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Leaving for Florida for eleven days. Be back on the eighteenth. Wish me luck!
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I'd like to make a touching, heart-wrenching entry about Luke's viewing and the funeral and everything, but I don't think I have it in me. It's been such a mentally draining weekend. I was reading Order of the Phoenix again over the drives up and back, and I got to page 806 halfway through the ride home. This quote stood out to me, because it's exactly how I feel:
"It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew nor cared that Sirius Black was gone forever."
I want to thank everyone for your comments and emails. It's always comforting to know that there are people who try to comfort you.
I guess I finally met my little cousin... The cousin I've heard about for two and a half years over the phone and through pictures. Unfortunately, he wasn't moving and he wasn't breathing. He was lying peacefully in a white casket... and he will always be my cousin.
In loving memory of Lukas Ron Friend
October Ninth, 2001 to June Twenty-Fourth, 2004
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Thursday, June 24th, 2004
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My little cousin Luke died this morning. He wasn't three yet. He was battling mitochondrial disease his entire life. I don't know what to say. There's nothing to say. I might drive out to Pittsburgh tomorrow for the funeral, if my parents let me.
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MASTER AND MRS. DIPIETRO HAD THEIR BABY!!!!!
Michael Anthony DiPietro Jr.
Born June 21st, 6:47 PM
6 lbs. 13 oz.
He'll be old enough to start karate when I'm a Senior in High School.
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Thursday, June 17th, 2004
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Updating to let you know I'm alive, and I apologize for not commenting on any of your LJs. I still love you allllll!
School ended. How sad. Won't bore you with all that end-of-middle-school-angst. You've heard it enough. Summer's okay, though. Lots of downtime. And friendtime.
Partied. Lalala. Tried to go bowling but ended up at Erik's house talking about Skunk Apes. Fuuuuuuun. Just got back from babysitting with Steb and Kacey. More fun times. ^^
Too tired to type properly, or to recall all the stuff that's happened since I last updated, so I'll leave it at that.
I NEED TO SEE POA AGAIN. RAWR.
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That was quite possibly the best, saddest dance ever.
The theme was Mardi Gras, and the decorations were awesome. They were showing everyone's sixth-through-eighth school pictures on a slide show on the wall. It's amazing how much you can change in three years (even though the only thing that changed about me is the type of clothes I wear).
I was watching the pictures for a little, and going back and forth from the Cafeteria to the dance floor, until the end when all of the line dancing songs came on and there was a whole group of us dancing. I never took my heels off, and my feet are killing me now, but that's okay.
I didn't expect our last dance to be that emotional. I wasn't even thinking about it being our last dance in the middle school. I wasn't thinking about Sarah going to Archmere (spelled that wrong), Beth possibly moving to wherever she might be moving to, Courtney moving (in a year, though), or all of the things that are going to change when we go to high school. But Ms. T. made that announcement and mentioned all of those things, and then the last song she played was Graduation (Friends Forever). We all broke down sobbing halfway through and hugged everyone.
This is it. We've got a week left, and then everything will be so different. I mean it, I don't want eighth grade to end. I love my teachers, and my classes, and I've grown so used to the middle school. We'll be starting all over next year, just like at the beginning of sixth grade. Geez, can I even remember what I was feeling at the start of sixth grade? I'm sure I wasn't this emotional then, but you can hardly compare the two situations. High school... *sniff*
Saw Prisoner of Azkaban yesterday with Liz, Preethi, Gina, Kelsey, Courtney, and Allison. It's the best of all three Harry Potter movies. I didn't like Remus Lupin's mustache, but I guess I kind of got used to it (either that or Gina and I just covered up his face with our finger). Remus and Sirius hugged. <3 I would have been so mad if they didn't.
Now I must see PoA again. Soon.
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Rollercoaster of emotions, only a few of which I plan on making public.
Thursday was our band concert. I was paranoid about Disney---I thought for sure we'd completely screw it up. But we actually got somewhat of a standing ovation for it (and no, I'm not talking about when everyone stood for "The Star-Spangled Banner").
Friday was the long-awaited Dorney Park trip. The evaluation thing we did was the last real time I'll play Pablo Jackthesecond, except for lessons. I'll miss that damned instrument. And I'll miss Jack. I haven't even named my mom's old B Flat clarinet. I don't know if I will. It's still hers, anyway. The actual Dorney Park part was fun. I only got on three rides, played a few games, and hung out in the Gift Shop before I had to leave early, but it was still fun. Thanks, guys, for going on the rides I wanted to go on simply because I wouldn't be there.
After Dorney (the reason I had to leave all that fun early), I had my E Dan Ceremony. I almost cried, but it wasn't because "all these people I do karate with have finally got their black belts." No, that's just cheesey. One of the new Cho Dans has a very sick mother. He can barely make it to karate class because if he doesn't get a ride, he has to walk there (he doesn't live that far away, but still). Well, his mom was there, in a wheelchair, to see her son get his black belt. That's why I was crying, you insensitive cod (directed at no one any of you would know).
Today, Hershey got in a dog fight. He was out with Mom, on a leash, and the dog Maggie next door (at that crazy neighbor's house) was on leash with the little girl, Stephanie. That dog was too big for her, and she lost control and let go of the leash. Maggie charged over to our property and tried to attack Hershey. Silly-tail, even though he's a wimp and a coward, was ready to take on a dog twice as big as him to protect his territory and his family. Luckily, my mom pulled the dog's apart before either of them got hurt, and she only got a nip on her leg. Hershey's my hero. I can't imagine what could have happened if they actually went at each other. My poor puppy...
*clings to eighth grade* I don't want it to end. This year went too fast.
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Dorney on Friday! Dorney on Friday!
... E Dan on Friday!!
Dana-my-love got me a paid account through her friend ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) t_love for my birthday. I'm rolling in all of my extra icons. ^^
I got so bitten at my partay. So many damn bugs. At least there's no cicadas... yet. Tommy said he saw one, and I thought he was lying, but he described the little devil correctly. He may have just seen one online/on the news or something, though.
Thanks to my DIGITAL CAMERA, I'll upload the partay pictures to TVW a lot sooner than the ones I have yet to upload that first need to be scanned, edited, etc. Isn't technology wondertastic?
For the first time in a long while, I don't want this school year to end. Period. I may be a bit excited about high school, but I'm happy now, and I don't want that to change. Plus, I like all of my teachers this year (excepting Monohagn, whose name I refuse to learn how to spell right). I'll miss them and their classes. I had fun. In school. This is some kind of apocolypse.
I'm nervous about the science debate. I have to go last, so Shepanski is going to be grading extremely hard. And that means I have to put much more work and effort in. Goodie.
Happy 19th Anniversary to my parents!
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Er, forgive the lapse in entries. I didn't do a stupid Health project until two weeks after it was due and when my mom found out, she grounded me from the computer for the first time in... how many years, Mom? Anyway, it's Friday, and so I'm back on.
I'll just take the time to talk about yesterday. Yesterday was Omega Team's trip to Washington, D.C. and Arlington National Cemetary. Let me tell you, that Cemetary was awful. I think there were about 250,000 people buried there. It was just row after row after row of small white graves, and under each of those stones was a single person. We got to this one shrine and it said that bones from 2,111 unknown soliders were buried under the stone. It was horrible, and nobody even cared. Nobody was respectful. I wanted to hit Kyle fucking Coombs so bad, but we were on hallowed grounds, so I resisted. There was another shrine that caught my attention. It must have been seven or eight feet tall and ten feet long, and it was made of marble. The inscription on the side read, "Here lies one American Solider, known but to God." Pease should have warned us how terribly upsetting this place was going to be.
And, he probably also should have warned us about those damn cicadas. They appeared earlier in Maryland than up there, but they'll be here in a couple of weeks. Those damn bugs were EVERYWHERE, I tell you! On sidewalks, on trees, flying through the air, on the gravestones, on the posts next to the walking ways, landing on people, crawling towards people, and all the while making that droning buzzing sound. I found a shirt that had a picture of a cicada on it and it said, "Eeeewww! All these humans!" which I thought was pretty funny, but I didn't buy it because, hey, it had one of those damn cicadas on it.
The National History Museum was okay, but probably would have been better if a) we didn't have to do a stupid worksheet and b) my camera memory stick would hold more than twenty pictures. I didn't even get a picture of Rutherford B. Hayes! *sob* He is the best president, you know. He has the coolest beard. And he is my love. But Dana did get an awesome picture of Steph, Maria (?), and me posing with the Beatles. Er... and that was before we saw the "No Photography" sign, mind you.
That bus ride was uber-fun. We kept trying to get the back of the bus (i.e. Tyler, Ryan, and Louie) to eat Mama Zuma's extremely hot, made-from-the-hottest-peppers-in-the-world chips. In the end, we got everyone (mostly everyone) in the back of the bus to try one, and delighted in their funny faces. Those things were so hot! I drank half a bottle of water and half a bottle of Coke trying to get the taste out, and it still stayed with me until we got off the bus.
My partay is tomorrow. I'm sorry for giving everyone such short notice, guys, but if it hadn't been this weekend I would have had to have waited until June. And my mom wasn't thinking about anything but my brother's Confirmation last week, so I couldn't even ask her if I was having a partay.
I have to go shower and then buy stuff for you moochers to eat tomorrow. Ta.
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A lot has gone on since I last posted, but I really don't feel like typing it all out now. The only thing I will say is that the best part of my birthday was my friends, and their tacklehugs, and their balloon-o-grams, and their singing at lunch, and counting down the exact time at which I'd turn fourteen and being off by a minute, and finding out the next day that Shepanski got me a cupcake. All of that almost makes up for the lack of attention I got from my family, and the excess of attention they showered on Tommy for his stupid Confirmation (yes, I'm that selfish, damn it). I'll probably have some kind of party this weekend. Maybe. I have to make invitations.
I'm so pressed for time. There's so much I have to do. Sarah told me that we have a total of ten tests/quizzes/projects to look forward to before school ends. My interim report came, and I currently have a D in Math and an 'Incomplete' in Health for not turning in a stupid project that I'll eventually have to make up and recieve an uber-low grade for it being so late. Let's see... tomorrow, which is actually today because I'm such an insomniac (read: fell asleep in Gemology on Career Day and during the Math block), I have to edit Amber's video, tape the French project, basically put together a whole debate concerning space exploration, maybe start my I.R. book if I feel obligated (which I probably won't until it's due the next day), do that fucking Health project (oh wait, do both of the fucking Health projects that bitch assigned us), work on my solo for karate, and somehow squeeze in my actual weekend homework at some ungodly hour of the night.
The only good thing that came out of this weekend was the mall trip with Kelsey, which really ended in horrible news from my dad and my mom acting all bitchy to me. We (Kels and me) got our sendoff dresses. I don't really like mine that much, but I was so bored of dress shopping that I just bought it. I also bought Vampire Game 6 (and all those yaoi-implications cheered me up momentarily), Demon Diary 7 (which just made me sad that the series was over), and the Invader Zim DVD (that I've been waiting for for a long, long time).
Oh, wait. Before I try unsuccessfully to get to sleep, let me gloat about one of my birthday presents: Alex somehow got me a signed photo of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow. *gonkheartheartheart* That's always an uber-cheerer-upper. I can actually almost manage to decipher the signature as something that resembles 'Johnny Depp.' All right. Now I'm tired of updating (but, unfortunately, not tired physically, otherwise I'd be asleep), so bye.
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I got a fan. Now I'm not keeping my windows open at all hours of the day to prevent a heat stroke. It's a pretty cool fan (haha, no pun intended! XD), but it has two glowing red lights on it that look like eyes and the cage over the fan kind of looks like rows of teeth... okay, fine, so I'm scared of the stupid fan. It swivels, man! That could put an eye out! It's cool, though, because I'm cool, and when I'm cool, I don't keep my windows open and "pay to air condition the outdoors". Unless I'm listening for the ice cream truck. In which case, yes, the windows are open and you can't make me shut them or I'll scream.
My birthday is on Monday... but, then again, so is Tommy's Confirmation to the Catholic Church. And Tommy only gets one Confirmation (no matter how little he cares about it), and I get a birthday every year, so guess which special event gets the most attention? I saw a wrapped present in a plastic bag the other day and said, "Ooo, so you did remember a certain day after all?" My mom looked at me funny and said, "That's for Tommy, Angela." And in the car today, I asked if my weekend was terribly busy. Mom went on to tell me about how jam-packed my Saturday is with karate. "You're not doing anything on Sunday, are you?" she asked. Remembering that Sunday was supposed to be my family birthday party, I muttered, "Nothing important." I don't think she really heard it, though.
Track officially ends on Tuesday with our last meet (I can't make the Monday meet for obvious reasons... ). Our last practice, however, was on Wednesday (because I'm too slow/uncommitted to make the Cougar Classics and today the coaches randomly needed to do something and it was cancelled). We just played Duck, Duck, Goose the whole time... only we weren't really saying "Duck, Duck, Goose". Heh, heh. "Rape... rape... CONSENSUAL RAPE!" And don't get me started on the "Queer, Queer, Lesbian" one.
Oh, wait, can't believe I forgot to yell this at the top of my lungs today:
I PASSED MY E DAN TEST!!!
*Joy*
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Rabbit, rabbit. It's May.
Woke up at three today, which is the longest I've slept in for a long while now. It's almost two o'clock and I still haven't been awake a full twelve hours. I was going to be forced into going to a boring First Communion party today (not the same one as Erik, I don't think O_o), but my mom told me she hated the parents and was only going because of my dad. So I got to stay home. That, and I woke up at three. It's all good.
Our karate demo on Friday was great. I was there from before 3:30 to around seven, but I was kept amused by Tommy Brown's second slice of pizza. See, he bought two, not knowing that the portions were HUGE, and then couldn't finish them. He couldn't put it in the locker room, because then the whole dojang would smell like pizza, and he couldn't leave it outside (although we debated hiding it XD), and no one would eat it. In the end, we all went inside and left him outside holding the pizza. Oh, and the demo was fun, too, of course.
Steb and Kacey's rocked. It was just a small gathering and all we did was hang out in her basement watching Birdcage (I <3 Nathan Lane and Robin Williams). And I found out my seme percentage went up 40%. Oopsies.
Birthday count: Eight days.
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Wednesday, April 28th, 2004
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Team Omega sucks in the Hi-Q. I think we're tied for last place now? But it's all good, because we get out of our blocks all this week. Score!!
I finished all of Megan's Fruits Basket DVDs. I'm such a loser: that's the first anime series I've seen start-to-finish. And it's only twenty-six episodes long. But it's so good! I was crying at the end, although it may have partially been due to other events that day. Akito is my sexy bitch. I heart him.
We (that being me, Steph, Beth, and Dana) performed our adventure story for Science today. Apparently writing the actual story the night before at Beth's had no effect on our final grade. Double score!! Only about two people in our audience actually got the Harry Potter reference at the end, though. Heh, heh.
And there's no more track for the rest of the week, because I'm too slow/not favored enough by the coaches to make the Spartan Relays and I'm too busy to go to the Boot Camp! Triple word score!! Track's becoming a joke now. We (me, Kelsey, and sometimes Liz and Preethi) stay with everyone else long enough to get credit for being there, and then sneak off and wander around the high school for the rest of practice. At least we're getting used to the building for next year, eh?
I've had it in my head for the past few days that I want to burn a CD with all of my anime songs on it, but I'm too lazy to do it. Oh, and I can't figure out where the CD-burning program on my computer is.
Birthday count: Twelve days.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ!
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Saturday, April 24th, 2004
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Excuse me...
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *gloryglorygloryglory*
*happyhappyjoyjoy*
*excitement*
My E Dan Testing Cycle is officially OVER! I've been through all three written tests, both runs, the essay, and the three physical tests! Now all's there's left to do is GIMME MY STRIPE. And that's sometime in May.
In other news... I got my pallette expander. I don't care if that's spelled right, it doesn't deserve to be. NO, I don't need to turn it with a key. Apparently, the kind of appliance that I got is only to move my upper jaw forward, not to make it wider. But, it's still a stupid (or should I say "shtupid"? -__-) wire going across the top of my mouth. And now I lisp. Or lishp, if you're making fun of me.
Killian was mocking my lishp to the point of where he couldn't talk normally. HA HA. Sthucker.
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Wednesday, April 21st, 2004
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Fruits Basket, Fruits Basket.
How I love thee, Fruits Basket.
You make me happy, you make me sad.
When Kyou gets beat, I feel oh so bad.
Fruits Basket, Fruits Basket.
How I love thee, Fruits Basket.
It's way too late to think of good rhymes.
What the hell, you ask, it's eight forty-seven?
Told you it was too late to think of good rhymes.
I'm getting bothered by other people a lot more often than... oh, let's say 'before'. It's not anyone in particular, and it's not like I'm holding any grudges. It's just something stupid like their temper will flare up or they'll snap at me and I'll be like, "Woah, mellow out, dude. You're all like, too tense." There we go. Everyone is acting too tense. Me included, I guess. Because I'm a hypocrite, so it only makes sense.
That last paragraph better not have made any sense to you, because I got nothing from it over here. It's best to just ignore it, that was the Ramen talking. I haven't had Ramen in awhile... well, before eating it about an hour ago, that is.
Hm... recent news, recent news. Made the play. *fanfare* Was put in the Mission Band only because I can play an instrument. What they fail to realize is that I haven't played a B Flat clarinet since sixth grade. More recent news: I get a pallette expander tomorrow, right in frocking time for my karate test. I'm overjoyed.
We (well, okay, I) cracked a rotten egg in ATP today. That reeked.
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Last night was uber-fun. Kelsey came over. We read manga under the stars (which sounds romantic, doesn't it?) until we got tired of trying to keep the automatic garage light on and went inside. Then we watched five hours straight of the Yu Yu Hakusho DVDs that Kelsey hadn't seen yet. It was very late, and that's the excuse I'm going to give for laughing out loud every time they said Sea Man's name. We stayed awake all night playing the Yu Yu Hakusho Gameboy game and then crashed around eight-ish. Mmm... and then I slept until five in the afternoon. Woot. Not gonna be able to sleep tonight.
Haha, the auditions. I'll be lucky if they don't shred my form up, do that complicated audition dance on the remains, and then ban me from coming within a mile of the production. But there weren't that many people auditioning this year (a lot of people apparently can't make the show), so maybe, maybe I'll get in the Ensemble for lack of anyone better? Are they even having a Preshow this year? There wasn't a "Would you except a part in the Preshow?" question on the form.
When Kels and I were online early this morning, we decided to look up Otakon '03 pictures. Around page 49 of our second search attempt on Google, there were these two people in a very small image. Our sleep-deprived eyes skipped right over it, until SUDDENLY one of us screamed, "THAT'S US!" The picture was, indeed, Kacey and me. We went to the website and looked through alllll of the pages. They had the picture of Kacey and me, and they had... *drumroll* one of Stebbers!! We were cracking up until we woke up the whole house. I can't wait 'til Otakon this year. DORANS, YOU BETTER BE ABLE TO GO!
On a different note, why the hell was it so hot today?!
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Thursday, April 15th, 2004
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GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! *eye twitch* So frocking (haha, Steb) tired! Got a total of eight hours of sleep over the past two days because we had TWO field trips back-to-back. Whose BRILLIANT idea was that?!
The Yew Nork Trip
Thoroughly Modern Millie was awesome. I love Jimmy. Even though I can't remember his real name. But I do remember killing the Jimmy Fish, the Jimmy Understudy Fish, and the Jimmy Pretzel on the bus... on the bus from the second trip, that is. I still think Aida was better, maybe it's just because I love Ancient times and Egypt so it kinda just worked out like that. Or maybe it was because Aida has Zoser in it. Zoooooooserrrrrrrrr. Heart, heart.
Color my, color my world!
Gina has now been promoted from bitch to my ama. Simply because she read a manga. WOAH. This is even better than the first ending! Sorry, I'll stop with the completely irrelevant inside jokes now.
Got back from the trip past ten and, being an insomniac even though I was exhausted, I fell asleep late (wow, MUCH like what I'm doing right now!). And then I got up at four, and so started the next series of events, which I will make different by giving them a name and bolding them.
The Fort McHenry Trip
Didn't expect it to be as fun as it was. Sometimes it's good to have smaller groups, like just me, Steph, and Beth. That was awesome. For the first time that I can remember, there were no frocking (I hate that word, why am I using it?) chaperones to baby us and make us learn and junk. So, of course, our camera-happy trio just wandered around the fort the entire time.
And we named stuff. Of course. Sadly, we didn't get a picture with Hank the Fruity Tree, but we did get one of Shigure (FRUITS BASKET! MY NEW LOVE!). Whenever Beth developes the pictures/whenever I develop my NY pictures, I'll post some. Like, hurr. On my LJ. And then on the Village Website, of course. Of course of course. Of coursely.
We so should have gotten a picture of those freaky wax figures, only I don't think any of us would have stayed next to them for that long. Oh my God, they were CREEPY. And it was just like a horror movie... right as I was babbling on about them coming to life and attacking us with their 1812-War-Toolies ("I get the little one!"), the door shut behind us and I just had to wonder if it had locked. Of course (of course), we then bolted out of that house dealie as fast as we frocking (no, bad Angela!) could.
The play auditions are tomorrow. I don't know if I can make them. I have a demo practice at four. And on Saturday, I have the first Master's Club (happy!). Is anyone willing to go with me to the auditions on Saturday? If I can make those, that is.
FROCK SPACERS!!!!!!!!!! They (the orthodontist people) were supposedly going to take my spacers out today and put some new, even more painful equipment in, but instead they took the old spacers out, put painful metal dealies in, took those out, made adjustments, put them back in, molded them to my teeth, took an impression of my upper jaw (I HATE those things!!), removed the metal dealies AGAIN, and fit my teeth with brand new, even bigger spacers. And I'm due to get my pallette expander (damn it, I don't even care if that's spelled right) next Thursday.
Oh. Joy.
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It's three o'clock in the morning *points to clock* and I can't fudging get to sleep.
Happy Easter, everyone!
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Wednesday, April 7th, 2004
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OHMUHGAWD, Steph'z partay roxx'd.
XD Sorry. Had to follow the crowd.
I'm feeling better (since...oh, let's just say last post, for reference). The painkillers almost manage to numb all the pain for a little, but towards the end of the dose it starts hurting like hell. Tomorrow I finish that awful-ass antibiotic! Muhahahaha, to you I say! Burn in your horrible, pink, awful-ass tasteness! >:] I mean that, too. I am going to burn the bottle. Does anyone know if medicine burns well? Heh heh, we'll find out soon enough, won't we?
I braved a look inside my mouth the other day. All I have to say is that they're having a partay in thurr. A partay to rival the partay-est partay ever partay-ed! Actually, no, it's not that bad. It's just really late and I'm really drugged up and I'm really kinda getting tired I really should get some sleep but I really. Er, sorry, didn't know how to end that sentence.
Dr. Briskin (whose name is just fun to type), the Ear, Nose, and Throat Specialist Dohickeymiser, was kinda surprised that I've been eating as much as I have. So HA, Mom-who-threatened-me-with-IVs-to-force-food-down-my-poor-aching-esophogus!
I'm lonely. Call me. I can leave my house now an' all!
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Saturday, April 3rd, 2004
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The scale in my parent's bathroom says I've lost fourteen pounds since Monday. But I don't trust that scale. It lies. Amber called. That made me mucho happy. Especially since Amber and I have had an on-again off-again friendship since second grade. This year, though, we're really close. Like, close enough to recall how when we first met, we had the same shoes, and were both missing a tooth in the same spot. Unfortunately, I can't return her phone call because I can't talk. It was a nice thought, though, ya know?
My mom got really pissed at me for not eating, so today I had a nutritional drink thingy that reminded me of that freeze-dried ice cream (chocolate flavored, at that) that they use for space, an artificially-flavored watermelon yogurt thing, and... *drumroll* pasta! Oh God, that really killed my non-exsistent tonsils.
They're making me get out of the house tomorrow to go visit my grandparents. Ah...um...okay. So instead of dozing on the big comfy recliner chair watching the big screen TV all day, they load me into the car, drive for half an hour, and prop me on that uncomfortable couch that smells like moth balls and allow me to watch the barely-cable television while constantly telling my Mom-mom that I don't want a grilled cheese sandwich. Sorry, don't mind me, I'm just bitter, and writing on my LJ is a better alternative than watching the Mad TV reruns that have been playing all day.
I have decided that the first thing I'll eat when I can eat will be Stuffed (don't they spell it 'Stuft'?) Crust Pizza from whatever pizza store makes that junk. I hate pizza. But the mind-controlling commercials have been showing an ad for this pizza all freakin' week and it kind of grows on you, I guess.
On another note, I have now been told I look like Alexa Vega (think Spy Kids) for the ten millionth time. *waves flag*
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sleepy.
empty.
destroyed.
ecstatic.
distressed.
chipper.
relaxed.
bitchy.
cynical.
hahaha... exanimate.
hot.
insomniac...al.
pained.