I haven't been to classes in a week because of how contagious I might be. I might have mono but I definitely have an ear infection. Yeah. Pain. Ain't it a bitch?Roommate's been gone since Thursday night. She went home. It's been lovely having all this space to myself.
Too bad I'm too contagious to really enjoy it.
I've been watching a lot of Felicity on WE, and I'm beginning to draw some startling similarities between myself and the lead character.
Me: Changed my major my sophomore year from English to Philosophy and failed the proceeding tests.Felicity: Changed her major from Pre-Med to Art and was slammed for her first drawing.
Me: Dated an older man named David Sch*nb**n and lost my virginity to him.Felicity: Dated an older man named David Sherman, who would be the first guy she slept with and actually had feelings for.
Me: Thinks I might have mono but am hoping it's just the flu.Felicity: Thought she had mono, turned out it was the flu.
I forgot how much I loved that show.
I realized something last night that I don't think a lot of you knew I didn't realize.
Still with me? Good. Hold on tight.
I was applying this really unnattractive rash ointment on my lower torso when I thought about how nice my skin is, how cute those two random freckles are three inches east of my belly button, the curve of the slope of my protruding right hip bone. And I thought it was all nice looking from my own personal angle.
I've never really allowed myself to think that before. There was always something getting in the way (a breakup or my own head) or something else causing it that wasn't innate (friends saying it, boyfriends commenting on my body in the christmas lights). The attitude hasn't spread towards my legs or my arms just yet, but it's a start.
But I saw something nice in my upper/lower torso last night and I'm still seeing it today.
