitions, all resulting in the same bloodthirsty battle to the finish.

So what am I in all of this? The observer, of course. Obnoxious on occasion and conceited on most, I promise to give you, my beloved reader, the brutally honest story of what life is really like when you look at it through an icy perspective. This may involve juicy gossip, my take on current events, or even real life stories about yours truly. Whatever it may turn out to be, I give you my word that it will be a wild ride.

un. GOSSIP

'Tis the season! As the first marking period of the school year comes to a close, the drama of junior year reaches its highest point yet. Could it be the stress of academics that is causing all the juicy stories, or maybe, just maybe, are people starting to embrace their inner bitch?

Let's find out.

By far the sluttiest person that we know, our darling L has recently started going out with a new guy who happens to be my ex boyfriend. They have only been going for about two weeks, and already my social circle is abuzz with the glorious highlights of her sex life. I won't go too into the repulsive details, but let me say one thing: nine and a half fingers.

The infamous, religious little vegetarian known as O is surprisingly not so innocent anymore. Having dumped her charity case boyfriend several months ago, she is now with an ROTC future marine, and they are doing anything BUT worshipping when alone together. I have to say, I'm quite surprised - I figured someone as conservative as her would hold out a little longer. Perhaps when it comes to teenage lust, God isn't so vital to our lives anymore?

B, the manwhore of my high school, was nominated into the Homecoming Court a few weeks ago, but sadly did not win the crown. I don't think he's too upset, though - rumor has it that he's hooked up with NUMEROUS girls since then. That guy is never satisfied.

And then there's the girl who always seems to be one of the prominant figures in the drama - our very own R. The lovable girl with the split personalities, something seems to have been up with her lately - or down with her, if you know what I mean. Her love life has been in shambles, filled with constant rejection on both sides and the occasional poor decision. Combined with the fights she's been starting lately, I'd say that we have quite the problem child on our hands.

Alas, though, it is only my opinion.