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Laparoscopy Cholecystectomy

Well, I had surgery today. I went around yesterday to collect homework assignments and cell numbers and every book I have (SO HEAVY HOLY CRAP) and school wasn't even in session today. Probably because of flooding.

Oh well. My belly hurts a bit and I'm sleepy and can't move too well but, all things considered, I feel pretty alright. I got hot tomato soup and toast in bed and, right now, am using the laptop while still in bed. It's a very fancy laptop though a tad slower than mine. It's funny since MY computer is about two feet away but my parents are still so freaked about the surgery they don't mind my using it. They were pretty scared.

It was weird. I wasn't that scared even though Aunt Trish died from THIS EXACT SURGERY. It even made me a little happy because all these people came out of the woodwork to say they'd pray for me and to act all worried. Still, I think I'd rather be ignored and have my gallbladder (both inside me and still working properly). I feel guilty that my parents are pampering me so much and that the pit will have to pull of the slack for my lack of physical exertion I've been ordered to undergo until I'm well. Lauren Cagle will have her work cut out for her. I think I've already done too much there anyway, though, since the doc found out I have a slight hernia in my belly too. Nothing serious but if it ever gets bad I'll need to have it surgically fixed too. **sigh**

2008 has not been a good year for me. I'll be glad when it's over.


Yes, this entry is just titled "Damn" because I am angry at Time for going so DAMN fast. I miss AGS! Its almost pathetic how much I loved that place, but I know that all 500 of us miss it the same way I do so that makes me feel less ridiculous. But I miss everyone SO MUCH! All my friends were so fantastic and we had such a great time together that I wish we really could make a commune so we could hang out all the time. I made some really fabulous friends (some more than others, you know who you are) and it frustrates me that I probably will barely ever see them again because of how far away they live and the price of gas.

What's sad is I realized last night that I'm HOMESICK for Hendrix. I'm sitting in my house, taking showers in my own bathroom, sleeping in my own bed and feeling homesick for the crappy dorms and filthy bathrooms. If that doesn't prove the utopian characteristics of the program I'm not sure what could.

Anyway, just wanted to articulate my EXTREME sadness at this summer coming to a close. Now I have to go and eat cake with my family.

Toodles, all.

Da-YUM it's been a while, eh?

Governor's School is wonderful. Is and was since I'm on break now. I'll be sleeping in my own bed tonight, with my won mattres, my own room, my own bathroom, my own air, my own thoughts. It'll be lovely.

But I love governor's school. I've met new people and enjoyed time with old people. I've made a human pyramid (fun but dangerous) and listened to music I didn't know and come to the conclusion that Disney World is racist. I've been to Shakespeare and seen people enjoy Twinkies in an exaggerated manner. I know good Sci-Fi now when I only thought I did before (FIREFLY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!?)

I'll be happy and sad when its over but right now I'll just enjoy my bed and my family and Fourth of July.


So, I seem to have a temper. Who knew?

Today, after the game, I was so angry I was shaking. I was so angry I was babbling. I was so angry I was practically in tears.

I had always thought that it seemed strange to be crying when you're angry. It didn't make much sense. But I know now.

I am still thouroughly pissed, don't get me wrong, but now I am planning. I am rationalizing. I am on firm ground again.

I've probably ranted about a certain someone to my friends before. Especially my friends in band. Let's just say this certain person is blonde. Is female. Is obnoxious. Is named Lauren... Anyway, today was the straw that broke the collective camels' back. The entire pit is absolutely fed up. And I mean it. There have been threats of quitting band, of striking, of physical abuse, and more and all of it is completely serious. We are all sick and tired. But mostly TIRED of doing all the work and getting little to no credit while the CERTAIN SOMEONE does practically nothing, shows up late, and then turns around and gives US ORDERS. Like we're her minions. Like we're her slaves. I'm so angry, even now, that I'm giving myself a stomach ache.

I've probably done something I'll regret. I snapped at Mr. Seel. I couldn't take it. I was on my way out (I NEEDED to get out of there) when I saw him. I couldn't just walk off without saying SOMETHING so I did. I asked why we do all the work and they do nothing. His response was to gaze at me indignantly and retort "They got all the coolers!" All I said was "Please" and stormed out.

COOLERS!!? That is nothing. The other Megans and I pushed up two marimbas tonight including the HUGE MONSTER one of mine that needs two people by itself. Oh, and did I mention we did this when we had TWO PERFECTLY GOOD TRAILORS to use instead? And so, while a whole trailor is driven up ABSOLUTELY EMPTY Megan, Megan, Tabitha, Alyssa, Isaac, Sherry, several unnamed woodwinds, several more band aides and I pushed up heavy equipment from the football field, up that rather large hill, around the school, and into the bandroom while LAUREN AND LINDSAY RIDE ON THE FUCKING TRAILOR?! Oh, excuse me. I was wrong. They ARE working. Coolers are MUCH tougher than actually SWEATING. Pardon me. How COULD I be so rude?

And that's just tonight.

How many years have I been doing more than my share of work? How many years has EVERYONE BUT LAUREN remembered to pull thier weight, get here on time, and still had to worry whether HER instrument is out there too? AND SHE THINKS SHE IS SECTION LEADER? I aughta kick her ass.

And it's not just her! Mr. Seel and Mr. Lloyd KNOW they don't come on time. They KNOW they barely know thier parts. They KNOW they don't do any work. They HAVE to know. It's not as if they hide it. Megan and I think maybe if we are more preppy, giggle a little more, and wear short shorts then maybe we won't have to work either. It. Is. Not. Fair.

Now, it's not just that they come late. Lauren C. comes in late very often but then she works TWICE as hard to make up for it. And, from what I've heard, she has a lot of stuff going on that makes it hard for her to get here on time so she's off the hook, really. But when she's late Lauren jumps down her throat! That hypocrite bitch. And then she makes sure that the teachers get on to her too. THAT HYPOCRITE BITCH.

No. Calm down. I have to be diplomatic. No point burning bridges.

So, tomorrow I'll talk to Megan N. She and I will lay out a battle plan, or I will explain mine. We'll confront Mr. Seel and explain our protests CALMLY and SENSIBLY. We will offer a solution. I will apologize for my rudeness tonight. Everything will be better. Everyone will be satisfied.

Or if not. There's always a strike.

Either way, on Monday, justice will be served.


Hello Mortals

Sorry, I'm using this as a dream journal again. But, since nothing exciting happens to me in the waking world I might as well, eh? Here you go. Adventure in Dreamland.

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Don't mind me. Rant ahead.

Apparently, I'm androgynous.

Yup. I have no gender. Despite the rather obvious milk-bags hanging from my chest nearly half the people I meet think I'm a guy. I really hope it's not just the hair, though, since that is so cliche and stereotypical. My dad says I dress unisex but, really, if it's a choice between being mistaken for a boy 40% of the time or dressing like I just stepped out for a break from the red light district... I think I'll stay unisex.

I mean, seriously now folks, you should have the seen the stuff the girls were wearing for the college tours and admissions sessions I've gone to. Sure, it's not as if it's the actual college interview but, c'mon, they could be a little more classy than hoochie shorts and skin tight tank tops. I was thinking to myself the whole time "Geez, people, I really don't want to be privy to the info. on what type of undies you have wedged up your butt cheeks, thanks!"

It even happened at my great uncle's funeral!! So, I'm sitting there in a catholic chapel, freezing my ass off in one of my pretty (yet not exactly practical) dresses, when in walk these two chicks. The first one, okay, is half-way decent. I could see her going to church like that (but could she have worn something other than flip flops?) but her sister (I think) was wearing a skin-tight white t-shirt (and I could se her bra) with pretty much SPANDEX short-shorts. Or should I say DAY-UM short shorts. And ratty flip flops. But at least they were BLACK. Grrrawr.

Man, my Pop-pop had a saying about shorts that short. He said that they left more cheeks to powder and more hair to comb.

Yeah. Think about that for a sec and you'll start to laugh. ^^

I swear, though, it's no wonder that Europeans and other foriegn peoples don't like Americans that much. The majority of us are either dress like complete slobs or hookers and barely any of us have any manners to speak of.

Argh. Don't mind me. I'm just getting this off my chest. It's one of my pet-peeves.

Hello Mortals

So, I, like, totally didn't come back the next day to type stuff, yeah? Yeah. Sorries. I was traveling across the country. ...or packing. I can't remember which. So I'm in New Jersey now and LOVIN' IT!! I've been to the pool like a BUNCH and we went to the library and ate bagels and I totally schooled the boardwalk at DDR. Yeah. I'm going to go back to the boardwalk during this trip and put my name in both of the other machines in all the other arcades. People will be walking around gossiping about the magnificent dancin' masteh MAP! Who are they? Are they an alien? Why are they so skilled? I WILL SWEEP ACROSS THE BOARDWALK LIKE A PLAGUE FROM WHICH THEY WILL NEVER RECOVER!!! ALL YOUR DDR ARE BELONG TO ME!!

Anywho, I'm gonna be SO tan when I get back. yeah. Not really. I tanned all day and I'll be back to my whiteness before dinner. **sigh** Curse my viking heritage!!

I miss all you guys that are my friends and even the ones who aren't as much my friends. Yeah. You guys are great. But its kinda nice not to know anybody around. Like, a seekrit agent. ...in a swimsuit. ...eatin' bagels ...with thier Aunt Pat. Yeah. Well, I miss you guys anyway. I'll try to come on here every now and then but who knows, yeah? There's lots of stuff to do. I might even go CANOEING! (I have no idea how to spell that. What's the deal with an 'e' on the end of 'canoe,' eh? Weird.)

Bye now!

Jun. 29th, 2007

Hello Mortals

Wow. Weird being here. I guess this just illustrates the extent of my boredom in brilliant technicolor, eh? And I can't even use IM so ..yeah ... I'm dying.

Anyway, those of you who read this journal are my friends and already know that I go to New Jersey every summer. This summer is no exception. However, my great uncle Ed just died so we are going aabout a week earlier than we thought. Neat. But bad. Ergh. Too tired. Tell you later. Look at this, though, while I'm gone.

Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Extraversion |||||||||| 40%
Stability |||||||||| 33%
Orderliness |||||||||||||||| 63%
Accommodation |||||||||||||| 56%
Interdependence |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Intellectual |||||||||||| 50%
Mystical |||||||||| 36%
Artistic |||||||||||||| 56%
Religious |||||||||||| 43%
Hedonism || 10%
Materialism |||||||||||| 50%
Narcissism |||||||||||||||| 63%
Adventurousness |||| 16%
Work ethic |||||||||||| 43%
Self absorbed |||||||||||| 43%
Conflict seeking |||||| 30%
Need to dominate |||||||||||| 43%
Romantic |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Avoidant |||||||||||| 50%
Anti-authority |||||||||| 36%
Wealth |||||||||||| 50%
Dependency |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Change averse |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||||| 63%
Individuality |||||||||||| 50%
Sexuality |||||||||||||||| 63%
Peter pan complex |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Physical security |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Physical Fitness |||||| 24%
Histrionic |||||||||||| 43%
Paranoia |||||||||||| 43%
Vanity |||||||||||||||| 63%
Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Indie |||||||||||| 46%
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Neat how its changed in a year, eh? Bye now.




Messenger doesn't work and LJ was my last resort. I HAD to tell you (I hope you don't already know) the name of Tamaki's Love-dog. Its ANTOINETTE!! Okay, bye.
Hello Mortals

Whoa. **wipes away cobwebs from my site** Haven't been here in a while. But, I have to let it out. Everyone just pass over this entry as it is filled with nothings that concern no one but myself. Ahem.

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I won the award in band tonight!!! OH! MY!! GOD!! I'm so shocked I could barely stand up when I got called. It feels so great. It even has my name on it. I've never gotten an award where my name has actually been on the award. The only places where I get plaques were like in competitions where everyone gets one at the end or stuff like quizbowl where they really don't know who's gonna win. But htis one had my name on it, showing that they actually put thought into who should get it and, out of all the other ninth grade woodwinds, they chose me.

I don't really think I deserve it really. Most likely they gave it to me because I'm second chair and a freshman. But really, I think me even getting first chair was a fluke (I'm sure Melissa, the girl I beat out, thinks so too ^^;) because I'mn a lot worse than Hannah and Melissa most of the time. It's just so great because it shows that Mr. Lloyd is proud of me. Mr. Lloyd is someone who you either hate witha passion, respect more than any other person, or both. It just makes me happy that he would think I did good. I just hope I can live up to his expectations. I hope I can prove it wasn't just a fluke. And most of all, I hope I turn out to be someone Laura can look up to. I was so proud when she won the award and was more happy then than when I won my own. It's like she's the little sister I never had and I don't want her to think it was a freak accident, that I didn't deserve it. I want her to be as proud of me as I am of her.

China won an award too! She got best out of the ninth grade brass and I was just as proud of her, and, suprisingly, so was my mom. I promised her I'd tell China tomorrow how happy mom is for her. I told her I would and tell her how happy I was for her too. I'm so glad she got that award. She actually did deserve it. She's worked so hard and loves it so much. Anyway, that's all. I hope I don't sound conceited, I just wanted to rant a bit. I hope I wasn't arrogant too, since then I'd be a hypocrite. Everyone knows how much I hate arrogance (**coughWillGriffithcough**).