Walking Germfest

I’ve the grumps this evening because 1) I’m sick 2) I’ve been to 1/3 of my classes today and that was already torturous enough 3) I’ve tons of work to complete (so does everyone else, it’s finals period, go figure) 4) it’s so freaking cold outside 5) so I’m sitting here at my desk having just woken up, and not happy and merry at TCF. I also have administrative crap (it’s funny how I just stopped myself from saying ‘shit’ after typing TCF) to deal with that is just a thorn in the backside on top of all this. My nose won’t stop running; I can’t go ten minutes without scrambling for tissue. This morning it was so clogged I panicked for a while while I was brushing my teeth cos I realised I couldn’t breathe. I think I shall try to quarantine myself in this room in the mean time and not spread my germs to everybody. I feel like a giant, walking germfest infecting the world cos it’s winter now and everyone’s starting to look like balls of clothing and I am no exception.

So I thought, might as well blog about it right? Since this blog is, after all, for all you peeps back home anyway, and since I am so bad at keeping in touch (still haven’t replied those emails sorry!!!) and since I need an outlet through which to whine. Ow. My nose is all sore and red at the sides from all that tissue (toilet paper, now that all my tissue is gone). I look like Rudolph. Wonderful. And did I mention that I have a MOUNTAIN of work? I know this is a pretty self-centred post, I’m sorry, but please bear with me.

My suitemates are outside in the common room trying to make snowflakes with coloured paper so that our suite can look Christmassy. Oh and I must say that I’m very thankful for motherly suitemates who give me food when I am too sick to leave the room. I’ve left our suite twice today, once for French, and once for a project meeting. Not even for FSG, which is sad because it’s the last FSG of the semester and I like them. Very much. The whining continues. Aren’t you glad you’re way back home in sunny Singapore with a T-shirt and shorts on and thinking ‘Thank goodness this whining isn’t audible?’ *proceeds to scroll down*

Honestly, I’m just gritting my teeth and trying to best make my way through the next two weeks without failing any of my finals and finally, finally, getting on that plane to travel 9000 miles back home. Slippers, shorts and Bah Kut Teh sound so good right now. So yes, this is the next best thing to getting an email. I’ll try to be better at not going MIA next semester, I promise.