Locked out of my room...

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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Well, I'm currently locked out of my dorm room, so I thought I'd take a few minutes and write in my Tpod.  I just nipped on downstairs to boil some food, leaving my purse (containing my cell phone and keys); when I came back upstairs five minutes later, apparently my roomate had come and gone, and locked the door behind her.  Can't call her, either.  Hope she comes back tonight!

I'd hoped to be doing some homework, but seeing as that's impossible, I guess this is the next best thing.  Haven't updated in a while, due to my lack of a life.  Go to school, go back to the dorms, wake up, go to school...etc.  There's really not much to report! 

I envy all my fellow Americans who have all managed to make rich boyfriends who take them to the Maldives, all expenses paid, and whatnot.  If I were in the Maldives, I assure you, I wouldn't be annoyed about being locked out of my dorm room!  Now, if I were beautiful and blonde, and had a sparkling personality, maybe there'd be hope for me.  I'm not; there's not. 

But no worries...why would I want to go to an archipelago I can't even locate on a map?

Seriously, though.  I've also been laid fairly low with some sort of intestinal illness, which I think is Giardia, which I probably contracted in Yemen.  What happens is, these little parasites lodge themselves in your guts and ensure that you can't digest any milk, meat, or fats of any sort--it's just like being lactose intolerant all over again!  So, I either eat nothing but rice and ramen, have cramps, and feel weak and malaisy from a wimpy diet...or I eat lots of good stuff, have worse cramps, and feel weak and malaisy from the illness!  I think the choice is obvious. 

Man, I thought my guts were invulnerable.

On the less disgusting side of the news, someone else asked if I was Russian...a waiter in a Moroccan room in a restaurant.  For clarity:  NO, I'm not Russian.  I'm not a prostitute either.  So please stop asking me.

Lastly, speaking of money, I'm running a bit low on cash till April.  Curse my lack of a rich boyfriend!  Just kidding.  I don't take charity, and I don't get into debt of other folks, especially not rich men with a sense of entitlement.  Plus, I have Karma to watch out for!  BUT--this means that I briefly hired myself out as...not a prostitute...but an ENGLISH TUTOR.  And that is how I learned that I will never, ever become a teacher.  I know one thing I'm not doing in Grad School!  And isn't it good that I learned it beforehand?

Well, I'm going to go break into my room.
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