to add to the already-teeming list of quasi-traumatic experiences i've had here so far, i was stung by a bee at school yesterday. sure, that sounds like nothing, but i've never been stung by a bee before, and i didn't find out until yesterday that i'm allergic to bee stings (reminds me of that macaulay culkin movie, my girl...i don't think my allergy's that serious though...nor was i attacked by a flock of bees). the evil little bugger went under my skirt and got me on my thigh, and as soon as it happened, i could barely hobble over to the office to check my leg. it started to swell around the sting, and the nurse came to put ice on it. after a few mins, i was able to make it to the nurse's office where a doctor was waiting for me. he told me i was having an allergic reaction and recommended that i take a bum shot of antihistamine to combat it. i'm sick of having needles injected into my arse cheeks (i'd had two already due to the finger fiasco), but apparently it's a popular location for a shot. it hurt like hell and then it totally knocked me out. i had spanish class, and as i was heading across the campus, i started to get groggy and my students were telling me that i looked high. i completely zonked out during the class, to the amusement of dave and kim, and it took me all night to get out of the fog. the swelling around the sting has disappeared now, so i guess it really wasn't a big deal. guess it's just another amusing anecdote for the ever-growing collection about my life here.

addendum: i forgot to mention that jen swallowed a bee last friday. the bugger went into her drink and she took a swig and down it went. i really do think we're cursed or something.
addendum to the tabloid news: my students brought in their pictures of and with paris hilton yesterday. i laughed.