This whole being-sick thing is getting too old.
I don't like it.
I'm sick of having to take DayQuil and that doesn't even do much other than stop me from feeling like death.
Plus, my man-cough is just making me too insecure in class when my throat is killing me...
I think it's been about 3 weeks that I've sounded/felt terrible.
Other than the complaining about being sick and feeling miserable, I don't feel like absolute death like Week 2. So I'd say Week 3 was better. I had 2 interviews which seemed to go pretty well so I was excited..yayy!
Yesterday Mike, Jessica, Talisha, and I went to the Korean Festival. Lots of Korean food and pop music artists and so many people pushing and yelling Korean. Some sweet stuff, and my American-bubble of personal space was totally violated. Good thing I'm Cuba-Pino so I'm familiar with the whole thing, but poor Mike exclaimed "If this was Black-Fest there would be so many fights breaking out!!" Haha :)
Kabba Modern showed up towards the end!! Also, these Korean bboys showed up. I'm a noob, so I don't know who they are but they're world famous and one of them was Bboy Rush. They all were GOOOD. I took tons of pics and videos on my phone. EVERYONE rushed and pushed to see them so I could barely see things even though I was on a piggy back ride.
I'm going to complain again about being sick: something that sucks about being sick is that EVERYTHING tastes horrible! My mom made me a really good smoothie and I could tell it tasted good in real life but it tasted gross to my sick tongue. :( Wah. Why is this relevant? Well, after Korean Fest we went to Denny's and I got a yummy Twisted Frosty...that tasted weird to my sick taste buds.. :( Wah.
Over ice cream, discussions over CRU Fall Retreats, and the killing of a small bug using the two tables, we came to the conclusion that we should totally just go to Dan's house and bother him. We were sick of him being in hiding and missed him too much. We were too worried about him! I know where he lives so we drove out and find his house.
We found the man and he's ALIVE! He's freaking ALIVE. With a mustache and beard! He looks like a completely different person! It's scary. Anyways, we all talked for forever and a day, and had a brawl tournament...leading to a family photoshoot...and more talking for forever and a day. An hour or two later, what started out as a Denny's run turned into us dropping off the Mason apartment-livers at their apartments, deciding upon a Wednesday dinner, and slightly tipsy Ricky telling me to bring Dan to say hi to him and people. So Dan and I ended up driving to this party where everyone was exclaiming "OMG DANIEL!!!!!" I ended up meeting half of the FCA and deciding even more that I love it. I got to meet a ton of people though I don't remember many names, and I have an idea that few will remember what they did and said last night.
It was here that I feel that Daniel came to the realization how much his friends care about him. It took the collaborative efforts of Mike, Talisha, Jessica, Carmen, and finally a drunken-yet-deep and eye-opening speech from Ricky to make him realize! Pft. We could yell at the dude for hours... Ricky decided that we were family: Dan's the son, Ricky's the dad, and I'm the Auntie. Chyea. Go Familia. Chyea. It was a good night. Dan better not stay back in hiding, I think I'll get everyone to come and bug him until he comes out.
Now I'm coughing like crazy at work, and I haven't had any meds this morning... :/ The weather is getting colder, and Weezy's playing. :) We be steady mobbin. ♥ Hah.
45 more minutes until I can go home! Can't wait.
Until later,
~Esa-Cita ♥
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