Shoo flu, don't bother me!

So, I'm officially down with the sickness.

After a couple of hallucinations due to intermittent episodes of high fever, my friends finally convinced me to go to Campus Health Services. My doctor sent me home and told me to stay there for several days.

I'm so terribly used to getting sick that the flu doesn't seem half as evil as what people tell me it is. That's good, I guess. Much love to my friends who have sent me sweet texts and Facebook messages wishing me well. I especially love Kathia Davidson's message, "Char will beast flu! Flu, prepare to be beasted by the masterful Charita!!!" Thank you. You make me feel like a superhero. <3

On a more serious note, I'd also like to thank my wonderful professors and TA's for helping me get through this horrible semester. If I would've known about all of the health problems I was going to face this year, I would have taken a medical leave of absence. I'm truly grateful that they've made special accommodations for me; I know I wouldn't be in such good academic shape if it weren't for those considerations. Hopefully, things will be easier for me next semester when I start my treatment for ADHD, anxiety, depression, and all of that good stuff.

I also have to thank my family for taking good care of me. They've been treating my like a princess; I know I'll miss them when I go back to the university for finals. There is absolutely nothing better than to be at home with your mami, papi, and sis when you're feeling like crap. I love you all! <3

And last, but not least, I have to thank Henry Neufeld for being my life buddy. Henry came to see me a couple of weeks ago before Thanksgiving Break--it was the best visit I've had in a long time! It felt incredibly good to finally see him after long months without face-to-face communication. He took this beautiful photograph of me at the Old Well. What an eye! I love you and miss you!

Oh, lawd. I CANNOT wait for this semester to be over. Cybernetic hugs and kisses to all!

Cheers,

Char

The Diff. bet. Medicine & Poison is in the Dose

You don't miss the...

October 2, 2009

2am

2^nd Floor/ UNITAS Lounge

Morning full of laughs after a night full of tears

Savannah Copeland's words of wisdom:

You don’t miss yo’ water ‘til the well run dry.

You don’t miss the milk until your cow dies.

You don’t miss your electricity until it gets cut off.

Savannah: “I can’t believe you’ve never heard that!”

Iesha Bailey: *surprised* "Nooo!!!"

~*~

Iesha: “Do you guys even have a Walmart?”

Savannah: *stops* "We don’t have one in our town, but I’ve been to Walmart."

Iesha: “Do you know who the President is? He’s Black.”

Savannah: "Actually, he’s biracial."

Char: "LOL!"

~*~

Sigh,

Char

Super Melodramatic Romanticness, Part 1

Our love is the title...

We sometimes wade in ankle-deep water,

We sometimes drown atop towering stilts.

We swim in this virginal, wondrous whirlpool,

Wanting more—sextant set to perfect degrees.

Wicked wonder gets wetter and wetter,

And we don’t know any better. Whether

To sleep on quilts of qualm, or to Love on

Different beds. Sea of sheets untucked, to rest.

We search for everything, nothing at all,

Spin-waving, head bursting with lullabies

Of old. New songs fill our souls. We hold hands.

Welcome aboard. Hold on to the unknown.

A map to play by ear, nothing to fear now.

Our compass points North, wherever that may be,

To set us free. Hold on tight now, to we.

And we’re still holding hands…

~Char

One Little Turtle

One Little Turtle

(on its back)

by Char

Ellipses of sand beneath my feet

Replace my childhood memories.

As I dance between the "ought" and "is"...

The "buts" and "ifs"... A kiss, no kiss.

One little turtle, all feet in the air, all despair.

With my eyes open to the world, I am blind.

The eye of the storm,

and goodnight...

It's an epic, inconceivable, fail;

And, unlike you, it's all mine.