I am sick and tired

of being sick and tired. I am finishing up my 12th day of being sick, and I think I am finally starting to feel better. I am sure I would be feeling much better if I could sleep through the night, but I've had a really bad sore throat for 7 days now (it's not strep) which means I do not sleep through the night. I love sleep, but my recent sleep habits would not prove this fact, in fact they might suggest I actually hate sleeping and think it's a waste of time. But nope, that's how I feel about peeing.

Here's a weird thing I experienced while being sick. I went to the Student Health Center a couple of times and each time I was there someone sat RIGHT NEXT TO ME even though the rest of the lobby was empty. What? Why would someone do that? I mean, I know that not only sick people go in there, but I definitely look sick. A little better than death, but not much. So why, oh why would someone choose to sit next to me if there is an abundance of other seating options? I get annoyed when people sit right next to me on a regular day, but when I'm sick? I wanted to just be left alone. I should've breathed my nasty breath on them.

One thing I wish I could've had while sick was the eggnog my mom used to make me whenever I was sick.



I've made a couple things here and there between these and that cake, but they weren't picture worthy. But then I found this recipe for Pumpkin Whoopie Pies and I not only wanted to try it, I wanted to document it. I only ran into one problem...not enough flour. So, I had to cut the recipe in half which is probably a good thing because that means there were only 6 for me to eat.

Mmm....pumpkin, and sugar, and spices! Oh my!
Yes, the batter was delicious. I have to taste it to make sure it's worth baking.
This was the stuff for the yummy filling.
All finished and put together. I'm not sure this picture does them justice. They were sooooo Yummy and pumpkin-y and soft. The only downside is that each one is like eating two cookies at once. So really instead of only eating 6 it was like eating 12. But they tasted like fall so I had to do it.


I got my shoes tied tight...I hope I don't get in a fight

Well, school started again. So far this quarter has really kicked my butt, then flipped over my twitching body and pummeled me in the stomach with an added bonus kick in the head. It's been awesome.
I'm not even finished with my second week yet, and I'm already about 100 pages behind on my reading. Which might not sound like a big deal, but it'll add up REALLY fast if I don't take control of it soon and stop letting it get the best of me.
Here is something new for me: I've spoken up in my Psychology of Women class multiple times already. The last time I said something I even managed to get through it without turning turnip red. I was so proud of myself. I guess maybe I finally realized that I might as well speak up, other people do and they usually sound like idiots. I might think too highly of myself but I'm like 99% sure I do not sound like an idiot when I speak up in class.