DUHHHH DUNDUNDUNDUN DUHHHH
Seeing as over a month has passed since my last update (and it wasn’t even a good one, at that,) I figured now would be a good time to post again. I should be researching for my psychology assignment on human universals, but Google is being defiant so I decided to ramble instead.
Christmas was different. I went to Guatemala for the holiday break and did much shopping. Papi got sick, then he got some sort of foot disease-thing. Me, being the good little bookworm daughter, informed him that his symptoms reminded me very much of what I’d read about a couple of days prior.
ME: It could be cellulitis, in which case you’ll be fine with some antibiotics.
PAPI: Oh, that’s good to hear.
ME: It could also be necrotizing fasciitis, which has symptoms identical to cellulitis until you go into shock in which case your unsalvageable, anyway, and at this rate you’re doomed unless you get your foot amputated, like, right away. *wibbles*
PAPI: …
Fortunately, it was cellulitis. Then I got sick, and was puking up a fit for a couple of days. I had a temperature of 40 degrees Celsius. Yuck.
ME: I want to DIE. *heaves*
So Christmas Eve (before I got sick) was amazing, like the Fourth of July times ten across the whole city. Fireworks everywhere, man.
ME: Ooh! Aah! Are those legal in California? I want one.
PAPI: Things can be pretty exciting with an entire nation of pyromaniacs.
ME: It’s a whole country of Uncle Alans! *must inform uncle next time she sees him*
Then I came back home and spent New Year’s Eve with Brandon. I learned how to play Yahtzee, too, and there was much adding and snuggling and it was, overall, my best New Year’s ever.
Papi’s been letting me hang out with people more, too, which is a very good thing. I feel like a social creature. This is good. Brandon and I had our three-month anniversary thingy last weekend. We saw the Phantom of the Opera (DUHHHH DUNDUNDUNDUN DUHHHH) and had a reeeally good dinner. Brandon made it, sort of, with his dad taking over every now and again and me standing all useless-like in the kitchen, trying not to get in the way. I helped with dessert, though, which was soooo good. If mouths could orgasm, then mine did. A lot. SO tasty.
VALERIE IS BACK IN BAND! YES YES YES YES YES!! Am so happy I may wet myself. So happy!
I need to get a job… badly.
Cold Stone is Teh Kewlness. I lurve it lots. And from now on I will try to make shorter, more frequent updates. Happy Monday, everybody!
x <3 o
Christmas was different. I went to Guatemala for the holiday break and did much shopping. Papi got sick, then he got some sort of foot disease-thing. Me, being the good little bookworm daughter, informed him that his symptoms reminded me very much of what I’d read about a couple of days prior.
ME: It could be cellulitis, in which case you’ll be fine with some antibiotics.
PAPI: Oh, that’s good to hear.
ME: It could also be necrotizing fasciitis, which has symptoms identical to cellulitis until you go into shock in which case your unsalvageable, anyway, and at this rate you’re doomed unless you get your foot amputated, like, right away. *wibbles*
PAPI: …
Fortunately, it was cellulitis. Then I got sick, and was puking up a fit for a couple of days. I had a temperature of 40 degrees Celsius. Yuck.
ME: I want to DIE. *heaves*
So Christmas Eve (before I got sick) was amazing, like the Fourth of July times ten across the whole city. Fireworks everywhere, man.
ME: Ooh! Aah! Are those legal in California? I want one.
PAPI: Things can be pretty exciting with an entire nation of pyromaniacs.
ME: It’s a whole country of Uncle Alans! *must inform uncle next time she sees him*
Then I came back home and spent New Year’s Eve with Brandon. I learned how to play Yahtzee, too, and there was much adding and snuggling and it was, overall, my best New Year’s ever.
Papi’s been letting me hang out with people more, too, which is a very good thing. I feel like a social creature. This is good. Brandon and I had our three-month anniversary thingy last weekend. We saw the Phantom of the Opera (DUHHHH DUNDUNDUNDUN DUHHHH) and had a reeeally good dinner. Brandon made it, sort of, with his dad taking over every now and again and me standing all useless-like in the kitchen, trying not to get in the way. I helped with dessert, though, which was soooo good. If mouths could orgasm, then mine did. A lot. SO tasty.
VALERIE IS BACK IN BAND! YES YES YES YES YES!! Am so happy I may wet myself. So happy!
I need to get a job… badly.
Cold Stone is Teh Kewlness. I lurve it lots. And from now on I will try to make shorter, more frequent updates. Happy Monday, everybody!
x <3 o