I'm ill. I feel better than I felt yesterday, and I might have been able to cope at school, but I still feel ill and this fact pisses me off greatly. Come the weekend, I would've been ill for two freaking weeks, and not with something critical or dire, but just some stupid pathetic winter-y cold. This annoys me and I feel like such a freaking attention seeker for some reason. Grr. *bashes illness into a coma*
Why is it that every time I think of listening to more music, music other than U2, U2's music either suddenly becomes extremely meaningful to my life, or I discover something fantastically new about them again? I put on the All That You Can't Leave Behind CD last night ... and I'm still listening to it. It just feels so new, so good, so not-like-the-other-U2-CDs-I'd-been-liste
Oh, by the way, Nineteen Eighty-Four by Orwell is GENIUS. I love this book.