Sigh (of fatigue, no cause for alarm)

Oh, first off, I went to the doctor and the rash I have is Impetigo. (Even though I keep calling it Infadigo and I have no idea where that came from). It's caused by bacteria that gets into openings in people's skin - it's more common for people with acne, mosquito bites (I think) or eczema, which is how I got it. I have this bad habit of scratching a lot, and with Impetigo, wherever you scratch you spread it. For instance, it started on my right arm, then I'd scratch that and then scratch my leg, and it got on my leg too. It's just been a barrel of fun.

I felt bad since I've been shopping and trying on a lot of clothes. After I was diagnosed my mom and I went to the mall and I was gonna try on this shirt, but I thought it unwise. My mom was like, "just try it on!" and I said, "oh, yeah, and I'll just give everyone Impetigo!" It didn't occur to me at the time that that might sound like some horrible rare STD and that I'd said it quite loud. My mom was sort of pissed at me for saying it so loud, and we left the store pretty fast.

But better safe than sorry. I didn't want to spread around my disease like Johnny Impetigo seed.

Speaking of which, my mom emailed my cousins, whom I'd been babysitting all of last week, while they were on vacation to alert them. My aunt was like, "what is this rash?" and she looked it up and was like, "I think Katie's had that for about two weeks!"

So that's where I REALLY got it from, I found out today. So I didn't feel as guilty about my scratching. Although it did make it spread...

Well, enough about my dermatology. Nobody cares, really, I'm sure of it. I just wanted to work in "Johnny Impetigo seed" since I thought of that a couple days ago, in the store after I went to the doctor.

I use "Johnny____Seed" a lot. (and by using it, I mean I think up variations on the theme a lot and lust for occasions when I can actually use them and people will think that I'm clever and witty). Like a manslut can be Johnny Baby Seed, a grouchy person whose mood is contagious is Johnny Gloomy Seed or whatnot. Sort of like Funpire (Someone who sucks the fun out of everything), etc. __Pire is interchangable too.

I have too much time on my hands. And no one cares. This entry is really more for me than anyone else, and I'm not just saying that so that I can be comforted when I get no comments, or comments that are like, "you write too much." Well, okay, that's not the PRINCIPLE reason I'm saying that. The principle reason is because it's true, I just need to clear out my crazy, crazy mind.

In a similar vein, last night I got nervous about college. I don't know why. I think my main worry, which is so incredibly stupid, is really that I want to be friends with EVERYBODY, and I don't want there to be any groups like there were in high school. I just want us all to be friends, and I worry that that won't happen, which is ridiculous, because it could really never happen.

Goucher, though, seems like the place where it could, or would be the closest to it than at any other college (if my phrasing makes any sense). That's the main reason I chose it.

I really couldn't have picked a better school, or better people (that I've met so far) to be at it. And Mel's right, there are so many more people to meet! that is exciting. I just hope no one sort of cliques off (if that's even a real expression) too quickly.

Why do I worry about assenine, mundane details such as this??? Where the hell do I get these things from?

Johnny Worry Seed, maybe.