ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space
So it's been awhile since I wrote in this thing. I wonder what percentage of LJ entries start off with that sentence? 40%? 50? At least.
Life is just trucking along lately. School, the subsequent homework from school, my internship, and my two nights a week part-time data entry gig occupy most of my time. The rest of that time has, of late, been spent watching a lot of recorded tv.
Both Lost season 1 (thnx Netflix!) and Friday Night Lights season 2 (thanks comcast DVR!) have been keeping my interest of late. FNL, in particular, I started watching after about six of them had been sitting there on my DVR and I had nothing to do last night. I started at around 11 and ended up staying up until 2 so I could finish the damn story arc. Luckily, daylight savings ensured that I only stayed up until one. So thanks, farmers.
Funny thing during the FNL though. There's a character on the show who in season one was crippled. He's a paraplegic. So he goes to Mexico because he is planning on getting an experimental stem cell surgery that will allow him to walk again. He has basically defined himself by his handicap.
I bring it up because it got me thinking about my life, and how the course of my life has, most likely, been radically altered by various physical ailments. I was born with hydrocephalus and a minor heart problem, which slowed my physical development, and ensured that contact sports were pretty much off limits for fear I'd take a crazy blow to the head, and from there it sort of snowballs into the general awkwardness of realizing at a very young age that you're not the same as all the other kids, which, when you're 8, is like the last thing in the world you want to hear.
I still remember one of my brothers bringing me to our christmas pageant when I was 10 or 11, right after I had missed a week because of a recent brain surgery. I had a big white bandage on the top of my head. Everyone was really nice and all that, but I just remember feeling so much like I didn't want to be there, because up until that point no one really knew what was going on with my condition. My shunt has always been visible, but because it looks like a big vein in my neck kids would always just sort of ask what it was and I could skirt around the answer.
Sometimes I think even now people believe I'm particularly high strung or stressed out because it looks like I have a vein bulging out of my neck. Which is pretty hilarious, but has also caused me to try to try to remain extra calm so that it *doesn't* seem like i'm two seconds from totally losing it.
That's not to say I'm unhappy or anything, just that sometimes you wonder what would happen if your life were a shade different. Maybe I'd be a speedy, crafty college baseball player right now. Or maybe i'd be exactly the same, just less self-conscious. Who knows, right.
Oh livejournal!
Life is just trucking along lately. School, the subsequent homework from school, my internship, and my two nights a week part-time data entry gig occupy most of my time. The rest of that time has, of late, been spent watching a lot of recorded tv.
Both Lost season 1 (thnx Netflix!) and Friday Night Lights season 2 (thanks comcast DVR!) have been keeping my interest of late. FNL, in particular, I started watching after about six of them had been sitting there on my DVR and I had nothing to do last night. I started at around 11 and ended up staying up until 2 so I could finish the damn story arc. Luckily, daylight savings ensured that I only stayed up until one. So thanks, farmers.
Funny thing during the FNL though. There's a character on the show who in season one was crippled. He's a paraplegic. So he goes to Mexico because he is planning on getting an experimental stem cell surgery that will allow him to walk again. He has basically defined himself by his handicap.
I bring it up because it got me thinking about my life, and how the course of my life has, most likely, been radically altered by various physical ailments. I was born with hydrocephalus and a minor heart problem, which slowed my physical development, and ensured that contact sports were pretty much off limits for fear I'd take a crazy blow to the head, and from there it sort of snowballs into the general awkwardness of realizing at a very young age that you're not the same as all the other kids, which, when you're 8, is like the last thing in the world you want to hear.
I still remember one of my brothers bringing me to our christmas pageant when I was 10 or 11, right after I had missed a week because of a recent brain surgery. I had a big white bandage on the top of my head. Everyone was really nice and all that, but I just remember feeling so much like I didn't want to be there, because up until that point no one really knew what was going on with my condition. My shunt has always been visible, but because it looks like a big vein in my neck kids would always just sort of ask what it was and I could skirt around the answer.
Sometimes I think even now people believe I'm particularly high strung or stressed out because it looks like I have a vein bulging out of my neck. Which is pretty hilarious, but has also caused me to try to try to remain extra calm so that it *doesn't* seem like i'm two seconds from totally losing it.
That's not to say I'm unhappy or anything, just that sometimes you wonder what would happen if your life were a shade different. Maybe I'd be a speedy, crafty college baseball player right now. Or maybe i'd be exactly the same, just less self-conscious. Who knows, right.
Oh livejournal!