On pants and other things

Once again, dear readers (and the senior retreat was very enlightening--it turns out there are more than two of you!), I have failed to post.

So let's talk about pants. In particular, red pants (red pants, blue pants, one pants, two pants).

Now I personally have nothing against the color red. But. But. As I'm sure everyone knows, denim fades. Dyed denim is no exception. So if you have red jeans and you wash them...won't they eventually turn blotchy pink, a la calamine lotion on chicken-poxed-skin?

Just a thought.

Also, there are some phrases that should never be taken literally. Like "scared shitless". I'm sure it could happen--if, say, you woke up one morning and you were dangling upside down over a pit of toothed giant slugs by your shoelaces, it would be pretty much forgiveable. But otherwise? It better just be a figure of speech, because ew.

Speaking of ew: starving people. Not like people starving people, but more like people reaching the point of starvation on their own. I understand why people suffer from eating disorders, but the truth is that if you watch those ridiculous beauty pageants on TV, the contestants are often appallingly thin. Not, oh wow, she's got great abs and no visible body fat. More like, oh look, I can count ALL OF HER RIBS. And clearly, many have had...enhancements. When you lose weight, I'm pretty sure that the fat from your chest area goes too.

But enough on that topic, because it's kind of making me want to brain-vomit.

Let's talk for a minute about how glad I am to not feel all cotton-stuffed. Granted, my sinuses are still filled with unmentionable fluids, but at least my head doesn't feel all funny. I mean, honestly. There's a point at which the sane person just says screw it, I'm going back to bed to sleep it off. If I'd had any modicum of sense, I'd have done the same. I just have this weird compulsion to work through illnesses. I'm guessing it's because I get sick ALL THE TIME. If I didn't go to school every time I caught a cold, I would quite possibly miss enough school to not graduate. Which would suck. Because I really don't want to graduate with this year's juniors. They are crazy and scare me.