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What a night.
Got a phone call from dad a little after seven. I guess sis had to be admitted for an emergency surgery. Her appendix was abscessed and they were worried that it was leaking, so they rushed her in to remove it. Poor thing's probably going to have a nasty scar. Knowing her like I do, that's going to be the worst part of the whole ordeal as far as she's concerned. She was in surgery for a little over an hour, and everything went smoothly. Turns out it wasn't leaking like they had feared, and she should be out of the hospital by tomorrow. But calls from home that start off "I just thought you should know... your sister is in the hospital." definitely aren't good for the ticker. Yeesh.
I just realized that I don't do enough of these silly, non-poetic little life updates, so since I'm already on that track, I guess I'll take the opportunity to indulge.
Have I mentioned how much I love it at Belkin? Because, really, I do. Everyone there makes me happy to come in every morning, and I love what I do. Even if my work does mostly consist of the jobs that no one wants to do like coordinating the street team and designing fliers and writing press releases and running all over town. I.Love.IT. If I've learned absolutely nothing else, I've learned that this is what I want to do with the rest of my life, and it is possible to have a job I enjoy in the field I'm pursuing. My last day is going to stand as one of the saddest of my life. I might cry. Not even kidding.
I got my acceptance letter from NKU last week. No more Ferris for me. Yesssssssss. They accepted pretty much all the credits I thought they'd accept, and didn't take all the ones I thought they wouldn't. The only issue so far is their reluctance to accept my CLEP score for English with Composition, meaning that I most likely will have to take freshman 100-level english, when I already have transfer credit for English 251. What a craptastic waste of money and time. Boo.
Saw the guys at The Mug in Piqua last weekend with Rach and Katie. It was interesting. The show was good. I was in a poopy mood and beyond freaking tired. I kept falling asleep standing up in the front row. Not cool. I talked to Joe for a really long time afterward. It was nice. Been a while since I did that. Dan accidentally drummed on his own finger and it turned purple and gross. ew.
Sunday night, Rach and I went to Taste of Chaos at Hara. It was fucking amazing. Rach and I were trying to find a place to sit, when I looked a few rows up and noticed a guy that looked an awful lot like Chad. Of all the people I expected to run into at a show like that, he was fairly low on the list, so I figured it wasn't him. But it was blowing my mind how much he really did look like Chad, so I kept glancing up and trying to figure out whether this was, in fact, Chad. Then I noticed he was sort of giving me the same quizzical look I was giving him. And the he pointed. And then I realized... holy jesus... it actually was Chad. So Rach and I sat next to Chad and watched Underoath and My Chemical Romance and The Used. Underoath was okay... I think I would have liked them better if I could have actually heard their singer. My Chemical Romance was awesome... Gerard kinda makes me want to pee my pants a little in fear, but he's still fun to watch and Frank is beautiful so it's okay. The Used were a-fucking-mazing. Everything I was hoping for and more. Definitely got a little choked up during On My Own. "without it all/I'm choking on nothing/it's clear in my head/I'm screaming for something/knowing nothing is better than knowing it all..." Ahhhhh, Bert.
I have to work the meet and greet at the Ashlee Simpson show at the Taft this week. Should be interesting.
I think I've run out of interesting things to say.
Yep. I have.
Got a phone call from dad a little after seven. I guess sis had to be admitted for an emergency surgery. Her appendix was abscessed and they were worried that it was leaking, so they rushed her in to remove it. Poor thing's probably going to have a nasty scar. Knowing her like I do, that's going to be the worst part of the whole ordeal as far as she's concerned. She was in surgery for a little over an hour, and everything went smoothly. Turns out it wasn't leaking like they had feared, and she should be out of the hospital by tomorrow. But calls from home that start off "I just thought you should know... your sister is in the hospital." definitely aren't good for the ticker. Yeesh.
I just realized that I don't do enough of these silly, non-poetic little life updates, so since I'm already on that track, I guess I'll take the opportunity to indulge.
Have I mentioned how much I love it at Belkin? Because, really, I do. Everyone there makes me happy to come in every morning, and I love what I do. Even if my work does mostly consist of the jobs that no one wants to do like coordinating the street team and designing fliers and writing press releases and running all over town. I.Love.IT. If I've learned absolutely nothing else, I've learned that this is what I want to do with the rest of my life, and it is possible to have a job I enjoy in the field I'm pursuing. My last day is going to stand as one of the saddest of my life. I might cry. Not even kidding.
I got my acceptance letter from NKU last week. No more Ferris for me. Yesssssssss. They accepted pretty much all the credits I thought they'd accept, and didn't take all the ones I thought they wouldn't. The only issue so far is their reluctance to accept my CLEP score for English with Composition, meaning that I most likely will have to take freshman 100-level english, when I already have transfer credit for English 251. What a craptastic waste of money and time. Boo.
Saw the guys at The Mug in Piqua last weekend with Rach and Katie. It was interesting. The show was good. I was in a poopy mood and beyond freaking tired. I kept falling asleep standing up in the front row. Not cool. I talked to Joe for a really long time afterward. It was nice. Been a while since I did that. Dan accidentally drummed on his own finger and it turned purple and gross. ew.
Sunday night, Rach and I went to Taste of Chaos at Hara. It was fucking amazing. Rach and I were trying to find a place to sit, when I looked a few rows up and noticed a guy that looked an awful lot like Chad. Of all the people I expected to run into at a show like that, he was fairly low on the list, so I figured it wasn't him. But it was blowing my mind how much he really did look like Chad, so I kept glancing up and trying to figure out whether this was, in fact, Chad. Then I noticed he was sort of giving me the same quizzical look I was giving him. And the he pointed. And then I realized... holy jesus... it actually was Chad. So Rach and I sat next to Chad and watched Underoath and My Chemical Romance and The Used. Underoath was okay... I think I would have liked them better if I could have actually heard their singer. My Chemical Romance was awesome... Gerard kinda makes me want to pee my pants a little in fear, but he's still fun to watch and Frank is beautiful so it's okay. The Used were a-fucking-mazing. Everything I was hoping for and more. Definitely got a little choked up during On My Own. "without it all/I'm choking on nothing/it's clear in my head/I'm screaming for something/knowing nothing is better than knowing it all..." Ahhhhh, Bert.
I have to work the meet and greet at the Ashlee Simpson show at the Taft this week. Should be interesting.
I think I've run out of interesting things to say.
Yep. I have.