Flu Paranoia

I've honestly never contracted the flu before. (Nor have I ever gotten a nosebleed.) For whatever reason I am blessed with this miracle, I am glad, because that's somewhat of a relief if my immue system is just that darn good barricading against Mr. Frank Flu (totally made-up), considering the universal apprehension of the incoming FLU SEASON.

Nobody is really "overreacting" in California, which is quite an achievement when we are right on par with Mexico and folks on the other side of the planet in Egypt have executed thousands of piggies before a single H1N1 case have discovered there. Unfortunately, when school resumes for us minors, the risks of us spreading the love of the virus is not insignificantly low. (You should sit in my Alg 2 class sometime- it's like a well-conducted chorus of sniffles and sneezes!)

The antidote to contagious diseases are the usual: wash your hands (for >20 SECONDS, mind you), sneeze/hack into your elbow, avoid touching any part of your face that has an opening..etc. I have taken akin to toting around a bottle of hand sanitizer around with me, and lathering that good stuff profusely onto my paws compulsively (c wut i did ther :3). I am doing this because my sister just might have contracted some sort of sickness that MAY BE RELATED TO THE FLU, contributing to the fact that several kids in her uni have already been kidnapped by El H1N1. Plus, I just recovered from a sore throat that lasted less than 24 hours. BUT A SORE THROAT NONETHELESS.

So perhaps I'm overreacting now, which is quite rare if you know me. (I have a long criminal history with the institution of hygienic/disease phobias. Wait that didn't make any sense-) But maybe that should be justified, because 60% of Americans arenotworriedaboutthisandthisperfectlyhealthygirlinOhioorsomewherediedfromit. The consensus of doctors and other people in medical positions claim that H1N1 acts just like a regular flu, and unless you are pregnant, diabetic, have asthma, a babby, aged .5-24 years old, very elderly, or are a total n00b, you shouldn't be too distressed. Yeah, that severs a nice bulk of population, mm?


Okay, I'm going to get the flu shot ASAP.

ohh, also visit my other blog @ rosyshams.tumblr.com. No angst guarenteed; it'll just be photos and music. Yippee!

Test Blurb

Has anyone noticed how stringent testing policies at AHS are? I'm sure that this is necessary to deter any possible forms of cheating, but it just annoys me because I'm just a freshman.

Loads of people copy homework, anyways.

One kid in my chem. class asked to see a worksheet of mine.
Then I noticed that she started copying it.
I snatched it away, of course.

In Chem., the instructor was constantly yelling at people standing too close to each other when inspecting an array of tools to name.
In Alg. 2, a kid was scolded for having a pencil box on his desk, and another had the teacher fetch a tissue for her.

I'd just like to grab em and shake them by the shoulders (if I was tall enough) and yell,
"CHILL!!!1!"
but most likely they'd just say in return,
"THIS IS SRS BUSINESS!!`1`!!~11"

Also,
http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/dhs_sets_security_alert?utm_source=a-section
and
http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2009/09/13/unattended-children-will-be-shot/

So tiny in this world of nightmares

You came here expecting a blog post

Prepare to be sorely disappointed.
_____

I just locked an open door... strange, yet symbolically compelling.

Here's to alcohol, the cause of —and solution to— all life's problems.

Well done, android. The Enrichment Center once again reminds you that android hell is a real place where you will be sent at the first sign of defiance.

The following tale of alien encounters is true. And by true, I mean false. It's all lies. But they're entertaining lies. And in the end, isn't that the real truth? The answer is: No.

You're as repulsive as a monkey in a negligee.

We're baking lots of cake like you've never seen before.

Bite my glorious golden ass!

Definition: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds.

Me fail English? That's unpossible.

Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.

This is the worst kind of discrimination. The kind against me.

Your love is like a brontosaurus. Recognized as a mistaken combination long ago, lingering only out of misplaced affection for the past.

In what scientists are calling "pretty gay", I can't find my shoes.

You know how some people consider "may you lead an interesting life" a curse? Well, screw that, let's have an adventure.

Looking at one's cards is a crutch for those that rely on skill.

Read 'em and weep! And then tell me what they are.

Bite my shiny metal hat.

You're not a good person. You know that, right? Good people don't end up here.

What's a wedding? Webster's dictionary describes it as the act of removing weeds from one's garden.

There goes the neighborhood. There goes another neighborhood.

No, you're driving under the influence... of being a jerk!

My eyes! The goggles do nothing!

Gonna eat your brains and gain your knowledge.

The internet is a series of tubes.

I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.

My Logical Data Analysis Sector indicates that would be highly unlikely, and my Bullshit Meter agrees.

I hate you!!! And I hate the bands you like!!!

Bug Bite Remedies

I do not know why, but my blood is especially attractive to mosquitos.
It tastes pretty gross to me, but maybe that's not the same for them.

As of now, I am squirming with 17 bites on my feet (most of them "inactive" now, thank God), which is mild compared to my record of 30/40+ at one time. I compiled a list of some remedies that work for me (taken from the intranet of course). Some may be more or less effective depending on you.

-Baking Soda+Water mixed into a thin paste (quite effective)
-A slice of fresh lemon applied directly to bite
-Lemon Juice + Salt + Mouthwash (not too effective)
-A towel soaked in hot water (as hot as it could be w/o burning yourself) and poking your big bites with it (quite effective)
-Mark an "X" with your fingernail right on the center of the bite. Releases some toxin apparantly
-Spit (should be last resort, really)

If you find yourself scratching incessantly, stick a Band Aid over the bite. Who wants an infection, srsly.

A H S

Summer melted away like that witch from Wiz. of Oz into a puddle.
Or should I say, school.
Before I commence my rant on how GREAT high school is, I must say my summer was a failure.
I neglected many of my " goals " (1000 words in 3 months? Ha! More like 50.) and barely brushed any of them, except maybe for the violining bit.

Anyways, I am currently infatuated with high school life. After 2 years of being cooped up in the perpetually unchanging ratty environment with the same ratty people, it was quite pleasant. (Lawl, jk ; I LOVE YOU GUYS.)

Why is it so enjoyable?
1. AWESOME FRIENDS (/acquaintances)
I found out that the secret to making friends is just not to be timid. Or shy.
Yeah, I know- common sense, d'oh..
but hey-
I just realized that.
So I met quite a few people bursting with winsauce and they make the transition much more easier. and goofier.

2. AWESOME TEACHERS
Two of my teachers lets us eat in class/chew gum.
Luckily, one of the classes is right before lunch, so no more power-starving!
Woo!
omnomnomnom.
Also, they're pretty cool, in the respect that I am actually interested in what they have to say and LOOK FORWARD to CLASS. Gasp !

3. Better food variety, srsly.
First time I saw SALAD being served in school as a main course.
SALAD, people.
LIKE ACTUAL
FRESH.
VEGETABLES.

OH
MY
GOSH.

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