Ok, first, the little girl in Dark Water's name isn't spelled Sessy, it's Ceci. I like the correct way better ^_^

Second, I did write a poem last night (well, after I wrote the last post... you know what I mean, right?), but I notice that lately my poems are... well, to put it nicely... bad. Recently when I feel the need to write a poem, I start writing it, and then my mind wanders off and soon I have these... multiple beginnings of the same sort. Well, they came from the same thought in my mind, but they will never go together in a poem. When I wrote in a notebook at the beginning of this year, I would have a few or no words crossed out (I usually write in pen) in my poems. Lately, I have whole VERSES crossed out.... It's like my mind can't work properly. Nevertheless, I WILL post up the poem I wrote 'last night', because I thought it was absolute crap last night when I wrote it, and I just read it again... and it's worth posting ^_^ Happy???

Third, I've been getting headaches a lot lately. Everyday I have one can of Coke to either get rid of, or prevent headaches... Coke is my best friend in this house... besides this laptop, I mean ^_^;;; .... I DUNO!!! I just realized that my headaches are usually sinuses and/or next to my soon-to-be scar. This isn't unusual... I mean the sinuses part. My dad has Hay Fever, and my mom and I have similar... problems (weird, huh? Similar Birthday, similar problems... (for those of you who somehow DON'T know, My mom and I have the same birthday... Sept. 14, which is oddly a date mentioned in the Half-Blood Prince. HINT: It's mentioned in a memory)). Usually if my mom has a sinus headache, then I most likely have or will have a sinus headache. Oh, and I don't have any KNOWN allergies. I might be slightly allergic to dust, as when I was cleaning and mainly dealing with dust, I was sneezing tons... and I have like... these spots in the house where I sneeze if I'm not necessarily sick. And I do NOT have headaches from being on the computer too much, I've barely been on at all.

Fourth, my parents have officially labeled me "Goth", and I can tell that they don't really know what Goths are... I read this article... I'll try to find it, 'cause it is VERY scarily accurate. Okey, here's the link (http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A473924). Yep, It's a BBC article... trust me, it's good. I read it with extremly low expectations, and my mind was in absolute shock, thinking "Whoa... Skyler's brother WAS right, Goth's can't dance... But they CAN sing!!" I talked to Sky's bro on Sky's birthday, when I went to his house from school, and then my parents picked me up around 9 (pm!!!). I think his name was... Sean... or something, I duno. Sounded like he was in his early twenties (I would eagerly switch brothers with Skyler), and I think he was calling from Idaho or something? I don't remember. But he was CLEARLY obsessed with peanut butter, and he was insane. He left me laughing really hard. When we hung up, Skyler said that he once asked Sky if God/Jesus or peanut butter came first. ANYWAY, on with the next one...

Fifth (I have no clue how long this will be, thus the reason I named this "Brief"), I learned way too much today at the Camas Days parade. My dad's old friend that he used to run around with ran into us, and just sat with us to watch the parade and talk (and by "us" I mean my parents and I, I'm SOOO glad that Matt has a job now! I don't have to hear his annoying comments that only my mom finds funny once in awhile. Well, the guy's name was Del (no joke), and he obviously didn't know my name. He just said "her" or when I knew he was going to ask me the question, he paused at the name part and would say "Marvin" (my dad). He was wearing a Veitnam hat, and it wasn't until after the parade was over that I found out that the guy was actually in Veitnam. He was talking about being exposed to General Orange or something... Agent Orange, that's it! And blah blah. We (as in my parents, Del, and I) started walking down towards where the Bathtub races are held, and then we came upon yet ANOTHER one of the guys that my dad used to hang out with before he got married, and yet again, he seemed to know my parent's names, yet didn't notice me or didn't know my name... I saw too many people I knew personally that where in the WHS Cheerleading Squad little group in the parade. Then when the Wells Fargo horses had to stop, so that they had enough gap to get down the big hill, BEHIND that carrige was the CAMAS cheerleading girls, all of which looked like actual cheerleaders at the school. After their cheer they immediantly started SOCIALIZING. That included doing dares (nothing extreme)... so I just focused all my thoughts on the pretty horses... didn't work much, they were LOUD *stuffs fingers in ears* LALALALALALA!! Oh, and I got hellsa lotsa CANDY!!! and we got 3 rolls of toilet paper, and I got a black weiner dog fashioned by some clown... and I also got sprayed with that water gun... my parents were making weird noises, and I just closed my eyes thinking "urge to destroy world rising". I would've hated to be one of the guys in the costumes. One with the cards came up to us and tried to make my mom feel uncomfortable, she just told him to give her a card... Then another guy with a mask tried to scare me... didn't work. I was just thinking "get your face out of my face... too close.... must resist... sarcasm..." I was laughing at my mom when she got a sparkly rainbow scrunchie from the gymnasium people. I got a velvet-like blue one. Once again, my dad knows too many people. "Hi, Marv!" says an old lady in the back of a car... "My god," I think to myself, "is she like... 90?" and then he knew an old guy whom was RUNNING at the time... I said that you don't see an old guy RUN everyday. My dad added, "especially when they are 65 to 70 years old." later, an old, even MORE fragile old lady was running UPHILL. I thought I had stepped into the Twilight Zone or something...

Lastly, we watched this rented movie called... Blind Horizons or something... decent movie, I love the concept, yet it could've been a better all-around movie. It's basically about a guy who gets amnesia, cuz he got shot in the head, but survived. Well, 2 boys found the main guy in the middle of a desert, then later, the SAME 2 boys found ANOTHER guy, dead, in the same desert. I made a comment that they should make that big, wide, open space a graveyard, since so many people die there anyway. After the boys run off, the scene goes to a deputy guy who's phone rings and he's like "Hey... yea..." I then said, "Another one?" Then the deputy, not a second later said, "What, another one?" I laughed with my parents... I duno what Matt was doing at the time, but he didn't find it funny >=P *rolls eyes*

Wasn't that just the briefiest brief ever?? Britt. I. Want. Those. Pictures!!! Cara, read my comment to your comment on my comment (sorry... couldn't resist) on the Harry Potter post thingy, cause I figured a new theory that had my dad thinking.

I'm just writing this for the sheer hell of it. It's something that's been bothering me for a while and it's making me feel.... distanced from the world. Britt, this does has something to do with that email I wrote last night (or rather this morning), but that was just some weird moodswing that the time of the month brings... I just watched Dark Water at Cascade 16, and it was definately MY kind of movie ^_^. I loved it sooooo much, it's now my favorite movie ever!! I was a little depressed and shaky when it ended... in the bathroom there was this little girl that looked similar to the little girl in the movie (Sessy... I think that's how you spell it), and she washed her hands, and then went over to the dryer next to me, and tried to reach up, but then she looked at me, and I gave her this... weird shaky smile, before she went to the lower dryer. Anyway, I do feel distant from things, and... I duno. I have a theory why I feel this... so I shall go on...

You all know that I have a special place in my heart for Skyler, right? Well, if you didn't, now you do. Oh, Britt, you have that pic of Skyler, right? Is it possible that you can send me the before and after pictures *cheesy grin*??? And you know that Skyler left for California on June 25th, the same day I got the stomach flu? Awhile ago, when I told my mom that Sky was moving, she told me that we could go visit him if I got his address... That was quite awhile ago, so I don't remember the exact words. So far, I haven't got a single word from him... I mean, I don't blame him for needing to get settled and stuff, I didn't expect him to call me to say that they were in Sacremento and he had to go unpack before his mom killed him.... But, I duno... I have this feeling that dwells in my heart that I'll never see him again, or worse; I never get to see or hear his words again.... I miss his voice and of course, the way he laughed. Now I'm just making myself cry, but I'm still smiling! Britt, I WANT THOSE PICS!!!! lol.

Britt, remember 3rd grade? Remember Stanley? Cara, do you remember Stanley? Omg... I feel like a dork saying this... but in 3rd grade, I used to think I loved him... That was until I realized he was a jerkass (MY WORD!!! NO STEAL!!) and that I was non-existant to him. I don't remember how long I liked him. But I think it's so odd that I was being blinded by Stanley to not notice when Skyler moved in.... Same class as Britt, Katie, Stanley, Will, and me. *sigh* I still have my diary that I wrote in in 3rd grade, and 4th... lemme find it... AHA!!! Found it!! I don't remember Ashley and Corey hating each other... OH!! Sorry, I'm reading it, and yea ^_^;;; I remember Emily!! She was awesome! LOL!! Britt, remember when Julia said that Katie wanted to go in the shower with Stanley?! I had that written in here... my god that's hilarious. Ok, Skyler was alive in June... I have his name written in here for June 22, 2000. He was a Native American (I remember I was a flower)... hmm, this was back when we called Will "Willy". I loved those read-a-thons (I'm now reading about 5th grade... I wrote about 4 things in 4th grade...)!!! lol, I called Spencer "Spenterd"... lol, that was because he was being a jerk. LOL, little Ryan got stuck in the bathroom (when we were in portables)... I so remember that. I just realized I didn't write anything about 9/11, but I remember that day a little TOO well. Mr. Larry... he was cool. lol, I was sooooooo thankful for finally leaving Maggie's (my old babysitter), that I wrote R.I.P. on the page (read in peace). I remember tug-o-war!!! That was fun ^_^. Dude, Karen was in my Cispus cabin? No wonder I had a bad time... Ok here's a list of people in my cabin: Bridget, Jennifer Brown, Mariah, Erin, Kayla Jensen, Andrea, Ali, Michelle LeGrand, Rachel Duffy, and Randa. My counselors were Kristen and Kelly (the short Kelly), they were better than I could've hoped for. Then the other group's counselors were Perri and Suana, I remember Perri (and I remember that she knew Matt, and that my counselors knew Matt, but not personally. They were like "You're brother is Matt Yates? Why didn't you tell us?" I said: "Wouldn't the fact that we have the same last name be obvious to you?" Matt is the shy, cheese man... just look at his picture in his senior yearbook... it tells you all. And he was voted the shyest person in his senior year. He's proud of that). Ok, in this WHOLE diary (I overflowed it with writing), I only said Skyler's name ONCE, and that was just naming him as a Native American in that play we did in 3rd grade. In other words, I was really blind... I don't remember anything interesting in 3rd grade that Sky was involved in *sigh*. Besides Stanley, I did have crushes on other people... not many... I did have phases like the one Britt's going through where I just didn't like anyone at the time. I didn't think anyone was cute or anything. I think I had a little crush on Josh Kemrer in 5th or 6th grade... that soon passed. I realized I had only liked him cuz he made me laugh and he was a little cute... now he just looks like the rest of them.

Lately I've been reading a little too many stories on Quizilla, but they have given me ideas for my story ^_^. They make me feel depressed and sad (in a good sorta way), but they make me miss Skyler even more (that's bad). Recently, life's been feeling dull... the same thing everyday. Days are colliding into each other and I can't decipher on day from another. I'm not doing drugs or anything, so it's not that. But I can't even remember if I took my anti-depressants today (aka, my medication). I have to actually THINK to figure out what day of the week it is, then I have to look at a calendar or ask someone to get the actual day. I'm not inspired right to write poems, but I feel the need to write stories. I've had too much time to think about life in general.


This part is about my history of depression... I remember in the summer between 6th and 7th, after Harry Potter 5 came out, and before my mom's surgery, I would go outside once in awhile, go down to where the pear trees and pulm tree is, and I would walk around, reciting poems I remembered and often crying. Why? The thing is... I don't know why I would cry everyday. I don't remember what I told myself why I was crying.... Life seemed darker, but I still liked the feeling of the sun on my skin. Now, life is dark and the sun doesn't make it feel any brighter, it just makes me feel worse. After my mom almost died, I locked myself in my room often. I remember that when she was still in the hospital, I spent 2 hours thinking. I just sat on my bed, looked at my window curtains, not really seeing them, just looking right through, and thought. I just sat there, thinking, not noticing things around me, not changing my position. The whole 2 hours I did that straight, it felt like only a half hour. I was only interrupted by my dad coming home... that was the worst month of my life... everything wasn't going well and I had to deal with the fact that my mom almost died and I had to take care of her if Matt wasn't up to do so. I had to deal with not seeing my dad when my mom was at the hospital. I declined invitings to go visit my mom, because I hate being in hospitals. The smell and feeling of death hangs in the air like fog... I just hate it. I'd cry myself to sleep often.... That was back when I didn't just think that it was going to get better, I knew it would. Back when I liked the presence of the sun as much as rain.

I'll end this now because... I feel a poem coming on!! lol

Well screw that. I was writing this post on AOL and then AOL obviously QUIT on me and I went mad. I wrote a TON on this post, and lost it all because I didn't even THINK of saving it. So now, back online, I'm writing this on Internet Explorer, so it doesn't close on me with no warning. Now I don't really feel like writing, knowing how much I did earlier. So I shall try to make this as quick and simple as possible!!!!

My mom has a big family. Eight siblings in all (Dan-WA, Ken-WA, Carlton-CO, Carol-WA, Barb-WA, Marge-NV, Beth-AK, Cindy-ID *that was states if you hadn't figured that out*), that's not including my mom, Marilyn. Now, Carltion and his wife Renee, and their son, Austin live close to Denver, Colorado. They're traveling around to visit Carlton's family since they seem to always visit Renee's.

Let me do a 101 on them.... Carlton is a minister (at a church... duh). Renee is a teacher at a Christian school. And Austin.... well, many years ago, when they visited, he liked Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Mighty Mouse. Austin is currently 11.... so, they visited back when I was 7, so he was 4. I bloody hope he not as annoying as I remember him.... This is going to be the best week of my life *snore*.

They're gonna be here for a week... or at least Carlton and Austin are. Every year during July or August, my mom and her sisters and sister's in law go to Lincoln City for a weekend together. That "weekend" has now grown to 4 days. I'm gonna be in a house with 4 guys!!! 3 much older than me and one younger than me. Austin better be someone I can handle and not want to STRANGLE to death *sheepish grin*. But, like my mom said, my family will be at work some of the time (doesn't Matt usually have Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday off?? Or is it just my brain doing tricks on me like it has been since I finished the 6th Harry Potter book *deep breath*???), and then the other two will "most likely"(my mom doesn't know what they plan to do their time here.... I don't even know where "here" is, anyway!) be "away" except for the time when they will be in the BEDS (plural. I convinced my parents I am NOT giving up my bed for the couple to sleep in (cuz its full), so they bought a cheap full bed. They put it in the computer room, and took the bed that was already in there (my old bed) and put it in the family room. There, I re-discovered how soft and comfy it was (that upset my parents). I couldn't see why the couple could've (uncomfortably) sleep in the twin bed and Austin on the couch (it's a nice couch).) ANYWAY, when they are here, in this building, I am seriously going to try to stay out of sight... not only do I not like company, but I don't want to get in a religious conversation or... something else. It's this stupid phobia I have.

During the week that they are here, I CAN'T be on the internet when they're here (that includes when they're sleeping), so don't be surprised Cara and Britt when I'm not on when you are (it usually works out like that, doesn't it?). I can't go on the main computer AT ALL, so good-bye to SimCoaster =(. And nobody said this, but I bet I can't play loud music.... especially my music which contains Slipknot, Kittie, Evanescence, Green Day (can't forget that cd), and My Chemical Romance. Before I'd know, I'd get yelled at and get a nice long speech.... and if it's Green Day... uh... I won't even get STARTED on that. *sigh* I'm gonna know how it feels to have strict Christian relatives over, Britt (well, not sure if they're strict, but, HEY, look at what the parents do for a living!!)... at least I'm not having millions of people living here! YAY!!!

lol, I just realized that since Austin's bed is in the family room, I HAVE to remember to get water from the bathroom and starve to death at night. The family room is RIGHT next to the kitchen, no walls, nothing separates the 2 rooms besides a counter. Lights = wakey. No lights = trip and fall = noise = wakey. In other words, I'm screwed. Eh.... maybe a flashlight.... YEAH, and scare the crap out of Austin (oh!!! *evil scheming*).

So I'm having guests over for an entire week and I'm gonna be screwed. Wish me luck, peoples!! Oh, and not sure if I said this, but they're coming THIS Monday (we are cleaning like mad over here... I guess. We still haven't finished our ant killing and such (Britt knows what I'm talkin about)). *yawn* nite!

I'm not up early.... I'm up late, real late. I spent my spare time yesterday reading, taking breaks now and then for food or food and thinking or... you get it. EXCELLENT book, my new found favorite, even greater than Shattered Mirror. JK surprised me in this book... but a good surprisement on my part. Book 5 was a bad surprisement.

I like to read alone with no distractions, no noise, or anything... that's why it was a weird coincidence that most of the tension in the book was when I was supposed to be asleep. So, naturally I got the full blast of it with no music to... seduce my thoughts. In other words, if I'm listening to "Demoltion Lovers" I'm thinking sad thoughts, love thoughts... whereas if I'm listening to the band Kittie, I'm thinking more towards angry. I found this out when I write. I like to write to music for some reason, and it altered my story very oddly, I must say.

Anyway, great story, great discribing especially, great everything. Finishing the story made me scared to have all the lights off, or even to hear the water whispering in the kitchen.... no joke, but I'm good now.


I have many things I'd like to say, and it will be in a comment to this post. So if you haven't read ALL 1-6 and you don't want to be spoiled from the first sentence, then don't even THINK of looking at it. People can leave their own theories on comments to this post, I really don't mind to hear what you people say.

I know Cara has been wondering where I went, and then I talked to Britt on the phone yesterday and to my GREAT surprise, she was at the bookstore I went to to get my book (I took time away from the book to make sure you guys weren't worried... it's hard on me). Soooo, as Brittni has been informed, my internet isn't working properly. My dad recently discovered that AOL 7.0 is the latest version that works on this pathetic computer, thus the reason I'm on.

Ok, you all know (or should know) that Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince came out today. I reserved a book at the Border's store near the Cascade 16 theater. We (as in my parents and I) went to the midnight party around.... well, we got there before 11. I wore my usual attire (jeans, black sweater) with a black (you saw that coming) Harry Potter shirt, and I wore my star necklace just for the heck of it. Then as a final touch I put my Gryffindor scarf around my neck (actually more like under my hood and collar). We got there and saw the Red Robin guy and a guy dressed as Harry posing for cameras and regular people standing in front of them... it was truly sad and my dad agreed that it just didn't look right. Going inside, I found out that it was quite warm. We got drinks and went outside where the temperature was more bearable (I really don't like being hot). I got alot of stares. I noticed some people were staring at my scarf (which I bought online from Alivan's).... especially the people that had what looked like homemade Gryffindor scarfs of their own. After pizza and fries were brought over from Red Robins and left outside for people to get, I got a few fries (the pizza already gone) and went back inside with my parents. I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I found my parents right there: my dad walking in circles, and my mom sitting on one of those... step stool thingys. My dad saw me getting a drink from the fountain again (I was unusually very thirsty the whole time) and told me they already brought out the books, to which I replied "What?! I missed it?" My mom added, "It looked very impressive with 'Harry Potter' all over it." The next batch came out from the Staff Only next to the bathrooms and it was both books and audio this time. It wasn't exciting. My parents told me that the first one was two of the rollers at the same time... sad I had to miss it. It looked as if there were only two staff members (both female) bringing in books to the registers. We just watched them. One of the girls noticed me and my mom sitting next to each other and asked what number we were. My mom replied with "199"... at this time they were serving people 1-50. My parents started talking about getting a box. The next time that lady came around, my dad asked her if we could get one of the boxes. She said "I wouldn't see why not. I'll see what I can do." She came back to get more books, and handed us a box. You wouldn't believe how happy I was... you really wouldn't... and note that this was my PARENT'S idea, not mine. And if you must know, they do read the series and like them... unlike someone I know *cough* Matt *cough*. He dispises Harry Potter... and the thing is... he doesn't say why!! Our group of numbers was called, and my dad got in line, since I didn't feel like waiting in the back of the line that I couldn't see (I'll rephrase that... I couldn't see the back of the line). After a few minutes, I found my dad and got in line with him. We were talking and my dad goes, "I recognize someone over there," he pointed over my head.... I was thinking it was some other guy he knew that he served at work (he works at NAPA Auto Parts), since I swear he can go anywhere and see someone he knows (ex: When my dad sliced open his finger, he practically knew every other person that was in the ER at that time... and there were alot of people. ex: I can say a person's name, and he'll more than likely know that person's dad or uncle, or even grandfather (he knows Cody Rocha's dad, and he once worked with Cody's grandfather.... btw, I hate that little guy).) So I look to see who it is and I my mind was thinking "That looks like Brittni... wait, it is Brittni!" Earlier that day on the phone she told me that she'd most likely buy at Costco the next day. So we talked and such. I told her the story behind the box I was holding... blah blah, Brittni knows what went on and how her dad ditched her and such. So we got the book, and headed back home. We first stopped at Burger King on the way, and I only got a medium water (like I said, I was real thirsty). The guy at the window there was obviously having a bad day. He dropped one of the cups (he tried stifling our laughter), and the water tap wasn't working very well... the guy had to kept moving the cup so that the water would go in it. We had to wait a while, with a guy behind us, because they had to start up the fry cooker... thing. My dad was telling me about the water thing... as I had missed it. We got our drinks, but were still waiting on the food. I was drinking my water at the time and dad's story telling caused some of the water to come out my nose... I was laughing hysterically after that.

An example why I dislike Matt: we got home, and I was helping my mom fix the box we got. I asked her who she thought the Half-Blood Prince was (at the time, I thought it was Hagrid), and my brother interupted saying, "I think Johnny Depp is the Half-Blood Prince. Wouldn't it be great if it was?"

I'm currently on page 208, and I'd really like to get back to the book if you don't mind, I'd like to see if my theories of who the Half-Blood Prince are true. OH!! The day before our internet wasn't working properly, I uploaded "Demolition Lovers" to the internet (took a good 3 hours to load, I believe... I couldn't do anything at all on the internet while it was uploading). I will attempt to get it up when I feel the need to (that means after I finish the book!!).


Does anyone know if Snape is Pureblood or Half-Blood?? Nevermind... I most likely won't see the comments until after I've read all 652 pages!!

This is the first time I've ever had stitches and I hope I never get them ever again. My mom and I counted that I had 32 stitches (16 on one side, 16 on the other), whilst my dad only got 2 when he sliced his finger open. This morning I discovered that I had a stitch come out (only one end is in my skin), so basically I have 31 now.

I'm doing better. At least I'm no longer mortified to see stitches, but I still don't like them. I can FINALLY close my right eye all the way with no pain. I can finally make slight face expressions without pain. I'm so happy about that, it means that my skin is relaxing... but my eyebrow is still a little up. My dad gave me a nickname that he's only used once: Megan Spock Yates. I'm not a Star Trek fan, and I don't really like it. Matt (my brother) seems to be avoiding me, especially when I don't have a patch over my wound. I don't really blame him not wanting to see it. I remember when my mom came back from the hospital I couldn't be around her and feel comfortable. The fact that I she needed help and attention pushed me to be around her more, even though I was scared. I don't blame my brother for not wanting to be around. I'm glad my parents are there for me. Last Friday, the day after I got stitches, my mom stayed home from work just to be with me and help me.

The scar I'm going to have is going to be around 1.5 inches. I'm getting the stitches out this Thursday. I can't wait until I feel comfortable to sleep in my own bed (instead of in a chair in the living room).... I don't feel like explaining it. I can't wait until I feel comfortable going out in public... it's so boring here and not wanting to me seen. We (as in my family) might possibly go see Dark Water on the weekend (we went to a movie, and the trailer came on, and immediantly I was like "I have to see that movie").

*yawn* Oh, I wrote a story a while ago... it was never finished, I just gave up on it, and recently I started re-writing it. And guess what? I like it a lot, I've been writing like mad. I have 31 front and back pages written in pen so far, but lately I've been struggling with it a bit. The bad news about that is... I still don't have a name for it. Can you believe that? And by "re-writing" it, it's really complex to say... instead of having it in 3rd person, it's now in 1st. Instead of having the main character be "popular" by her looks, she's an outcast because of her looks. But it's still the same personalities and such, and I modified the storyline to go along with the main character being an outcast. In my original version, I had this "star" that was crystal with 4 points, and it would glow at certain times that the character later figures out... I don't need the star and it was too hard to write about. My old version was very cheesy... VERY, so I just had to fix it. Yes, the old version was BAD, but I still like the concept and a certain part in the story that I just wanted to recreate.

One last thing... Chevelle ROCKS!!! They are completely underrated. I love listening to their music, it has a special... heavy (bass-like) sound. I was surprised when I heard they were going to be at Ozzfest... told you they are good. Chevelle calmed my nerves before I got my surgery thing. And I believe all three members are brothers... considering all of their last names are Chevelle... hence the name of their band. I'll try to get The Clincher on here since I love that song (duh).

I just got back home from being under the knife. Sooo, I'm gonna tell you the story.


We (me, Mom, and Dad) went to the doctor's to get the... thing off of my forehead (believe me, the thing is annoying as hell), I'll just say I was really really nervous, and I brought along my CD player as we waited. 30 minutes later, we were (or rather I was) called in, and there was this nice nurse there who was talking to us as she prepared everything. She had an accent that I can't put a finger on, but it was like English was her second language. Much later, I decided to be given something that would relax me and would also make me tired at the same time, so this guy gave me a pill that I had to desolve on my tongue. I'll just say it was incredibly bitter tasting, so I got the guy to get me some water (which, by the way, didn't help with the taste). It wasn't at all long before I started feeling less nervous and I wasn't shaking anymore (the nurse lady asked me earlier if I was cold) from anxiety. The same guy then injected some numbing stuff with a nettle that really hurt, and after the few minutes of his injecting, he said that he was done and that it should be numb. A bit later, Dr. Lee (short Asian guy... somewhat famous.... my mom saw him on TV once) came in, and he and his assistant (the nurse lady from earlier) started putting cloths over my eyes and hair and such... then they went to work. I was surprised that I honestly didn't feel A THING, except for the bit of pressure and pulling (pressure was from it to stop bleeding and his pressing down on my face (I have to tell you, he isn't the most gentlist doctor I've ever meet), and the pulling was with the stitches). I got really relaxed and somewhat tired as they did it. Before I knew it they were done (not really before I knew it... it just was quicker than I thought it would be. It took longer to set up than the actual thing, and most of the surgery was taken doing the stitches.

I had students staring at Dr. Lee's handiwork... I hate those students... I hope that after I get my stitches out, I never have to go to OHSU ever AGAIN. I got bandages and such wrapped around my head (yes, I currently have a "headband" on), and then as I got out of my seat, I realized that my vision was all wacko on me, and as my feet touched the floor, I nearly fell down... I was drunk, or "high" as the nurse said. I put my hair down, because I know I looked extremely weird, but with my hair down, I would look LESS weird. My parents had to drag me along because my legs couldn't support my weight, and I was also laughing really hard for no reason at all. That was why people kept staring at me: I looked like a hippie (and still do), I was using my parents to support my weight, and I was laughing. On the way home, I was still acting weird. I was talking alot and extremely tired. When I was talking, I knew what I was going to say, but it just wouldn't come out my mouth. I also had a few moments where I was talking really weird and I couldn't talk any other way... my words were slurred kinda, yet I was talking really slow.

My right eye was kinda numb (possibly from when the guy accidently squirted a bit of the numbing thing), but now it's not. What's bothering me now is that I have to have this headband on for 24 hours, and it's really itchy. And a few minutes ago, I discovered that the top of my head (on the right side) is numb, and I'm starting to feel pain again... and once in a while it feels like a nettle is poking the spot...


I'm gonna go lie down now and possibly sleep... I'm really tired now. I'm no longer drunk, and my parents say that if I keep hydrated I won't get a hangover. ^_^ see ya later, peoples!!

I was just handed my classes for next year, and I just wanted to share it with you all!! EDIT: Teachers


Semester 1
1: World Geography
2: P.E. -~Watts
3: Computer Applications 1
4: Advanced Freshman English (YES!!) -~Lewallen
5: Concept Chemistry -~Stanton
6: Integrated Algebra 2 -~Ignoffo (wtf?)

Semester 2
1: Integrated Algebra 2 (snore) -~Winton
2: Family Health -~Samojedny (...)
3: P.E. (wow, I'm gonna hate this semester) -~Boothby (...wtf?)
4: Advanced Freshman English -~Lewallen
5: Computer Applications 2
6: Concept Chemistry (yay, get blown up during last period!!!) -~Stanton


First semester looks fun. I'm gonna hate World Geography AND PE in the morning, then boring old math at the end of the day. Second Semester looks like torture during 1st half of the day, then fun last half (at least its not the other way around). I do like World Geography, because it's always nice to learn about places that you DON'T see everyday. We don't have to do American History, right?? I did Computer Apps for an easy A and a low stress class. Chemistry for fun instead of physics, and I'm NOT doing biology... I hope. Advanced English I was hoping to get out of all the things I went for... I don't want to be stuck in a class full of closed-minded jerks when I want to make quality writing, since I want to be an author like Amelia Atwater-Rhodes someday. I wish I had her as a sibling instead of Matt... she's only a year younger than him!!

I.... (uh... what's that one word? OH) apologize in advance for scaring you guys cuz of my weirdness.


Look at the time... that's IMPOSSIBLE for me to be posting at this hour!!



Yea... I was up ALLLLLLLL night. Couldn't fall asleep because of my headache. Took Excedrin around 3am... and, guess what?! I WAS VISITED BY THE CAFFEINE FAIRY!!!!!!!!!! I came up with that myself ^_^.... based on the blinkie that says "the screw-up fairy has visited you again", at least. Then of course, with the already caffeine loaded Excedrin, I sipped some Coke now and then....

I came up with the "visited by the caffeine fairy" "blessed by the caffeine fairy" and "visited by the sugar fairy" thing as I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone AGAIN. I'm on the Diagon Alley chapter. I gave up on that book after almost dying of laughter of my made up quotes (^^^up there^^^), and picked up Hawksong, which I was currently.... 1/4 of the way through of re-reading it. I read THE REST of that book, for the rest of the night unto before I started writing this cuz I'm deadly bored and hyper out of my mind. OK, soooooooooo, I'm reading the wonderful book that is Hawksong.... one moment I'm sad, next I'm laughing my ass off because I think of the quote whenever I took of sip from the can of Coke, next moment I'm crying, next moment I'm staring at the kitties, next I'm blinded by the light in my living room, then I'm hyper, then I'm hyper AND crying, then of course... crying and suffocating from laughter while staring at the cats and being blinded by the light and being hyper in an odd way ^_^


My mom's betting I'll drop dead around 9.... not sure about that =/ . My first offer was around 8.... now I think I'll go to AT LEAST 10.... or 11.... not sure.

Matt's asleep... hope he has work today..... I'VE ALREADY HAD TO DEAL WITH HIM FOR TWO DAYS!!!!!!

My dad is most likely asleep, probably has to be at work around 9.


Wow, this got TONS of my hyperness out.... YAAAAAAAAYYYY!!! Now I'm just awake with..... (forgot word).... uh, nonhyperness.... -_~;;; (<=== that supposed to be weird/confused look)



P.S. Brittni, I cried more the second time through Hawksong, than through the FIRST time..... sad, right?

P.P.S. I just got a SWEET new stereo (old one cheap & broke), it's from Goodwill, meaning it was CHEAP-O (less than $25 all together), and I had to do some renevations (sp?), aka: getting the KSWISS sticker off (past owner= IDIOT!!!! put it in bad spot.... took a good half hour getting it and all the stickyness off), uh.... getting rid of the BAD speaker and replacing it with one of our old ones..., getting used to the ANNOYING and LOUD noises it makes when it changes CDs (5 disk changer)..... It was made in 2002, and it is truly a hunk-o-junk, but hey, it works!! That's all that matters. In fact it weighs about as much as one copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix hardback, maybe less even.