I Feel Terrible But Mostly Great

Yesterday, after I spent the day at school, got food at the Penguin, got to swing at the park and then get coffee, I felt horrible. I get in the car and I just felt bad. I had a headache, a scruffy throat, and was tired. I got home at 6 and by 6:30 I was in bed. I had a hard time sleeping so I got up at 8, watched not even an hour of The Italian Job with Bryon, and went to bed again. This time I slept the night through until my alarm clock went off at 6:15am.

Why does "feel better" medicine taste so bad? Not only did I feel terrible, but I had the artificial, gross cherry flavor linguering in my mouth. It does taste like tar, but it did knock me out.

This morning, I was feeling equally bad but I took more medication so that the only thing affecting me was the immense desire to sleep and a raspy throat. I made it through the day with only one person asking me "Are you okay?" Normally, I get the "You look terrible." Which is one of the worst things to say to someone who feels terrible. I usually end up trying to look nice when I'm sick so that perhaps the nice-ness distracts people from the nasal-ness. [by the way, it never works]

By this afternoon, I wanted to sleep all day. I have work at four and some homework to finish that I put off from the day before. I'm not feeling too hot, I check the mail, and there's an envelope from Catawba college. [for those of you who need to be clued in, I submitted my application to Catawba not too long ago but I have been agonizing over my application submission since November.] I go through a slue of reasons as to why I got this envelope. At first, it just looked like a catalogue. You know, those letters they send out to reel people in to attend. Uh. Thanks. A few seconds later I see a letter hiding behind this colorful brochure. "Dear Carmen, Congratulations!..."

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I screamed and danced and jumped and laughed and screamed a little more while I danced a little longer. My neighbors were probably thinking I got raped because I screamed. Thank goodness no one else was home or else I would've been sent to a mental ward. I am excited.

Pure. Excitment.

Who knew that I could feel so good while feeling so crappy.

Oh.

Sometimes. Sometimes life is just good. Sometimes it's nice to think that I'm on the right track.

For those of you who prayed for my acceptance: Thank you. Now you can pray that I get rid of this bad, gross thing going on.


The nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, fever, sleep better to feel better medicine doesn't really exist.
Carmen.