Strep. But, hopefully gone soon.

<-- You should buy me one while mine is in the shop (:

Anyhow, turns out the:
Sore throat
Fever
Headache
Muscle aches
Difficulty swallowing
Malaise/fatigue
Tonsillitis

Means I have Strep. Cool. Saw the doc today, 2 more days of the antibiotics to go, some steroids to help clear up my swelling in my throat so I can breatheee, and I should be good to go. My mom says the steroids will make me fat, thanks mom.

Mundane Mondays.

SOTD: You know those little pleasures in life? One of my favorites is ordering something that's fried and getting a little somethin' extra. You know, ordering regular fries and having a few curly fries being tossed in, or getting the onion rings and getting some cheese sticks too? Why is my life with food such uncomplicated bliss?

Happy Eurrf Day.

Reviving my blog. Frankenstein style. Rise my child!

Tonsilloliths. Yeah. Don't Wikipedia it, I promise you it's pretty gross. Like H2S gross (Hydrogen Sulfide). But it's what I've got goin' on as well as the cold because all the cool kids are doing it. Note to self: No dairy for a month. Who needs it anyways, I'm 22 and I ain't growin' no mo anyhow. Except horizontally \:

Subtlety of the day [SOTD]: I thought I'd create a cool little thing that I'll add some fun facts everyday. So here we go.

SOTD: The song I Made It (Cash Money Heroes) by Kevin Rudolf f. Birdman, Jay Sean, & Lil' Wayne has a tricky chorus. I couldn't distinguish that the chorus is sung by two people not one. Video below:

Then you'll notice that the first line of the chorus is sung by Kevin Rudolf then the second line is sung by Jay Sean. Madness, they sound almost the same.

Captain Obvious: the song incorporates a song lyric/title from each of the performer's hit songs, and the video has some "home footage." It's like a victory mixtape that your parents make of your football plays or something to give to you for your wedding. Yeah.

Stay tuned for another version of SOTD. (:

More Driving.

Idiots drivers. Why are you the bulk of San Diego drivers?

Lady in a Dodge Durango. Don't think I wouldn't remember you. You and your shit ass driving skills. How did you get a license? Oh wait, you can get up to, what, 15 mistakes on that thing and still be licensed? It's pitiful our system really.

You don't drive all the way to the divider lines when you're the only car in that lane. At least you weren't tailgating me. Instead you were ahead of me, pumping your breaks every 10 seconds because you were tailgating the person in front. And then in the far left lane, you're about to knock my rear-view mirrors off by hugging the right side of the lane. Is that necessary? Then your stupid ass cuts in front of me to get on the freeway. Great.

Now you're hugging the far right lane and there's a slow ass driver in front of you. But no, I'm on your left side this time and you had to cut in front.

The irony in all of this? Behind me came a reasonable, sensible Dodge Durango driver. Who knew how to use his blinkers and actually change lanes without hugging the side closest to the next driver.

You dipshit driver. I hope you get what you deserve.

Not 10/10

I work in downtown La Jolla and I stumbled into a very ironic situation.

You see, La Jolla is famous for being mad expensive and ritz-y. Therefore even if you're an employee [temp, part-time, or prez, whatever] you're not entitled to free parking anywhere. Except for the 30 minute, 2 hour, and 3 hour spots. That's probably why everybody is always gone all of a sudden. To enjoy a nice break and move their car. Personally I park in these nice 3 hour spots that overlook La Jolla Cove, mmm.

Anyways, I was moving my car after a break and on the radio was Ludacris | Move Bitch. I was going to make a left, and of course there are some old people crossing the road, one of which was in a wheelchair. I immediately turned off the radio.

Dig this: Gorilla Zoe | Hood Figga