I've Got That Stylish Fever.

"In nature there's no blemish but the mind;
None can be called deformed but the unkind."

- Twelfth Night

That last blog was icky poo. I shall move it down with this slightly less icky post.

Firstly, I just got back from a wonderful performance of Twelfth Night. Can I please be a nerd and continue to post quotes?

"Let still the woman take
An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
So sways she level in her husband's heart:
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
Than women's are."

"He does smile his face into more lines than is in the new map with the augmentation of the Indies." 3.2

"I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit." 1,3

"Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage." 1.5

Take note that some of these quotes I picked because it was their delivery that made them stand out to me, rather than my reading of it. Anyway, I love this play. Moving on...

I am sick. I think. I've started pounding the Emergen-C, so hopefully this will prevent it from progressing faster and growing more severe. I am not telling you this as a mere request of sympathy, rather I bring it up to point out a quirk of mine that was recenty brought to my attention.

Oh. Gosh. I'm reading everything I type in my head with a Shakespearian accent. Mwuahaha. This is kind of fun. I have the jester's voice in my head. He also played one of the princes in Into The Woods (which happen to be one of my favorite characters in one of my favorite musicals), therefore I was a fan quite immediately of his part in Twelfth Night.

I shan't digress...

Sick. Me. Quirk. Back on track. Kay. SO...

When you're sick, and feel like crap, you just lounge about like a dying piece of meat around your house, right? This usually involves the comfiest clothes you own, like sweatpants or pajamas. If you absolutely must go out, you usually whip on your glasses and a sweatshirt, right? Well, I feel this is what I used to do. However, this is no longer the case. I noticed senior year of high school, that when I get sick, I take extra time on what I'm wearing for the day, and how I look. The days my friends would say, "You look cute today!" were usually the days I felt a large piece of my insides were being engulfed by death. It started out that I did it once or twice, just to try and hide that fact I was hosting a war of misery inside my body. I didn't make this connection until college, however, and now it has just become habit of mine to look better when I feel sick.

So, the other day when my friend said, "You look cute, why are you so dressed up?"

I non-hesitantly replied with, "I'm sick."

*cough. cough* ****

I feel as though this may be abnormal. Is this abnormal?

Rad: This. Is. SO. True. My new (well, mostly just less dead looking) hair color. Shakespeare. Letters.

Unrad: Sickness. Avoiding mistakes.

**** UNAVOIDABLE MEAN GIRL REFERENCE.