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So I'm sick. I managed to contract a sinus infection over the weekend, which led to me hacking up all sorts of nastiness, depleting my suite's Kleenex fund, and possibly spreading the infection to a number of my friends. Fun. One thing I like about being sick though, is that being slightly drugged up gives me a slightly euphoric feeling. It's weird, and I've never really talked about this, but I get this feeling, and things just feel better. Like that song sounds nicer, that poem sounds so much more poetic, that scene is so much more beautiful, and you're so much more grateful for the nice weather. I sound like a druggie, I know. I like to think it's not drug-induced. I got that feeling once before, or at least once that I can significantly remember, and that was when I was at high school. It was end of term, and we were meant to have a show, but nothing came together, so the whole school ended up just hanging out in the chapel. I was on my own, because my friends had all left me for their significant others, and this song came on. It just sounded so... beautiful? No, ethereal is the word I'm looking for. It was just so lovely. It's still one of my favorite songs. You probably don't think it's anything special, but the song is Leaving (Always On Time Pt. II) - Ashanti ft. Ja Rule.Anyway, so I try to recall that feeling a lot. Most times the feeling evades me. I sit, and I sigh sometimes, because I don't feel anything. Not sadness, not happiness, not satisfaction - nothing. This feeling, I think, is what I'm looking for. I manage to grasp wisps of it when I listen to "Can You Stand The Rain" by Boyz II Men, and think back to the first time I heard it. I was six years old, and listening to my brother's Evolution album in the small, dark, cosy room he shared with my other brother. At that time, the melody of that amazing a capella was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.I also get a strange sort of clarity when I get sick. All my senses are heightened, and I feel much more, and I become introspective. My revelation this time has been that I should really give up on the dude L. I said I would give up on him, about a week ago, but I don't think I accepted the fact that giving up meant "giving up" until yesterday. I mean, not only did he never get back to me, now when I see him, he pretends like he didn't see me and fixes his eyes somewhere else as I walked by. Once, he actually looked at me and gave me this awkward smile. But the same day, he went back to ignoring me, if that's what it is. And frankly, a girl can take a hint. It's my fault that it ended up this way. I need to accept the fact that I messed up and move on. (That being said, I should sort stuff out with that other dude.) Another thing is that I'm nearly nineteen. I feel like there's some growing that needs to be done. My eighteenth year hasn't exactly been stellar. I would like my nineteenth year (God-willing) to be better. And that means leaving 18's troubles behind.Another more negative aspect of being sick and drugged is that it makes me very stagnant. (Sorry, I can't find the right word...) Basically, I don't want to do anything. I don't want to go to class, do homework, or go to the semi-formal in our courtyard on Saturday (mainly because L will be there, but whatever). I even get annoyed when I have to go to the dining hall and get food. I just don't want to do anything. This is not good, considering I have a LOT of French homework, and my organic chemistry lab to prepare for. So I really shouldn't be blogging right now... hmm..... Anyway, that's today's story. I was going to put in one of my poems, but I decided to write instead. Also because going back to those poems means going back to L, and I'm not ready to do that right now.I want to make a love poster. I was reading 1 Corinthians 13, and I just got inspired. I put it down on paper, but it'll be a while before I put it up. It's going to take time. And I'm going to need bubble text. And Photoshop... Anyway, will post it here when I get it done.Oh, and I'm over my Jem obsession. I still think the pink neon light would have looked great on my wall, but I think I'll settle for the t-shirt and renting the DVDs from Netflix. More on Jem later.I am SO not going to get any work done today. I may as well start the French, so that I can do the Organic Chemistry after dinner and be done early.

Welcome to the Freshman 40. Three College students in different collges across America will recount their experiences during the first 40 days of their college life. Prepare for the funny, the unfortunate, and the just downright dumb. Not to be missed!

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The Official Blog for Groundstreet Radio - This week featuring a blog post from the opening of Rococo Pink, a new boutique in Abuja offering accessories, sexy maternity wear, smoothies, and miracle juice. V. cool.

I salute this blog. I admit, in the beginning I was a little jealous, but I'm way over it. Besides, she's a lot older than me, with more money, so why am I worried. A naija gal doing her thing. oh yeah!