Midterm death

Well, didn't think the last one posted, so I lost hope in this blog thing, but it seems it had and now I guess I can post another.

I don't get sick often, but when I do it's usually as a result of prolonged stress and poor physical maintenance, ie; not eating, sleeping, keeping hydrated, leaving the house, wtvr. This usually happens once or twice a year and I feel like the living dead for a week or two and it's pretty hardcore. Having done some very rough midterms and then jetting off to MA to visit Joe and then comming back and having my stats midterm, I had my plate full and needless to say.. there was some neglect, and now I'm surely paying for it.

Worst part is that now I'm thinking I should get a job, and how the hell am I supposed to stay motivated and present myself well if the inside of my head is rotting and leeking out my nose?f

Speaking of which, this trip to Boston was amazing; I really had a great time. There were some periods of low effficientcy, which irritated me at the time, but honestly, not a huge deal at all. Joe had a lot of shit going on and I was well aware of that when I signed up. I can only hope I managed to keep him in good spirits while I was there and that he enjoyed himself, if even for a short while.

BUT - OMG, no wonder americans are said to be so fat. I couldn't get over how I couldn't escape deep fried food anywhere I went. Allbeit, amazing deep fried food, but damit ! I must have gained like 15 pounds in the week I was down there.

Have to say that one of my pet peves was that I wasn't able to try on tank tops. Why? I have no fucking clue. Think in the time I was there I was only really able to try one or two on. Seems they are so freakishly kootie free there that undershirts are a no-no in the change room. I don't understand.. but wtvr. Having a rather difficult time trying to find some that fit really well to start off with, I wasn't about to just buy them and deal with it later either.

Saw a Haute Couture exhibition at the MFA in Boston. It reinspired me to be fashionable and want to make others fashionable as well. To be standing in front of garments that were seen on runways in Milan or Paris, made my people who had spent thousands of hours embroidering and pinning, cutting and sewing, dresses that were creativity in it's purest form, it was surreal. Standing feet away from a Lacroix dress or a Dior bustier, I was realy just awe struck. Heh - sitting here thinking about it, smirking ot myself. It was great.

hmm - bored now.