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•        Difficulty breathing or shortness of breath
•        Pain or pressure in the chest or abdomen
•        Sudden dizziness
•        Confusion
•        Severe or persistent vomiting
•        Flu-like symptoms improve but then return with fever and worse cough

oh fuck.

FUCKING LOST MY LIGHTERRRRRR FUCKKKK shit motherfucking dslkfjaslkdjflaskdjglsdhglasdjf the gas station is too far to walk to fuckkkkk thisss shitttttttttt

There's always that one really creepy small girl who never talks. And when you actually do hear her utter a syllable or two, she speaks with such a tiny whissspery voice that even bats would have a hard time hearing or comprehending. Give up on having a conversation with her because she'll only answer your questions with one word.
 
"So you're into theatre?"

"...........yeah"

"Oh thats cool!"

"...................."

"So are you into shakespeare type stuff?"

"................no"

"Oh- so musical theatre?"

"...........yeah"




"This pad thai is really good."


Anyway we have one! Her name is Rebecca and she got hit by a bus. Literally. Her head got smashed by the hugeee sideview mirror of a UPS/UHAUL truck type vehicle in Philly. She was standing too close to the curb. I geeked out and screamed. She didn't even react--no crying, screaming etc:

"..........i'm okay........"

Who the fuck doesn't react when a bus hits their head?
Maybe she was already brain dead?

And does anyone else find it ironic that the girl who doesn't talk tried out for an acappella group? Two hours after the accident. Apparently she really is into musical theatre.

Going backwards--tonight--80s themed dance party at Haverford. We had gone into town all day (I am in love with Whole Foods. So damned expensive. what the shit) and then I fell asleep in the window seat in the hallway and Dita fell asleep on the floor. The carpeting has STDs so I hope she is ok. I woke up two hours later and stumbed back to my room and fell asleep for another five hoursssss. When I woke up this time I decided that I WOULD go to the dance. And so, half an hour later, complete with knee socks, leggings, and body glitter (CHERRY FLAVORED), I ran to the Blue Bus with Moran and Arielle. A girl told me I smelled like skittles and kool-aid. BODDYY GLITTERRR! The party was supahlame, but Raphael was quite nice. We pced out early and went to WaWa for fooooood. Everyone, including the emts and police either laughed at us or looked at us wicked strangee. The man in his pajamas said hello though.

Still backwards--last night--Post Post and the Trufflehunters and Hford. Smoke and sweat made it hard to see to the other side of the basement and jumpy frizzy orange girl kept INTENTIONALLY bumping us. We left. But before that it had been Parade Night! We ran through the gauntlet of waterballoons and candy and ended up at the end where all the seniors were sitting on the steps drinking and drinking and drinking. Anassa kata! Anassa kata, kalo kale! ia ia ia Nike! Bryn Mawr Bryn Mawr Bryn Mawr! Queen, descend, I invoke you fair one, hail hail hail victory! Then glowsticks and lanterns and songs and 100 streaking seniors and the goodnight song and skinny dipping in the fountain and THENN to find the Trufflehunters. They had the happiest rap In the Whole world!

Again back--last last night--GINGERRRR JESUSSSSSS! Kirsten and I made it around the world and back! Hford had their Lloyd party. We got to every boooooth before they ran out. Appleciderrum, arnoldpalmervodka, spongebobsquarepantscocktail, etc etc. And doublefisting beers from the strange man. We went starspinning with Chris (who was apparently only pretending he was drunk?) and talked to Micky (the cookies jumping into the milk on his shirt proved to be a greeat conversation) Andd! Everytime we saw Ginger Jesus (the man who goes to Bryn Mawr) she screamed GINNNGERRR JESUSSS. Eventually he caught on and looked creeped out. But then the cops came and we had to run away. Scariest moments of ever.

Now--I'm sleepy.