Jaundice-

This morning, in my daily inspection, I came to the conclusion that I might have jaundice. Everything was so yellow, so immediately I freaked out and went to the internet to see how long I had left to live. My roomie asked why I was in such a frenzy, which my reply was, “JAUNDICE! I have jaundice!!!” He looked blankly at me for a second, and so I told him that I was yellow. “Oh Lush, I love you… I put in new light bulbs in the bathroom; they are ‘warmer’ colored bulbs, so you aren’t dying.”

Later on, I went to orgo and felt really cute all-of-a-sudden because I was talking to my friend about people looking at their reflections in the windows of a study hall. So I looked around and decided that I am way cuter than most people in my major, maybe even the entire chemistry building. SO when class got out, I decided to catwalk it out of the BNSN, and I was feelin’ fly (even though I was dying of jaundice).

Yesterday; My roomie had previously bought a bed from IKEA that would allow him to put his desk underneath. I had apprehensions about this thing because it is about 8 feet high and we have 9 foot ceilings, and so I didn’t see how he was going to fit on top. But he asked me a question about his bed to get me in his room, and then barricaded me in so that I would help him. Strangely enough we had bonding time (I blame this on the phenomenon of Stockholm syndrome) and now it has been decided that he, my other roomie, and I will live together next year as well. It seems like such a conundrum to me that I would have so much angst against my roomies and then decide to live with them another year, but for some reason I am doing it. One friend blamed it on the fact that I just want material for my blog, but maybe because I don’t have any male friends whatsoever and I would prefer living with them another year than having to find new roommates who may be crazy (well, I already have crazy roomies… but like I mean like religious crazy ).

Finally: My smirk moment of the century! My roomie who was complaining about his arm has his diagnosis. He had broken his hand and dislocated his thumb. He now must get surgery because he waited too long and his hand healed incorrectly! HAHA! I was right! And now he has to pay 1000 bucks for surgery. I brought up the fact that if he went to the hospital when I suggested, he wouldn’t be in this predicament but he says that isn’t the case. Ooh I was so right. Yes it is horrible that I am basking in the fact that my roomie needs surgery but… come on!