So.

After several months of being ignored by admissions people, I get called by someone asking if I'd be willing to host a - well, I guess they're still prospies - someone that had been accepted to Pomona. I'm a little fuzzy as to whether that means they ARE coming or they MIGHT BE coming. Anyway. The lady on the phone started rambling about how they needed hosts - it's a fairly standard ploy, act frazzled and people help you - so I interrupted her when she was talking about the first girl, who's coming Tuesday, and "really needs a host." So I said, "I can do that."

So I am. Again, after several months (because they were ignoring me), I'm hosting a prospie again. Woo. Don't know her name or when she's coming or anything, and I'll have to make special trips to the mail box tomorrow so I can pick up meal tickets and the like, and probably move my bed too since it's in the middle of the room now... But I'm hosting. They asked me.

I'm not sure if I should be flattered or insulted.

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Darn shirt needed fixing. Fwa to you too, deary, and thanks so much for trying to fall upart on me, make me unclothed.

I need new shirts. Actually, I need shirts that don't assume I have a tiny chest. Things stretched out of proportion, anyone? That's me every day unless I get super-huge stuff. Meh.

Had a lump in my throat today, and a very upset stomach that had to be babied with lots of fibre and as little starch and/or sugar as possible. Which meant celery sticks for lunch. Bleah. It would seem my body is continuing its campaign to evict me. Always doing irritating stuff, like developing random lumps and infections - been a while since it tried nausea, though, have to give it that. And no, I'm not a hypochondriac: I don't say I'm sick, I say that my body hates me. Or I don't feel well. Or that I have a headache (very common, that). I haven't complained of being sick since I worked my immune system down to almost nothing senior year of high school.

So I'm just typing randomly because I'm bored but I don't want to do homework yet, and if I get creative I won't get any work done at all.

Go me.

art-ness again

Having now completed homework (and decided not to study for the Linguistics midterm until tomorrow, when it will stick), I am going to be artistic again. Or creative. Whatever.

( fun without profit )