343! read the LARGE... than, if you can stomach it... read the smaller crap around it

Hey y'all! It's my 343rd blog post ever! I don't think this will be that important, but hey:


It's been almost three weeks since I've left the east coast, so I've almost entirely forgotten...

ALL THE TERRIBLE THINGS THAT HAPPENED OUT THERE...
like my four years of college and my road trip. As long as when you're lying down, dying, you have at least one more good day than bad one, you're in the black--you've made it--congratulations--you win. 


I've been on the verge of vomiting all day. I can't tell if it's because 1) the weather is sweltering 2) I did not get much sleep 3) there's been a barrage of cute imagery on television and thus in my face or 4) my diet is horrific. I don't think my diet is actually horrific, but for the first time in my life, the prospect of eating meat makes me feel like losing a kidney. I know what you're thinking: Elora! You can't become a vegetarian... you're an American. And even more important, you're a Chicagoan. (Also, A German and Nigerian... basically, you've got to eat the good stuff). But I don't know. I might also just feel like not eating, and my meager (that's a Oregon Trail Reference) attempts at eating don't jive with my internal want to starve. I could starve more, I suppose. But than I'd feel ill due to starvation.

Basically, I'm pregnant or I want to become a vegetarian. I don't know which would be worse.

I'm fairly excited about medical school. I have a lot of painting, a lot of sculptures, a bookshelf, a rocking chair, and a couch. Other than that, I have absolutely nothing in the way of furniture or other important things... like silverware. I'm sure I'll just end up eating pizza everyday... or really sticky rice... things that don't require forks... unless you're fucking donald trump (he ate a pizza with a knife and fork; that, along with being an idiot, were the reasons why he dropped out of the presidential race).


Meanwhile, I've only made one outfit that I feel completely comfortable wearing. It is a dress. Unfortunately, the bra part is way too small and my boobs kind of hang out. I don't know how I would describe it. But it's a truly lovely dress when worn with a cardigan. The best part... NO PATTERN WAS USED. That's right. Patterns confuse and infuriate me.


Thanks.