Alka-Seltzer+a shortage on kleenex=a very unwanted sickness.

I'm sick.

My froomate Jessica was nice enough to give me alka-seltzer. Now. Lets talk about this. Alka-Seltzer works really well sometimes. But I think it's absolutely nasty. You know those children that just cannot or refuse to swallow horse pills (why are they called horse pills? Hm? Do horses take pills of that size, henceforth and whereto the name? Or is it simply because horses are big, and are henceforth and hitherto an ample comparison? Because I do not feel like I'm swallowing a horse when I try to get those pills down. More like a spaceship. Thank you for your parenthetical time). Do you see where I was going with this? Bunny tracks are only good in ice cream, not stories. And yes I just made that up. I like corny, macabre puns that make you want to cry.

Speaking of crying...

Alka-Seltzer is like a weird soda. My mom would make me take it. It tastes like fairy vomit.


Another blogging point I wanted to make was that professors never have kleenexes. And I want to know why. I know I'm not in high school anymore, where there are always mounds of boxes. But I never see ANY. Like...do people not get colds in college?!!! Do these professors not realize what season this is?!!! Was there a shortage at Wal-Mart?! I'm just...so disgustedly sick.

I was going to make another point, but I forgot. It had nothing to do with sickness though, so it would probably be bad blogging etiquette to write it...Seeing how my title is very umbrella-like and specific.

Oh! I remembered! I'm going to say it anyway.

Bikers. On campus. Are like a hurricane. Every time they whiz past me, I can't help thinking....what if I had moved, just an inch? They would have squashed me. And I know what you're thinking. A Bike, Bekah? Really? Bikes are harmless. Suck it up and let them have the sidewalk, like the maniacs they are. (Things you will see a lot in my blog: parentheses (eh? Eh?!!!) Double parentheses, and little italicized words to denote ethereal thoughts in my head) well let me tell you something. Bikes are not harmless. I can see myself lying there, bleeding out of the tire-treaded gash in my back. People will walk by and say, Oh my. It looks like she was attacked by a deranged, rabid squirrel! 

And don't even get me started on the squirrels on this campus...