she'll make you into soap

Now I didn't have any macaroni today, but I'm in the middle of eating some ramen noodles. I'm so excited that I can start eating real food again. Not eating for a week made me hungry for EVERYTHING, even stuff I don't really like, such as tree bark. Mmmhmm. But that has ended. The only downside is that I have to chew each tiny bite at least 12 thousand times, and it may get caught in my throat which leads to coughing that hurts a lot more than a little.

..got smushed by a jet engine

I'm feeling better today. My throat hasn't been killing me TOO much.

A little before 1:00 (I think) Roman came over. She visited me during 5th hour yesterday too. Today we sat, talked, watched a movie, then I had to sit and watch her eat a quesa-la-dilla while all I can eat is apple sauce, jell-o, ice cream (yes I can eat ice cream now) and popsicles. She left 3 or 4 hours later I think.

Tomorrow marks a week after I had my tonsils taken out. That means I should be able to eat soft food. FOOD! I CAN EAT FOOD! I'm looking forward to a box or two of macaroni with my name on it.

Not too long after Roman left, Ally called saying that she'd be here around 4/4:30. She drove. Ally can drive now, that seems so weird. She picked up Anna too, even though she only lives 3 steps away. We also sat, talked and watched a movie. We ate jell-o too. Anna brought me jell-o and whipped cream, and Ally brought me a card and a picture of me that she drew on on paint to make me look like a pirate. Lovely.

I love visitors, even though I talked so much I don't think it was good for my throat. The past few days I haven't really talked at all.

Know what else I love? New friends/old strangers. Hmmm... talked to a few of them today.

ouch

GUESS WHAT!

I have no tonsils. I have no adenoids either. I didn't really know what adenoids were, but it hurts to have them removed.

do me.

Ask me where I'll be this time tomorrow. Do it. Ask.....
EASY! I will be in my basement on the couch in extreme pain. But I'll be on codeine, so I'll be fine.

I have to go the hospital at 9 a.m. My tonsils will be ripped out of my throat sometime before noon, but I don't know exactly when. I'm last in line because I'm old. Then I will have to stay for 2-4 hours to 'stabilize' afterwards.

I can't eat/drink after midnight tonight. After tomorrow I can't eat solid foods for a week. Holy H! That's a whole lot of not eating. So what did I just have as my meal to tide me over? Why, KFC, o'course.

I'm not supposed to wear jewelry tomorrow. At first I though, psh, why would I anyway? But then I remembered that I've had this "lucky necklace" tied around my neck since the beginning of this year (a.k.a. January). So does that worry me? Yeah, a little. I can be really superstitious sometimes.

And I s'pose I should go rent some movies and stuff, so I have something to do while I'm home and stuff. I can't think of anything good though. Maybe I'll just review my Disney movie collection. That oughtta be fun, eh?


Well.. tah :)

buffalo bill

I have to take this medicine for the next two weeks. It tastes like death and dying. It smells just as bad. The worst part is that I have to take it three times a day. The first time I took it today I stared at it for one whole hour just trying to get myself to drink it. When I finally did I thought I was going to be sick. Now I have to take it again. I've been sitting here with it for the past 30 minutes and I can't bring it to my lips. It's just horrible, and that's the only word to describe it.
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Okay. I just did it. I plugged my nose so I wouldn't taste as much. After I swallowed, I felt like I just licked a corpse. The smell and taste will haunt me for the rest of my life. Seriously. It's that bad.

alieeeeeeeve

today was the lovely ally's birthday. it was also early release (which means longer lunch) and it was valentine's day too. so for lunch, ally roman and i rolled to "da OFB" (old fashioned bakery, heh heh) and we bought a birthday cake for ally, which was really a Happy Valentine's Day cake. we got six forks for the three of us, which means double-handed cake-shoveling. we ate the whole thing sitting in the school parking lot. afterwards we all felt sick. we are fly.

so today was the second ever cake day, and it was raining again. and we screamed the words to the songs we were listening to, again. mmhmmm..


ally blows kisses to invisible friends in her garage.. and that's cool

no two clowns are alike

hmmmyeah. let me tell you a little story about me doing something stupid. it all started at ally's house, when i decided i should take my contacts out or else my eyes would start itching and dry up and fall out of my head. yes. but then i realized that i didn't have my case with me, and i had absolutely nowhere to put my contacts. found a film canister in my bag, did some macgyver like thinking and separated the two contacts with a folded up page from a magazine. drew an "R" on the right side and an "L" on the left side. there. good. the next day i was home and i remembered my contacts and that i should put them in their case so i could put the film back in its thingy. well i opened up the canister and the contacts were stuck to the bottom. so i flipped it over and shook it and BAM! the left one rolls straight down the drain. goo. so now i'm back to wearing glasses until i get a replacement.

but anyway

..

pretty enough for you

Last night I helped Ally babysit her 3 cousins and their 2 cousins.. all little boys. They were crazy, and wild, and everything in between. But it was funny, especially when we had them battle it out in Octopus Fishing for the title of the "Texas Roadhouse Ranger." Whoa man. Kids these days.. I tell ya.

Then I crashed at Ally's house. We got home from babysitting around..I'm not sure when, and then we spent two hours having what we call a "supa-fly" photo shoot. In other words, we took bazillions of pictures. Crazy poses and stuff. I think I have about 55 pictures, and Ally has about that many on her camera. Some of them turned out pretty sweet, but I think you'd have to see all of 'em to get the full effect.

I talked to Roman on the phone tonight and I guess she has a job now, out of nowhere. It's crazy, everyone's getting jobs and getting licenses. I feel like the only kid left.

it's tomorrow already

This kid in newspaper, Blair, asked me to get some quotes for him for his article. I had to ask people what their guilty pleasures were. Pretty much everyone got the wrong idea and thought I was asking for something dirty. Well I guess it didn't help that I asked in a breathy voice while groping them. Wait! No, no, I wasn't really groping. But everyone thought I was trying to seduce them or something, when I was looking for answers like "I dance to Hanson in my underwear!" which is what Jaryd said.

When people asked me what mine was I would either say a) "Sometimes when I'm alone I listen to techno and get really into it" or b) "I like to drip hot wax all over my lover's body." The first one's true. The second one? I've never had a lover, so no. And I don't think I'd like to drip wax on them if I did. I'd cover them in pudding instead. What? No I wouldn't.

boop

Last night I did end up dying my hair. Pretty much the same color as before, only not faded, and not rooty. Maybe a little darker or something. Oh, and I cut it too. Just a bit. When I was done, my bathroom was a mess. You could've guessed that.

Mmmmyes...



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happy birthday to Matt, who can fit in the supersecret storage compartment of a couch :)

"you could put some ranch on that"

I stayed up until 3:30 this morning. I don't even know what I was doing. But I just wasn't tired. Ben was on around three. I guess he couldn't sleep either. He told me that he and his friend were talking about me. He said his friend had met me before but doesn't live in Janesville. I honestly can't remember if she did, and I'm usually pretty good with remembering people, so it's been driving me crazy this whole time.

Little sleep makes me wide awake, I think.

In photography we got our first assignment, to take 24 pictures at Rotary Gardens. Wa-hoo! Seriously. I'm excited. But it's due March 1st, so I figure I should do it soon-- like this weekend --since I'll be out for a while after next Friday.

Wasn't feeling the Advisory vibe today, so I "extended" my lunch. I drank hot chocolate and ate candy while looking at a Wisconsin state map with Matt. Yippee! I didn't think I'd get the call home, but I did, so I made up this half-mumbled lie to my mom about this kid getting hit by a car, and it was "CHAOS! Just CHAOS!" (I was half-asleep when I talked to her). Oh but the kid really did get hit by a car. No joke.

I really want to fix my hair tonight. I've got some mad rootage. My moth said she'd take me to go buy some hurr dye after dinner, but I'm guessing that when I ask she'll say "Oh, I forgot.. It's too late now." Bah.


Well I'm gonna go eat.

don't let us die before the springtime

lonely tree in the snowy park by my house.

The snow is melting. I hate to see it go, but I know most people prefer warmth and all that. Not me. My beef with summer/spring is this: I tend to be a rather mellow person, and you have to agree that fall and winter weather make you want to sleep most of the time, or just 'chill'. Well when it's sunny, I feel like I'm lazy for not wanting to do anything, because it's so warm and nice outside. The sun is yelling "DO SOMETHING!" and, ya know, I just can't let the weather hassle me like that. I love me some winter.


Well it's been a sort of forgettable weekend. On Friday, report cards came out. Needless to say I was not allowed to leave the house that night. I missed out on all-you-can-eat chicken with Toobey and A.Bomb. Oh well, maybe another time. Yesterday I went to Madison for the Badger hockey game with Roman and her pappy, and some guy. Badgers lost the game by two. Afterwards Roman and I ditched the old men to go get pizza with my brother and his friend John.

Now I'm hoping this so-called Mac Battle happens soon. Wayne and I have been talking about having a macaroni eating contest for almost a month now. I've developed this strategy, and he's going so far down..



it's insane.

i am the watch you always wear

I've been sitting here with this page open for almost half an hour, just thinking of things I could type. It hit me that I never mentioned going to the doctor last Thursday. My appointment wasn't until the end of February, but my throat was hurting me so badly that I went to see if he would say anything different.

I hate the doctor's office, and I really didn't want to go but am glad I did, because he finally said that yes, I need my tonsils out. My surgery's scheduled for the afternoon of the 18th. Part of me is excited that I may finally feel healthy again. Part of me is nervous to the point where I can't even think about it. I know that a tonsillectomy is no huge procedure, but anyone who knows me knows that I don't deal well with this kind of thing.

Going to the doctor's office, and even health and science classes are all things that have made me faint or at least get extremely lightheaded more than once in my life. Hell, I can't even handle going to the dentist. Getting my teeth cleaned gets me woozy. I'm a wuss, and I don't know why. It's not like I'm one of those people who gets queasy at the sight of blood, or anything like that. My dad's a doctor, so I've seen him watching videos of surgeries since I was too little too remember. They're not pretty things, but they never got to me. Now I am a full-blown wuss.

Subconciously, I think of all the things that could go wrong.

So last Thursday when I was sitting in Dr. E's office and he was giving me a 'run-through' of the procdedure, I was surprised that I was feeling fine. And I thought I was home-free until he mentioned that 'post-operative bleeding' wasn't uncommon with older patients (tonsillectomies are usually for like.. what? 5-year olds?). He said that if my throat started bleeding a few days afterwards, I might have to come back to the hospital to get those spots cauterized. And then BAM! I started to feel sick. I was dizzy, pale, and I was doing everything to block the doctor's voice out of my head. In the end I had to lean back in a chair, while Dr E and my mom made small talk until I was back to normal.

So, I'm not necessarily looking forward to this. I can't imagine how worried I'll be right beforehand. And it's not like I want to be. It's not like I want to fear little things like this, but I really can't help it.


But, anyway, getting away from my stupid fears:
This all goes down on the 18th, sometime in the afternoon. Then I'll be sleeping pretty much nonstop for a week. I'll be eating nothing but popsicles, ice cream and juice. And I don't have to go back to school until the 28th.

I'm supposed to avoid strenuous activity for 3 weeks afterwards. That's fine, because I'm lazy.

But once I'm all better, I won't be able to use the "I'm sick" excuse for everything anymore. I'll have to pull myself together so to speak.

Now I'm not going to say I hate what I've become, but I don't like it. I'm not happy with how I've done in school this year. I don't like that I sleep my life away, except for at night when I just lie awake in bed. It makes me sad when I think of the friendships I've ruined, or just neglected. I just don't like the way I act sometimes. And when I start feeling better I'll no longer be able to blame this all on my being sick.

I'm trying to make some necessary changes, and when I'm 100% healthy I won't have a single excuse not to.

mmm

Sometimes, I'm so lame.. and such a little kid it's painful. Well not painful, but. but. but.

But look at him. He's so pretty.