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Boy do I feel like shit. This past week has just been one disgusting piece of phlegm after the other. (Can you tell I've caught a cold?)Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is the third time this year! What the hell is wrong with me?!?! It's like my immune system decided to take a vacation.
Me: Hey immuny, how ya doing?
Immune System (IS): I'm going on vacation.
Me: What do you mean you're going on vacation?
IS: I need a break.
Me: From what?
IS: From protecting you against life-threatening diseases. It's hard work you know.

Bah. You know what? Let the immune system go on vacation. I'm gonna milk this sickness for all it's worth. I'll miss class, because I'm too sick to go. I'll cancel my dates with NoBalls, because I'm too sick to go. I'll tell everyone to f*ck off, because I'm too sick to care! (Okay, so maybe note the last one, but I was on a role.)

Needless to say, my week has been pretty dull, except for a few high points which I will outline for you below.

1. I had a Grey's Anatomy marathon! (I bought the first season on dvd and sat down to watch the whole thing. Boy was it worth the nine hours I wasted on it!)

2. I started off the week yelling at "The Limo." The Limo is my car. It's a beat up old '89 Civic, but I love it to pieces. Anyways, on Monday morning, I got up a bit earlier because it was cold outside and I knew ol' Limmy would need some time to warm up. I started up the car, and pushed the button to open up all the doors. (It may be an old car, but it still has power locks.) As soon as I opened them, they locked on me just as quickly. Finding that peculiar, I tried doing it again, but the same thing happened. I unlocked the back door manually and got out of the driver's seat, and shut the door. I went to open up the back door, but when I did, the door locked on me! LIMO LOCKED THE DOORS ON ME! Needless to say, we (the car and I) had a very long talk that morning, most of which consisted of a long string of profanity by yours truly, while I waited for my brother, (who is a mechanic) to save my ass. Thank goodness he only works five minutes away (I was running late for school at this point). He came and on that cold, frost-bitten Monday morning,I learned how to break into a car with a coat hanger. AND, I can proudly say, I made it to school on time!

3. I had a run in with Alchie. *Shudders* I was on my way to the library Wednesday morning when I spotted Alchie walking in front of me with his hot friend who shall from now on be called "Evil Spawn." At first they didn't notice me, which was great. I thought I was in the clear. But of course, Fate, being the nasty bitch that she is, decided to tease me. I was on my way up the escalator when I noticed Alchie was going in the same direction. We were riding up the escalator, and he glanced down in my direction a few times, but I didn't think he noticed me because I still had my tuke on from the morning trek from the bus loop. Unfortunately, as soon as I reached the top, Alchie turned around and said in his loud and obnoxious voice, "Hey there LemonDrop! How are you doing?" I silently cursed fate but mustered up enough energy to mutter, "Fine." Come on folks, at this point, I hadn't even picked up my morning coffee. He then continued to speak to me, even though I made my complete disinterest very noticeable. He asked, "What are you doing here?" I felt like picking up one of the heavy encyclopedias that were near by and smashing it repeatedly over his head, but instead I replied (with extreme wittiness), "It's a library. I'm getting books." After this reply, I bolted. More than likely Alchie was there to pick up chicks. Ha, at one point, he even tried to pick up PinkPolish. (I'll let her tell you that story.)

4. I went to the International Auto Show at the Metro Toronto Convention Centre (http://www.autoshow.ca/2006/default.asp) and had a really great time, when I wasn't chasing my nephews around and making sure they weren't being abducted by strangers. I never knew this before, or maybe I was too young to realize this, but the car show was a gold mine for hot guys! (Maybe even better than the university gym.) Let me tell you, I spent a good fifteen minutes talking to his one really good looking guy about the superiority of a Honda engine over a Ford. (Oh, by the way, I have fallen in love with the new Honda Fit. It's a new 2006 model that the dealers will be getting shortly. It's similar to the Civic Hatch they had some odd years ago.)


Lesson of the week: Don't try hitting on men in the military. It could get difficult to tell whether or not they're flirting back. (Stupid good looking, rugged exterior.) *Shakes fist*