Oh Boston...

The other night was the end of Greek Week, with the final event being "Songfest," where each sorority and frat get together and choreograph several dances. This is the most competitive event, and all the people participating in Songfest are required to go to the 3-hour practices at least five times a week. Boston's sorority is infamous for winning Greek Week and Songfest for the past four years in a row, and Boston went into it with the mentality that they were going to win again. 

On Tuesday night, Boston came home crying and hammered with a grilled cheese in her hand. She wailed and complained about how they didn't even place in the top 3 category of the winners, and she then proceeded to put the box with the half-eaten grilled cheese in our mini refrigerator to eat the following day. However, being the drunkard that Boston is, she failed to realize that her phone was in her hand with the box that the grilled cheese came in, and when she put the sandwich in the fridge, she also put her phone in it as well.

How did I figure this out? Let's just say it was a team effort yesterday morning. She was tearing apart the room to find her phone (which she ALWAYS keeps on vibrate at night, and wakes me up early in the morning when her friends from the east coast text her and forget about the time difference). After 20 minutes of calling her phone, she finally found it in the fridge, right on top of her grilled cheese sandwich. 

I was a few minutes late for my class because I tried to help her find her phone that she "lost"...I'd better be having some good karma coming my way soon for that one.

Well, Now I know...

They say you learn a new thing every day. And today, I learned a very important lesson. Never EVER wear flip-flops in the library. Ever. 

I made the rookie mistake of going to the library with Willow immediately after dinner, without even considering the fact that my shoes that I had worn all day might cause some annoyance to the fellow library-goers. Willow and I entered the library, which is easily the most quiet building on campus, and we ventured to find the newly remodeled reference room to complete our studies in. Unfortunately, Willow never goes to the library (because, ironically, it's too quiet for her to study there), and every time I go, I just get so lost that I end up sitting at the first table or desk that I can find.Our mutual confusion about the library made for an interesting trip.

With every step, my shoes flipped or flopped, and everywhere we went, heads turned. I got dirty looks. The librarians sitting at their desks even gave me the evil eye every time we passed them. It wasn't as bad walking with Willow because we could both laugh about it together, but midway through the study session, I had to get some water and had to walk through the library by myself to find some. I only got more dirty looks. More students angry that my shoes were disrupting their concentration and focus. And they probably just got angrier that every time I got shot a nasty look, I just started giggling. Not out of spite or to disturb them, but because I thought it was hysterical. 

As hysterical and funny as it was, I never want to do it again. And unless you find pure enjoyment out of annoying the crap out of everyone around you and getting death glares every time you try to walk somewhere, I wouldn't recommend that you try it, either. 

Thanks a lot, WebMd

Almost a year ago, in May 2008, I was getting ready for bed and was feeling very drowsy, achy and tired. I attributed those feelings to a long weekend, but I had to be up bright and early to work as a chef the following morning, so I brushed off feeling under the weather as just a common cold. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and before I got into bed, I started coughing. I know, coughing isn't a big deal for most people, but the next thing I knew, I was coughing up phlegm with blood in it. I freaked out, and did the only thing that made sense at the time--I logged onto WebMD.com. In my panicked state of mind, I clicked on the "Symptoms Checker" link and proceeded to fill out my symptoms accordingly. All of a sudden, symptoms kept popping up that I didn't even realize I had until I read WebMd. Feeling faint? Check. Tiredness? Check. Rapid heart beat? Check. Swelling neck? Check. I went though as many symptoms as I could, trying to get the most accurate diagnosis as possible. When my results came back to me, I ran into my parent's bedroom, scared to death that WebMd had diagnosed me correctly. I had tuberculosis.

  However, after waking up my dad, and explaining to him how I had come to the conclusion that I had TB, my dad pointed out that I did not, in fact, have TB, or even anything like it. I was just suffering from exhaustion and overworking myself, which ended up making a lot more sense than TB. One would think that I had learned my lesson the first time around with WebMd, but today, a very similar situation occurred. 

I didn't get a good night's sleep last night, and I woke up feeling groggy and tired. I downed several cups of green tea to give myself an energy boost before heading to class, and around noon, I started to experience a bonecrushing headache. The front right side of my head was pounding, and everything I did seemed to make it worse. I turned to WebMd, clicked on the "Symptoms Checker," and conveniently under symptoms for "head," they have a box that you can check that says "Headache (worst ever)." I thought for a second, decided that yes, this headache was the worst headache I've ever had, and I was expecting to be faced with many other options such as "Gets better or worse while exercising," or "Wakes you up in the middle of the night," which are usually common pages that the Symptoms Checker takes you to in hopes of accurately pinpointing your problem. However, after clicking the "Headache (worst ever)" box, the quiz was over and apparently WebMd is so accurate it only needed to know that one symptom to make an accurate diagnosis. It said I had a brain aneurysm.