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So yesterday I had an eye doctor appointment to have a large lump in my eye checked out and I somehow end up at the hospital two hours later having surgery. No fun. Not good. Nothing too serious actually, just some sort of blocked gland that got big and icky. Ugh, I am sooo gross I amaze myself. Surgery was kinda scary, luckily they knocked me out so I don't remember a damn thing except someone drawing a big 'X' on my forehead above my left eye. It sort of reminded me of something they do for someone getting a fucking libotamy, but oh well. I woke up and my eye felt like a motherfucker, so they finally gave me some pain meds... which made me puke when I came home. And I couldn't go home for a really long time because my blood pressure was extremely low and wouldn't rise. Finally I think they just sort of figured I might as well go, I had low blood pressure to begin with.
Today it's looking a lot better. I can open it. It sort of looks like someone took the end of a hockey stick and repeadly stabbed me. Mmmm...
This afternoon I went and got my hair cut by this amazingly awesome, flamboyant guy. We just shot the shit for a while and he talked about living in Paris for two years. He speaks six different languages; he's my hero. He told me he could picture me living in Europe and doing something really cool in life. He also gave me this really funky haircut--it's kinda crazy. Not short, just crazy wavy. Ugh, I am so self-absorbed, I don't think you all care to hear about my hair. But he was really fun and used funny foreign phrases and said "Oh my god, you just go girl! Look at the body of your hair!" My new best friend.
My aunt and grandma are up for a few days before I go back up to Canada with my aunt Susan. I am so excited, I kid you not. Sadie just left for Mexico, so basically Warwick is devoid of coolness, though it retains its aesthetic charm. I wish you were all here. I always have delwayed reactions. It has finally hit me--this whole graduation deal. I keep telling myself, "No Krista, you DO have friends. They just don't live with you anymore." Ugh, I think I am going to go cry now. Lydia, I understand now. Everyone should come to Canada with me. We can build a little house and live there and be merry. I hate not living with friends. This whole family bullshit is a serious issue for me. No way is this going to continue for a whole year. Don't get me wrong, I love my family. I just can't do this though.
Oh and PS, sorry I didn't come out of my room and hang out more often. Yeah, it's pointless to regret what I did with all of my time at school now, but let me just say this: if I had known that all the studying in the world would get me no where and I still wouldn't end up in college, I would have just attached myself onto each and everyone of you and loosened the hell up, pulled the giant stick out my ass, and had a ton of fun.
Today it's looking a lot better. I can open it. It sort of looks like someone took the end of a hockey stick and repeadly stabbed me. Mmmm...
This afternoon I went and got my hair cut by this amazingly awesome, flamboyant guy. We just shot the shit for a while and he talked about living in Paris for two years. He speaks six different languages; he's my hero. He told me he could picture me living in Europe and doing something really cool in life. He also gave me this really funky haircut--it's kinda crazy. Not short, just crazy wavy. Ugh, I am so self-absorbed, I don't think you all care to hear about my hair. But he was really fun and used funny foreign phrases and said "Oh my god, you just go girl! Look at the body of your hair!" My new best friend.
My aunt and grandma are up for a few days before I go back up to Canada with my aunt Susan. I am so excited, I kid you not. Sadie just left for Mexico, so basically Warwick is devoid of coolness, though it retains its aesthetic charm. I wish you were all here. I always have delwayed reactions. It has finally hit me--this whole graduation deal. I keep telling myself, "No Krista, you DO have friends. They just don't live with you anymore." Ugh, I think I am going to go cry now. Lydia, I understand now. Everyone should come to Canada with me. We can build a little house and live there and be merry. I hate not living with friends. This whole family bullshit is a serious issue for me. No way is this going to continue for a whole year. Don't get me wrong, I love my family. I just can't do this though.
Oh and PS, sorry I didn't come out of my room and hang out more often. Yeah, it's pointless to regret what I did with all of my time at school now, but let me just say this: if I had known that all the studying in the world would get me no where and I still wouldn't end up in college, I would have just attached myself onto each and everyone of you and loosened the hell up, pulled the giant stick out my ass, and had a ton of fun.