Spent all last night at the hospital with Marek. He got *really* sick. We gave him motrin and such, and his fever went down, but his little butt was still leaking every 10 minutes. So, we go to the hospital, and he is being SO GOOD! He smiled for the "camera" at the x-ray lab, and he even talked about choo choo trains while they were drawing blood ( Read more... )

So much for me saying, "fuck my immune system," or some such, because I happen to be nasty sick. I'm supposing it took my comments personally. Stupid cough ( Read more... )

Failed Psychology. Failed Anatomy and Physiology. Passed Interpersonal Communication with an A. Passed Sociology with an A ( Read more... )

A few diableries away from antideluvian. COME TO JILDO.

Before I had recognizable love for anything, I had love for art. I should rightly say THE arts. In my formative years, I used to *love* my music and art history classes. I'd sit, enthralled, listening to a crappy audio recording of Franz Schubert's "The Elf King." I rarely meet a person who has even the slightest notion of who Franz Schubert was ( Read more... )

I am perhaps the most irritated I have been, in an exceptionally long time ( Read more... )

Okay, so I definitely had a Happy Birthday. One of the best, actually. Brockula was up, and he brought Bob, a really cool individual ( Read more... )

I realize the irony of my having not posted for several days - and now I simply won't stop updating, but I am in an awkward mood, and I feel the need to type. Sometimes I cover the monitor and just type until I cannot anymore ( Read more... )

4 days away. I will finally not be a teenager anymore. I'm excited ( Read more... )

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