juuust a quick note: if i know you in real life and haven't given you express permission to read this - YOU SHOULDN'T BE READING THIS. now, go away. thaaanks.

oooh god. the evil phlegm beast has mutated into filthy lung snot. i need someone to shove a tube down my airway and suck out whatever nefarious sick-goo that has been breeding inside my already blackened lungs. to make matters worse, said beastie has been c r e e p i n g and c r a w l i n g its vile self into my throat, my nose, my glands, and my ears. my respiratory system is being invaded and slowly taken over by an iniquitous case of laryngitis which has mutated into some unknown strand of DEATH TO KRISTIN.

soon i will lose the battle and become a mushy mess of lung puss. tell my mother i love her.

i really do need to go to the doctor. at this point, i think the only thing that can kill this ickiness is heavy, heavy antibiotics. but, again, i have no insurance. so... i'll just have to deal with it, i guess, and hope it doesn't turn into anything more icky. my medical will kick in soon, though, once i get my roster for school.

yay, by the way. i'm going to school in january. yaaay.

i had a strange experience last sunday. i went to the bleu martini with friends from cosi - i had never been there, was completely underdressed, and did NOT belong there in the first place. i mean, for christ's sake, i was wearing a t-shirt and no bra with two pierced nipples! i thought we were going to jack's - which is much more casual and people look at you funny if you don't have both nipples pierced haha. so, this guy some girls and i knew was there and he ended up buying all of us drinks the entire night. long story short, i ended up completely shitfaced, got a lapdance from a hot-ass male ex-stripper friend of ours, took a cab 4 blocks home with dina, fell up the stairs, threw up and passed out.

i. am magnificent.

my life is strange. i'm never going to the bleu martini ever, ever again. but it was fun, all the same. it's actually a much funnier story when i tell it, but i'm too tired to type it all out.

i was supposed to go to brownie's tonight with john to see his friend harold's band play. but we're both sick as dogs and harold's band isn't going on until around 12:30. so fuck that. but then, i was gonna go to the bad religion show - it's free, why not - but i think i should just stay in tonight.

now that i've decided to stay in tonight, i feel totally relieved. i can sleep the rest of the day. and eat soup. and drink tea with brandy. and not get a shower... again... for the third day in a row. i know, i'm disgusting. and falling asleep from a combination of massive amounts of advil, robitussin, and brandied-tea. good night.