Germ ridden

Last week, they put up hand sanitizers all over campus. I guess they were trying to prevent us from getting sick by making us rub a strange-smelling liquid onto our hands. Well, it didn't work ... I caught a cold.
My nose is runny, my eyes water, and I cough, but the nicest bit is my 1-800 number sex hotline voice that causes classmates to turn and stare whenever I make a comment in class. Which, being the chatterbox that I am, happens quite frequently.

Apart from that, college life is good. I am working away on my freshman 15, stuffing myself with carbs and fatty foods at the cafeteria every day. Don't get me wrong, I try to avoid them - but the choice of foods seems to diminish by the day. I hit my limits yesterday when I tried to have maccaroni & cheese for brunch. Don't try that.
My bold plans to join both the Women's Rugby team and the Jukido Jiujitsu self-defense class were postponed for the lack of energy and proper clothing. Once I feel better and buy running shoes, I"ll need to find a new excuse.

Classes never cease to surprise me. After having worked on a case involving 3M in my Corporate Entrepreneurship course, the prof pulled out a phone from underneath her desk today in the middle of class and actually called up one of the executives we had read about so we could ask him questions.
I have more homework than ever before and spend pretty much the entire day reading cases and articles, coming up with business ideas (wait till my new handbag organizer hits the market) and plowing through pages of Thomas Hobbes in old English.
Sound nerdy? I suppose so, but I love it.

Tomorrow my long-lost World Vision Youth Ambassador friend and talented jazz singer Jo Lawry will visit me on campus and spend the night. I haven't seen her since the summer of 2000, so I am very excited.
Alright, time for lunch. Burgers, burritos and chocolate muffins, here I come.