Ow... I got stung by a wasp. Yet again... That would be number... Once while fishing, uh... once in the thigh, once again in my hand. I think another time, but I can't think of the scenario... Then once by a bee. No anaphylaxis thank God, but... My freaking middle finger is swollen. I can't freaking hold my highlighter, the pain is radiating down my arm, my wrist hurts. Actually, I think I am having systemic symptoms, just nothing severe.
Saturday, little
durlxnemesis went off to college. Aw... Buffalo.
Oh yeah, welcome
takyttik82 to the world of LJ!
Queens came. Mall. Michaels. Bought more t-shirt stuff. Currently wearing my... I heart Zach Hanna shirt. Only dislike is... The I is practically in my arm pit! Actually I made it on sat night, but didn't finish it till today... I got iron on letters and I got this spray on color thing with stencils for the heart. OMG! That sucked! Freaking bleed! I ended up washing the heart out in the hopes it would... It did, thank God! So... I have no more dark shirt transfers. End up going to 2 staples to find the freaking things. Made it, wore it. Currently covered in cat hair. Lol. But loves it... For I love Zach Hanna... I have the urge to make a boob shot and send it to him. Lol.
Sunday...
Party at Jillian’s was cancelled. It was raining all day anyway. I take a nap after church. Dad comes in... Lets go! Where!?! APPNY picnic. Ugh... Tell me these things. Anyway, Mom and Aunt Pitat go ahead and Dad waits till I shower. Before going to the party... Well we drove there, then decided on going to Staples. No iron on shirt things... Party. Eat. People coming up to me asking me where I am. One person... Well 2. Their son transferred from Guad to Ross, starting in Miami in Sept. Studying for step 1, etc, etc. Just ate and off to the other Staples.
Mom came home, with food. I started unpacking it. Freaking wasp in the bag. Ow...
Couldn't study for a bit cause of the pain / couldn't use my right hand really. Feels better with ice, but Mom told me to just pop on Vicks. Freaking hurts!!!
In other news... I was in the bookstore. Saw a book on The Black Dahlia, like the actual case, not the James Ellroy novel. The whole pseudohermaphrodite thing was rumor. Aw... Why did they say that??? I don't know... She frequented lesbian bars and they added the whole infantile genitalia for sensationalism.
We went to that picnic right. I think the guy is a pediatrician. I guess private practice. I always hear people saying they're gonna make half a mil. Mom doesn't make that much... I always thought I'd be content making what she makes... I mean... Mom works for the state, no private practice. Then... We live where we live. I wouldn't say we're rich, certainly not poor. Comfortable. But then... These people live in our neighborhood. Freaking manufactured lawn, pool. House probably the same size, smaller plot, just... They seemed richer. But then is it... My parents are too busy to maintain the house / yard. Then... Is it we just don't care about appearing rich? We don't buy certain things to flaunt? But at the same time, Mom's always borrowing my money... I don't know...
P.s. New
xanga layout.