Health! Wahahaha!

Finally! I was sick for about three full days, but now I'm feelin' so much bloody better! Yay for the power of awesome!

So, recent events. Last Thursday (the 28th, of October), I dropped by the Walker Art Museum for a neat little ceremony called Mix Tape Exchange. I came prepared, brandishing ten discs of my favorite music, and traded them all off. I bet my neighbors were convinced of my schizophrenia from all the various sorts of music flowing from my room that night!

Friday came and went, and then BAM! SATURDAY, OCTOBER 31ST. BRING ON THE SCARY!

I had only one major set of plans for Halloween, and that was attending Megan's party along with other major members of the Group. The plan was to show up as one character/costume/monster dressed as another. I dawned white tights, white shorts, a white dress shirt, a long white cape, brushed my hair over my face and proclaimed myself Morita Shinobu (from Honey and Clover) in the style of Tima (from Metropolis). I then set out with Travis, Uriah, and Eric to nab Lindsey and hop over to Megan's pad.

However, by the time we got there Lindsey was already beginning to feel under the weather. A few hours in, and she'd already tossed her lunch, so she got taken home (by Uriah). That left Travis, Eric, and myself to deal with the rest of the party. To avoid being hit on by less-than-desirable characters, the more awesome of our group headed downstairs to shoot the shit and play some games. Werewolves was played, I got some more of my homework done, and before I knew it was past midnight. Deciding on better company, Uriah, Travis, Eric and myself decided to bail out and see what was happening at the condo.

By the time we got there, several variations of hell had taken over, and our meager company only added to the fray. DVDs were watched, good times were had, and a battle erupted king-of-the-hill style over who claimed dominance of a local beanbag chair. I was able to finish the lineart for my homework, and we all got together to take a group photo similiar to the one taken last year our Halloween party. We ditched the scene when Uriah started to get tired, and the night ended on a high note with Travis, Grant, and I murdering each other on Super Smash Brothers.

Sunday passed uneventfully. I finished homework, ate a hearty meal, and slept early in preparation for the next day.

Monday morning started oddly. I had showered before class, ate a little bit of breakfast, and was a little sleepy, but something was amiss. My stomach seemed not to enjoy my meal too well, gurgling in menacing manner and protesting my waking world. Slowly, as the hours passed, I realized that there was a problem with my inner workings, and decided I should talk to my illustration teacher about taking my first absence of the semester. This was extremely good judgment on my part, because after talking to her, I returned home and was wracked for hours with the most terrible body aches and stomach pains, my skull threatening to burst from pressure. I did not eat, barely slept, sweat profusely, and writhed in agony for the entire night.

Tuesday morning arrived, and I had important work to do; at 9:30 AM, I was to print a piece of work with a classmate. I was feeling a little odd, but not so much that I couldn't act on my schedule. However, by the time we were underway with the print process I was highly toxic again, unable to think or see clearly. I returned home again, warning my workplace that I would be unable to make it that evening, and settled in for another sleepless night, although I did happen to get a little chicken noodle soup in me.

Wednesday arrived, and I was still under the weather. Popping into my Ideation and Process class, I got the necessary discussion for our collaborative process taken care of, recieved my instructions for the next class, and removed myself from the company of my colleagues for fear of infecting the whole human race with my affliction. Returning home, I proceeded to research the processes of genetic inheritance, DNA transcription, and protein creation before passing out early in the morning.

Now, I sit healthily in my chair at the back of the Digital Illustration class, free of disease and bristling with energy. I once again give blessing for my high constitution stat, for not once in my period of illness did my stomach revolt and churn itself inside out. Having successfully faced this demon and emerged victorious after another year, I feel reborn, rejuvenated, able to face the coming challenges with vigor and determination.

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Bring it on.