Dear World,
I wish you could see how awesome I look right now.
I'm wearing a hoodie, my favorite pajama pants (which are a mile too long and look like someone on a REALLY bad acid trip designed them), no makeup at all, my Snuggie and to top it all off, a nice knit scarf (as instructed by my vocal teacher).
Yes. I have fallen victim to one of the many sicknesses floating around. Today was my third day off school with what was today diagnosed as bronchitis. Tomorrow will be my fourth because my doctor wrote me an excuse which does not allow for me to return to school until Friday. Which means I'm missing my choir concert tomorrow night. I deeply fear what's going to happen next. Which brings me to today's rant:
Doctors.
I understand that they're necessary. I respect them. I respect them a lot, actually. I'm just not such a big fan right now (although that may have something to do with the concert bitterness and me possibly failing choir, which, hi, how sad is THAT?).
Anyway, it seems that all doctors do is insult you. They tell you you're fat (which hurts even if you are). They tell you you're too thin (which hurts even if you are). Sometimes they can't figure out what's wrong with you. They sometimes perscribe drugs that make you want to kill yourself, or give you strange sexual urges, or make you lose your appetite.
Those are just general things. But honestly, I was thinking about this earlier:
The first strike the doctors had against them for me was when I had to get shots. In my hip. I couldn't walk/stand/sit without a pillow cushioning me for days. It was terrible.
When I was in fifth grade, I blew my knee out. I had to get it drained twice. It was just before the second draining that the doctor promised me if I let him drain it again, I would be able to play softball again that season. He lied.
In seventh grade, I asked them to write me a doctor's note so I could join Weight Watchers. They didn't dispute it or anything. They didn't say 'You don't need to diet' or 'Give it time - you're a growing girl' or anything. They simply wrote the note. Thanks, guys. I think this was the year I also had to go to a stat care in Hilton Head when I sliced my thumb open on a can of refried beans and had to get a tetnus shot and spent 5 minutes sobbing, begging the doctor not to stitch it. I should have just let him.
In eighth grade, I got another shot. The nurse must have nicked a vein or something because a huge purple, blue, grey, ugly bruise formed and wouldn't go away. For four months. I wore long sleeves most of the time for fear that someone would call child services.
In ninth grade, I had to get the Gardasil shots. When I got my first one, there was a weird bump at the injection site. I poked it. It bubbled. I'm fairly certain some of the serum didn't make it all the way into my arm, so when I pushed on the bump, everything ... bubbled it's way in. It was disgusting.
Tenth grade was when I had some sort of bizarre attack in Biology. I think my sugar levels dropped WAY low randomly, and the world got fuzzy and dark and all the sound was muted and I almost blacked out, so I had to leave school. A few weeks later, I went to the doctor and she told me she had no idea what was wrong with me, so she gave me a free test kit to test my sugar levels for a few days. AND she sent me to have bloodwork done immediately. My mom made me drive us to stat care to have the blood tests done even after I insisted (repeatedly) that my blood was probably happy where it was and that I would really like to keep all of it. That bitch stuck me in BOTH arms. And didn't give me a cookie or anything afterward. I then had to continue to slice my finger open and test my sugar for two days before she called to tell me that my blood work came back PERFECT and that I could stop cutting myself. For medical purposes. You know what I mean.
Last week I had to go in for my seasonal flu shot. They told me I was fat. And short. And they poked me with a needle. But they gave me a sparkley, holographic silver band-aid, which made me feel pretty BA.
Which brings us to today. They gave me antibiotics (yay) and a temporary inhaler. It's weird. I don't like it because it makes me feel like a druggie every time I use it. And they gave me a doctor's excuse. Through tomorrow. Which consequently makes me miss the concert. Whatever. At least I don't have swine flu.
I feel like I've skipped a lot of important stuff. Maybe someday I'll fill in the blanks of the past week and a half. But right now, I'm tired, my neck hurts, my throat hurts, my head hurts, I'm upset, and I'd really like to take this scarf off.
Las
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wired
For anyone who is still on the fence - I can finally attest to the fact that drinking coffee with liquified candy corns at 7 PM is really not a good idea.
So, now that we're clear...
We can move on.
I was informed yesterday that Zach thinks I'm intimidating.
What?
I feel like I'm possibly the least intimidating person I know. I'm not quite sure what he meant by 'intimidating' and the jury's still out on whether it's a good or bad thing. I don't know if he means intimidating like in a sense that I'm confident... which would be false. I'm also the least confident person I know. But, over the course of my 16 not confident years, I have become DAMN good at faking it.
Wait. That sounded mildly dirty.
But, over the course of my 16 not confident years, I have become DAMN good at making myself appear confident, even when I'm a panicky nervous wreck on the inside.
Anyway, it doesn't really matter. The point is that I don't think I'm an intimidating person. I'm short and chubby and I have crazy hair and my former journalism teacher seems to think I'm mildly ugly (mugly) (another story for another day).
So - really epic BA story:
Today during newspaper, Tori, AJ and I went around harassing people and dragging them out of their study halls to help us with the shot for the cover. Since we're doing a High School Survival Guide for our Focus section, our cover is a little freshman running away from a group of sophomores, juniors and seniors with papers and mass chaos going on behind him. So we got this adorable little dweeby freshman and a group of people and go to this secluded hallway and start running and chasing and throwing papers and snapping pictures.
It was amazing.
By the end of our shoot, there were papers literally ALL OVER THE HALLWAY. And there was like four minutes left in the class period. Our newspaper adviser's husband, who's the culinary arts teacher comes into the hallway and says, "You guys have about four minutes left and the administration is on their way down here with a representative from OSU."
Woops. So here's this group of twelve of us scrambling to get all the papers back into the recycling bin and sprinting back to class. It was hilarious and I'm pretty sure AJ got some good shots. So hooray. But yes. That was the most entertaining part of my day.
Okay. Even though I'm still a little hopped up on my coffee, I'm going to try to get to sleep because I was exhausted before the caffeine took effect. So wish me luck!
So, now that we're clear...
We can move on.
I was informed yesterday that Zach thinks I'm intimidating.
What?
I feel like I'm possibly the least intimidating person I know. I'm not quite sure what he meant by 'intimidating' and the jury's still out on whether it's a good or bad thing. I don't know if he means intimidating like in a sense that I'm confident... which would be false. I'm also the least confident person I know. But, over the course of my 16 not confident years, I have become DAMN good at faking it.
Wait. That sounded mildly dirty.
But, over the course of my 16 not confident years, I have become DAMN good at making myself appear confident, even when I'm a panicky nervous wreck on the inside.
Anyway, it doesn't really matter. The point is that I don't think I'm an intimidating person. I'm short and chubby and I have crazy hair and my former journalism teacher seems to think I'm mildly ugly (mugly) (another story for another day).
So - really epic BA story:
Today during newspaper, Tori, AJ and I went around harassing people and dragging them out of their study halls to help us with the shot for the cover. Since we're doing a High School Survival Guide for our Focus section, our cover is a little freshman running away from a group of sophomores, juniors and seniors with papers and mass chaos going on behind him. So we got this adorable little dweeby freshman and a group of people and go to this secluded hallway and start running and chasing and throwing papers and snapping pictures.
It was amazing.
By the end of our shoot, there were papers literally ALL OVER THE HALLWAY. And there was like four minutes left in the class period. Our newspaper adviser's husband, who's the culinary arts teacher comes into the hallway and says, "You guys have about four minutes left and the administration is on their way down here with a representative from OSU."
Woops. So here's this group of twelve of us scrambling to get all the papers back into the recycling bin and sprinting back to class. It was hilarious and I'm pretty sure AJ got some good shots. So hooray. But yes. That was the most entertaining part of my day.
Okay. Even though I'm still a little hopped up on my coffee, I'm going to try to get to sleep because I was exhausted before the caffeine took effect. So wish me luck!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
We're OLD
Tonight, I attended my first college fair.
It was interesting. And scary. It was weird because I went with my parents, but Wuh and Manda and Bee and Chelsea were all there. So it was like we were all running around to the colleges that piqued our interests, which were frequently not the same. I was going to journalism-y places, Manda was going to science schools (and somehow wound up with a Catholic brochure), Chelsea was looking at basically everything, including theatre, Bee was looking at art schools and such, and Wuh was going through English and French programs. So we didn't see a whole lot of each other, and the night was filled with phone calls and texts messages wondering 'Where are you?' or 'At the BW booth, where are YOU?'.
But the moments that we were together, we were our typical 'us'. Cracking jokes and making inappropriate comments and talking smack about the religious schools (shh, don't tell). When we were together, I couldn't help but think 'I can't ever imagine being away from these people. I love them too much.' That was the scariest part.
So...awkward. We ran into somebody I went to pre-school with. He and his mom were looking at schools. I have NO recollection of his mother, but I do remember him and his sister. However, he doesn't remember me at all. THAT was uncomfortable. But also kind of interesting. I don't ever see any of those people anymore so it was kind of fascinating to see how they turn out. For instance, in this case, tall, gangly, awkward and rather anti-social. But I won't judge.
After the fair, my parents and I went to my dad's friend's restaurant. Normally this would be an insignificant detail about my day, but I was put at ease by one thing:
A few tables next to us, there was this group of four women who were having the best time in the place. They were laughing and talking and eating and just having a blast. They reminded me of us. And now I'm convinced that everything will be okay.
It was interesting. And scary. It was weird because I went with my parents, but Wuh and Manda and Bee and Chelsea were all there. So it was like we were all running around to the colleges that piqued our interests, which were frequently not the same. I was going to journalism-y places, Manda was going to science schools (and somehow wound up with a Catholic brochure), Chelsea was looking at basically everything, including theatre, Bee was looking at art schools and such, and Wuh was going through English and French programs. So we didn't see a whole lot of each other, and the night was filled with phone calls and texts messages wondering 'Where are you?' or 'At the BW booth, where are YOU?'.
But the moments that we were together, we were our typical 'us'. Cracking jokes and making inappropriate comments and talking smack about the religious schools (shh, don't tell). When we were together, I couldn't help but think 'I can't ever imagine being away from these people. I love them too much.' That was the scariest part.
So...awkward. We ran into somebody I went to pre-school with. He and his mom were looking at schools. I have NO recollection of his mother, but I do remember him and his sister. However, he doesn't remember me at all. THAT was uncomfortable. But also kind of interesting. I don't ever see any of those people anymore so it was kind of fascinating to see how they turn out. For instance, in this case, tall, gangly, awkward and rather anti-social. But I won't judge.
After the fair, my parents and I went to my dad's friend's restaurant. Normally this would be an insignificant detail about my day, but I was put at ease by one thing:
A few tables next to us, there was this group of four women who were having the best time in the place. They were laughing and talking and eating and just having a blast. They reminded me of us. And now I'm convinced that everything will be okay.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Homecoming Drama
Typical high school.
Homecoming is this weekend. Initially, I wasn't going to be able to attend, because my...cousin's (I think) wedding was the same day as Homecoming. But I guess no one actually stopped to think that it actually would be plausible (and actually easier) if I stayed home and went to Homecoming so that traveling would be less of a hassle and I could be around for the dog.
So, yeah. My mom informed me and Chelsea and Zach at Kohl's the other night when we randomly ran into her in front of the lingerie section that they were going to let me go to Homecoming. Yay!
But.
(There's always a but. Why is there always a but?)
See, we have this issue. Which is where the typical high school drama comes into play. So Manda's got a boyfriend, Blake. And Manda and Blake are going in one group. Originally, the idea was that Manda would have more fun if we could somehow get ourselves into their group, except we're not allowed to go without dates. Which... is kind of douche-y if you ask me. But whatever. So Blake's BFF, Donny asked Bee to go with him so they could be in the same group and party together. Except then the asshat leader of their group, Nick, said that their group was already too big and it wouldn't be fair for them to be the exception and added in later.
So now Bee and Donny are going with DJ and Lauren and so Manda and Bee will be enjoying super-awkward homecoming dinners together, but apart.
Meanwhile, Wuh and I (I think) are going to Taylor's because she's cooking and we'll take pictures and all.
So, all the single ladies, put your hands up, because I'm fairly certain we won this round.
Except...
it's just one more event/occasion where we're apart.
Shocker.
Because, y'know. It's not like we haven't spent any good quality time together in two frigging months or anything.
Not that I'm bitter. Or anything.
Also - YES I have a dress and NO it is not my Snuggie, okay?
Homecoming is this weekend. Initially, I wasn't going to be able to attend, because my...cousin's (I think) wedding was the same day as Homecoming. But I guess no one actually stopped to think that it actually would be plausible (and actually easier) if I stayed home and went to Homecoming so that traveling would be less of a hassle and I could be around for the dog.
So, yeah. My mom informed me and Chelsea and Zach at Kohl's the other night when we randomly ran into her in front of the lingerie section that they were going to let me go to Homecoming. Yay!
But.
(There's always a but. Why is there always a but?)
See, we have this issue. Which is where the typical high school drama comes into play. So Manda's got a boyfriend, Blake. And Manda and Blake are going in one group. Originally, the idea was that Manda would have more fun if we could somehow get ourselves into their group, except we're not allowed to go without dates. Which... is kind of douche-y if you ask me. But whatever. So Blake's BFF, Donny asked Bee to go with him so they could be in the same group and party together. Except then the asshat leader of their group, Nick, said that their group was already too big and it wouldn't be fair for them to be the exception and added in later.
So now Bee and Donny are going with DJ and Lauren and so Manda and Bee will be enjoying super-awkward homecoming dinners together, but apart.
Meanwhile, Wuh and I (I think) are going to Taylor's because she's cooking and we'll take pictures and all.
So, all the single ladies, put your hands up, because I'm fairly certain we won this round.
Except...
it's just one more event/occasion where we're apart.
Shocker.
Because, y'know. It's not like we haven't spent any good quality time together in two frigging months or anything.
Not that I'm bitter. Or anything.
Also - YES I have a dress and NO it is not my Snuggie, okay?
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