That One Required Thing

I met a person. Her name is Maddie. She likes Miraculous. That’s a weird french tv show and I’ve watched all of the first season too but I don’t know why. She also puts ice cubes in her milk.

A list of things Maddie likes:

1. Putting ice cubes in milk
2. Miraculous
3. Waffles with chocolate chips

I have a hard time really getting to know people. When I’m told to talk to someone I usually can’t think of anything to say. It’s much easier for me to get to know people when I’m not told that I have to do it, because it adds pressure to the conversation.

For example, this assignment was to talk to someone you haven’t spoken to before in class and write about that experience. For me, that kinda took away from the experience. We spent more of our time talking focused on what we were going to write than actually getting to know each other.

In addition to that, we didn’t really even have a one on one conversation, since the people around us were also talking to us and we kept getting distracted by them.

That being said, Maddie seems like a pretty cool person. I mean, her hair is purple and pink, and that’s pretty awesome. She likes the show Miraculous too. That’s a french t.v. show for younger kids. But it’s still entertaining for all ages. I respect that being Maddies favorite show. Also, chocolate chip waffles are definitely the greatest kind of waffles, if not the best breakfast food there ever was.

Maybe we aren’t destined to be best friends, since it is likely that this class is the only place our paths will cross, but that doesn’t mean Maddie isn’t super cool. It just means the universe doesn’t want us to know each other.

I’m honestly not sure what else to write about. I’m super sick and my head hurts and my cough is just the worst thing ever. Yesterday I couldn’t fall asleep until 1 am because I wouldn’t stop coughing. Every five minutes I would cough until I almost threw up. And that’s really not an exaggeration.

I went to the doctor yesterday and I’m getting a prescription for antibiotics and a prescription for a steroid. Basically, I have this one illness that makes me cough a lot and that causes my vocal cords or throat or something to be inflamed and that makes me cough more. So yay. We love pain.

I want to go to sleep.

I’m so tired.

I want to finish this but I also don’t because I don’t know what I want to write about . I feel bad. I don’t like when things are required because then I’m worried I’ll do it wrong.

Next week I’m going to Witches Woods with Josh Booth, Cecilia Cronin and Taryn Emerle. That’s going to be super fun. I’ll probably write a blog about it.

I just discovered that Maddie loves Halloween and is going to Salem in October (for obvious reasons). This proves to me that Maddie is a witch. Maybe we should be best friends, since I’m apparently a serial killer. The terror we could bring upon the world really inspires me. Unfortunately, Maddie does not like horror movies. But this is fine. I can work around it.

Talking makes my throat hurt more.

This cough is literally the worst thing ever. It’s just like “hi, guess what, you can’t sleep or breathe or drink water or sit calmly and watch t.v or do literally anything ever.”

So I went to a cross country meet on Saturday and ran one of my worst times of the season and also felt like absolute crap the whole time. So that was fun.

But my cough is getting better now. I’ve been taking my antibiotics and steroids so now I’m less likely to suffocate while coughing. That’s always a fun experience, when you can’t get air into or out of your lungs and you just sit there not able to breathe in either direction all confused.

Also the worst thing happened to me in A block today. See I had a ton of supplemental essays to write for colleges because each one I want to apply to has at least one required essay, and most of them had more than one, but in A block I thought I had finally finished all of them. Until tragedy struck. I was looking at the Penn State portion of my common application and I realized I hadn’t checked the box saying I wanted to apply to the honors college and then six more essays popped up. I thought I was done and now I am not and it’s the worst thing ever. So yay. Now I get to work on that.