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i want to update because i dont want to make it a precedent so it seems i dont do anything or exist during spring break.
i think i left my alarm clock on in austin and its kind of bugging me. id hate if it were still on and it just bugged the hell out of someone.
i really havent been doing much as of late.
friday was just a leisurely class and then i came home to houston. saw the kids just once before they all left. now its just mark, amy and i. i shall call them as soon as a i can.
got to meet joanna's boyfriend and hes really cool. the next time we can probably do that again? i dont know.
this spring break im trying to get serious and busy with applying myself outside of school. this summer im really hoping to get a job and take a few summer school classes. i also really hope to get some experience volunteering, shadowing a doctor, EMS training, research, or being an assistant.
yesterday i woke and was told my father got into an accident. i didnt really get any details and i was just told to get up and find my dads wallet. i went outside to find a trail of blood in the house. confused and sleepy because i went to sleep at seven a.m, beforehand i fell into a state of shock. i didnt know what happened. had my father been in some sort of accident, and had he come home and bandaged his wounds with out waking me? i thought about how much better things would have been if my mom had been around. i started to blame myself. i thought that maybe if i had gone with my father to fort worth instead of saying no he would not have gotten into an accident. i cried myself back to sleep thinking if my father hadnt awaken me, maybe he felt it wasnt major enough to worry me over. maybe if i fell back asleep everything would be okay and id wake up and hed be okay. id wake up and clean the blood and everything would dissappear like nothing happened. i was awakened not a few minutes later to my brother yelling at me because i was sleeping. saying that my dad would probably be dying and id still be sleeping. he yelled about why i didnt clean up the blood. i told him angrily that i didnt want to go to the hospital with him and id go by myself and he left. i cleaned up the blood from the carpet and talked to my sister. she started yelling at me about what the hell i was doing and hadnt i gone with my brother. she yelled something about not knowing what the hell was going on in my mind. she then cursed something but i was no longer listening. i cried myself to sleep on my dads bed. fuck them all. they dont know me. to hell with them, assholes.
i saw my father at the hospital and my sister left for her mission and brother left to go home. i didnt want to see them anyway. its just me and my dad. it turns out that he was working in the garden when he stabbed himself with a sheering blade. the puncture was pretty deep but thankfully he didnt cut an artery.
i got to watch as they fixed up a suture. it was awesome. first they administered anaesthetic to his wound. usually i dont get nauseous seeing that sort of stuff. its just a shot to a mass of muscle fibers. but then i saw the look in my dads face and i realized it was a shot to a mass of my fathers muscles. i thought about what sort of pain my father must be in and i got sort of grossed out. luckily it was an anaesthetic shot so it musnt have hurt long after. they then cleaned up the wound and gave him two stitches. making the stitches looked awesome. i really cant wait until can do that myself.
i played on a wheelchair while they released my father and we went back home. i didnt do anything afterward but check on my dad.
i fell asleep early at eight. that is the first time i have ever fallen asleep before twelve in a very long time, years. i feel guilty for wasting my time sleeping. what is worse, its DST and i wasted an extra hour on top of everything.
now its seems im going to be spending a lot of time taking care of my father making sure he is okay. driving him around. ugh curse that old man.
i hate how superstitious my family is. apparently my father hadnt gone to fort worth because he felt ominous. he hadnt been sleeping well lately and so he felt something bad might happen. ironically even though he stayed home he could not escape his fate. and the accident was bound to happen. every time my mother goes on a trip (shes in vietnam) someone in my family gets hurt. first my sister, holly, broke her leg. then my other sister. then my brother got in a car accident. now my father. sadly if susperstition follows, im next. maybe ill die! more worrisome is that the next trip will probably be the family trip to vietnam. will i die in the motherland???
also i think that when my dad dies ill never talk to my brother again. it seems like everytime my father gets injured i have a fight with my brother. the first time, i dont remember what my brother said but i wanted to kill myself and at the same time my father got stabbed by a robber.
today has been super boring. spent a lot of time with my dad and brother. drove my father around and ran his errands. bought somethings for myself. i bought myself an external hard drive. its 320 GB for eighty dollars. is that good? i dont know. looked for a new pair of headphones but didnt find anything nice. i think i may just buy a pair of skullcandy's even though i really hate them. ugh skulls. i gave my brother 100 dollars. blegh i have to buy him stupid xbox 360 for his birthday. that means no wii for me for a long time.
sigh thats okay. ill just use a certain someones for a while? i was thinking i may just buy certain someone some games anyway...hint, hint.
tonight to make up for being so wretched and wasting my time sleeping im not going to sleep at all tonight. im going to drink coffee even though it makes me crazy at night and stay up watching supernatural and naruto.
i should call mark and amy too. maybe tomorrow. unless they want to get coffee or a milkshake or amys icecream with me?
oh yeah, my brother forgot to mention to me that my headphones had been repaired and came in the mail a while back. so my Morningstar is back! and Pregnant Midge Barbie needs only to be recharged and we are back in action!
i think they gave me a new pair of headphones which is awesome. but it feels different now. im going to have to wear it in all over again.
i think i left my alarm clock on in austin and its kind of bugging me. id hate if it were still on and it just bugged the hell out of someone.
i really havent been doing much as of late.
friday was just a leisurely class and then i came home to houston. saw the kids just once before they all left. now its just mark, amy and i. i shall call them as soon as a i can.
got to meet joanna's boyfriend and hes really cool. the next time we can probably do that again? i dont know.
this spring break im trying to get serious and busy with applying myself outside of school. this summer im really hoping to get a job and take a few summer school classes. i also really hope to get some experience volunteering, shadowing a doctor, EMS training, research, or being an assistant.
yesterday i woke and was told my father got into an accident. i didnt really get any details and i was just told to get up and find my dads wallet. i went outside to find a trail of blood in the house. confused and sleepy because i went to sleep at seven a.m, beforehand i fell into a state of shock. i didnt know what happened. had my father been in some sort of accident, and had he come home and bandaged his wounds with out waking me? i thought about how much better things would have been if my mom had been around. i started to blame myself. i thought that maybe if i had gone with my father to fort worth instead of saying no he would not have gotten into an accident. i cried myself back to sleep thinking if my father hadnt awaken me, maybe he felt it wasnt major enough to worry me over. maybe if i fell back asleep everything would be okay and id wake up and hed be okay. id wake up and clean the blood and everything would dissappear like nothing happened. i was awakened not a few minutes later to my brother yelling at me because i was sleeping. saying that my dad would probably be dying and id still be sleeping. he yelled about why i didnt clean up the blood. i told him angrily that i didnt want to go to the hospital with him and id go by myself and he left. i cleaned up the blood from the carpet and talked to my sister. she started yelling at me about what the hell i was doing and hadnt i gone with my brother. she yelled something about not knowing what the hell was going on in my mind. she then cursed something but i was no longer listening. i cried myself to sleep on my dads bed. fuck them all. they dont know me. to hell with them, assholes.
i saw my father at the hospital and my sister left for her mission and brother left to go home. i didnt want to see them anyway. its just me and my dad. it turns out that he was working in the garden when he stabbed himself with a sheering blade. the puncture was pretty deep but thankfully he didnt cut an artery.
i got to watch as they fixed up a suture. it was awesome. first they administered anaesthetic to his wound. usually i dont get nauseous seeing that sort of stuff. its just a shot to a mass of muscle fibers. but then i saw the look in my dads face and i realized it was a shot to a mass of my fathers muscles. i thought about what sort of pain my father must be in and i got sort of grossed out. luckily it was an anaesthetic shot so it musnt have hurt long after. they then cleaned up the wound and gave him two stitches. making the stitches looked awesome. i really cant wait until can do that myself.
i played on a wheelchair while they released my father and we went back home. i didnt do anything afterward but check on my dad.
i fell asleep early at eight. that is the first time i have ever fallen asleep before twelve in a very long time, years. i feel guilty for wasting my time sleeping. what is worse, its DST and i wasted an extra hour on top of everything.
now its seems im going to be spending a lot of time taking care of my father making sure he is okay. driving him around. ugh curse that old man.
i hate how superstitious my family is. apparently my father hadnt gone to fort worth because he felt ominous. he hadnt been sleeping well lately and so he felt something bad might happen. ironically even though he stayed home he could not escape his fate. and the accident was bound to happen. every time my mother goes on a trip (shes in vietnam) someone in my family gets hurt. first my sister, holly, broke her leg. then my other sister. then my brother got in a car accident. now my father. sadly if susperstition follows, im next. maybe ill die! more worrisome is that the next trip will probably be the family trip to vietnam. will i die in the motherland???
also i think that when my dad dies ill never talk to my brother again. it seems like everytime my father gets injured i have a fight with my brother. the first time, i dont remember what my brother said but i wanted to kill myself and at the same time my father got stabbed by a robber.
today has been super boring. spent a lot of time with my dad and brother. drove my father around and ran his errands. bought somethings for myself. i bought myself an external hard drive. its 320 GB for eighty dollars. is that good? i dont know. looked for a new pair of headphones but didnt find anything nice. i think i may just buy a pair of skullcandy's even though i really hate them. ugh skulls. i gave my brother 100 dollars. blegh i have to buy him stupid xbox 360 for his birthday. that means no wii for me for a long time.
sigh thats okay. ill just use a certain someones for a while? i was thinking i may just buy certain someone some games anyway...hint, hint.
tonight to make up for being so wretched and wasting my time sleeping im not going to sleep at all tonight. im going to drink coffee even though it makes me crazy at night and stay up watching supernatural and naruto.
i should call mark and amy too. maybe tomorrow. unless they want to get coffee or a milkshake or amys icecream with me?
oh yeah, my brother forgot to mention to me that my headphones had been repaired and came in the mail a while back. so my Morningstar is back! and Pregnant Midge Barbie needs only to be recharged and we are back in action!
i think they gave me a new pair of headphones which is awesome. but it feels different now. im going to have to wear it in all over again.