Ouch

the surgery went well. he said the nerve was irritated, and it needed to be moved. i might have to miss more classes than i thought, because the only time i'm not in pain is when i'm zonked out on percocet.

just wanted everyone to know that everything went well, and as rachel would say, "yay! you're not dead!"

haha

Wish Me Luck!

I have surgery tomorrow (Monday), on my elbow, AGAIN. So everyone wish me luck!

I'll get back on sometime later in the week to let everyone know how it went.

me

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Everything East of the San Andreas Fault will eventually plunge into the Atlantic Ocean.

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Sorry. That just made me happy, and i thought i ought to share. Haha. It was on my Murphy's Law poster, and it cracks me up, it's so random.

Murphy's law kind of fits my mood right now--whatever can go wrong, will--because exactly one week from this moment, I'm going to recuperating from what the call "major" surgery. I don't call it that, because it's outpatient, and I'm sorry, but anything that they can do in the hospital and then send you home four hours later can't be that "major."

I'm not that worried about it, really, I just hope it fucking works this time. It just makes me nervous, going under anesthesia...dunno, not being awake, a bunch of people around me..it just makes me nervous. Waking up from it always sucks too, because there for a second you're thinking, "Wow, this is the worst pain of my life, and by the way, where in the FUCK am I?" But then they give you the good drugs and all the pain fades away.

So i don't know. I guess i'm feeling verbose tonight because i can't sleep (huge surprise) and I REALLY don't want to get this surgery. It's going to interrupt with my classes, and I have a hard time imagining how i'm going to sign left-handed for two weeks. Rachel's right, i'm sure people do it all the time, but it's hard! haha. I just don't want to learn a new way to do something i already know how to do.

I don't think that made any sense for those of you who don't speak Cathy out there, but the rest of you survived it intact, i'm sure.

My room is starting to look like someone actually lives here now, which is nice. Rachel said that it looked at first like a hooker's hotel room, which (while being inaccurate) was almost true. It was just barren, and it really did look like someone's hotel room, hooker or no. So I bought some posters today at the Baker poster sale and now my room looks slightly more alive, and i really like it. Rachel even let me put up a picture of me she took last year. It's actually just of my hands, playing the piano, but it's a really cool pic. It looks good above my bed. I really wanna decorate some of the halls and stuff with some of Rachel's pics, because they really are that good, or at least some of them are (or most). So I think I'm going to buy her some nice printing paper and a fucking magenta 8 cartridge (hers is on the fritz at the moment) and I'd like to decorate some on Wednesday when I only have one class.

Wow. That was quite a run-on sentence. Camus would be proud.

Speaking of Camus, i read 50 pages this evening for homework that's due tomorrow, and I actually finished it. yay! haha. I know, i know...wait, you want recognition for doing what someone asked you to do? Well, yes, actually. That's exactly what i'd like. 50 pages in french is a lot, and on the first day of classes, it's more than a lot. It's downright inconvenient. So yeah. Actually did it.

Okay, I'm running out of steam here, which is probably the reason the last couple of paragraphs are full of misspelled gibberish.

I'll try to sleep some,

hope idem!

me

0323 (3:23am)...way too early

We're in the apartment, we're all moved in (and only mostly unpacked), and I love it. That's pretty much all I've got to say tonight other than: "I hate being an insomniac." But i guess that doesn't come as a shock to most of you. haha.

I'll talk to y'all later.

me

Excerpt

I was editing just now, and I thought that maybe some of you would like to read an excerpt of my newest book, "Shades of Grey." I've been talking about it on here, and I thought some of you might want to get a taste of what I've been talking about.

Also, I've been royally bitching about editing, mostly editing the tenses. The book was originally written in past tense, but since I've started really going back and fixing it, I realized it's so much more personable in present tense. So now I'm going back and painstakingly changing everything into present tense.

The excerpt I'm giving you is still in the original past tense, so you'll see what I'm going through, changing it to the present.

Enjoy!

I pulled myself out of my thoughts and back up onto the window. I took three more quick shots, my shot-group surprisingly tight despite the fact that I couldn’t brace my weapon.

Three more men went down. Their friends yelled in rage and the onslaught of bullets started once more. The throb in my left hand was almost unbearable. I was bleeding more than I’d first thought—there was a puddle of blood on the carpet beneath me. I grabbed the pillow off the bed and ripped the pillowcase away. I tore a strip off the end and wrapped it around my hand.

I pushed myself up again and fired two shots out the window.

The first shot hit home; the man went down with a scream of pain. In the millisecond between the first and the second shots, something sliced through my right ear.

Flames ate through my earlobe and I felt warm blood running down the side of my neck. I pulled the trigger again and the shot went wild.

I hunched against the wall and flinched when I touched the space where my earlobe used to be. Time to get out of here, I thought. I’m Vincent-fucking-Van Gogh already; I don’t want to lose anymore body parts.

I leaned out the window once more and wasted the last two in the magazine. They both went wild, the throbbing in my head and hand distracting me.

I reloaded the magazine on the way to the bathroom. Bullets were still hitting the front of the building, shattering the tiny amount of glass that hadn’t already been shattered.

As I crawled out the bathroom window, I heard a new voice screaming in pain and a half-smile lit my face. Maybe my last shots hadn’t gone as wild as I’d thought.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Please comment on it...feedback is absolutely necessary in the editing process!

Thanks!

Canal Winchester Blues

I'm really ready to get out of here. I loved Clarskburg, and I loved hanging with Rachel and her family, and I'm really pissed I came home a day early. Haha. I wasn't feeling well, so I guess I'm glad I came home, but I don't wanna be home. If you know what i mean, though i think nothing I'm saying makes much sense.

I guess I just can't wait to move into the apartment. WOOOO

We have so much stuff to move in, and we're looking for all the help we can get, so anyone who's going to be around in Athens on Sept. 5, gimme a call and maybe you can find some big strong men to help us out.

I finished reading this book tonight, called, "Anthem of a Reluctant Prophet," and it was one of those rare books that I really didn't want it to end. That's really rare for me. Usually about three quarters of the way through I know how it's going to end and even if it's a great book, I'm kind of ready to move on to the next. But not so on this one. I actually read it slower so I could make it last longer, haha. It's a young adult book, and it's amazing, and it deals with some very deep stuff in a way that makes it easy to read. Deals with death, life, religion, lust, sex, and, well, mostly death. But it's amazing. The only other book that has recently made me do that--that "hey, it's over already!?"--was John Green's "Looking for Alaska." So yeah, if anyone is looking for an interesting, entertaining read, go for Joanne Proulx's "Anthem of a Reluctant Prophet."

Don't know why I felt like giving you a book review there, but there you go. haha. I suppose I should try to get some sleep now, even though we all know how that usually turns out.

Hope the rest of the world sleeps well!

night!