Just A Few Complaints

I just need to vent for a minute. I think I am defective. When I was manufactured I was not properly equipped to handle life on Earth. Here are a few examples.

I have no immune system. I have had 3 colds in the last 3 months. I have a cold now that I've had for over two weeks. It's officially a sinus infection, my second of the year. Good thing I got treatment this time, last time I let it go so long my sinus infection was accompanied by laryngitis and a bruised/cracked rib from all the coughing. This time I got help before all that could go down, stopping to see a doctor at the "waking up in the night from nose bleeds" and the "my nasal passages are so swollen you can see it just by looking at the outside of my nose" phase.

I am lactose intolerant, and can't drink caffeine. And I am now adding a red meat intolerance to the list. Beth made a casserole with meat for dinner and it was yummy, but now when I stand I feel like I'm going to pass out. Way to take all the yummiest foods away from me! If I develop a peanut allergy I'm just going to give up on joy, because life wouldn't be worth living without peanut butter. Ahem, I mean American peanut butter.

And this is nothing new, but let's just throw in the migraines, the life ending period cramps, the chronically sprained ankle that clicks when I walk, and the bad knee--now extra bad thanks to my (literal) wall run-in.

Ok, sorry, thanks for letting me vent. In happy news I got a look at the actual building where I will be living in Amsterdam. It isn't really in the water, but it is on the water, there is a boat-turned-student bar right in front, all the windows of the apartments are rainbow colors, I have my own room and kitchen all to myself, if this map could be believed (and my very basic understanding of Dutch isn't way off) I am on the third floor, and (mom's favorite part) it is apparently constructed from shipping compartments. Yeah, like crates. Like my apartment is a crate. Like, I could be lumber or textiles or whatever on Earth is shipped out of Amsterdam. Apparently they just stacked them, added a laundry room, put a coffee house out front, and called it a dorm. Weird. See, if you got a place to live in America and you found out it was made out of glorified packing material, you'd be pretty upset. But do the same thing in a European country and it's (apparently) really exciting. Ahh, adventures.

This time next week I'll be back in Warwick, so I'm getting my fill of America now. Well, no not really, I'm working on a paper for Warwick, my residence permit application for Amsterdam immigration, my registration for University of Amsterdam, and finalizing my housing issues for both the place I'm moving out of in England and into in Amsterdam. Well, at least my body is in America, if not my brain. Ugh. Vacation my butt.


Shout out to 2010. I'm excited for you. Be good to me and mine.