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Hey people. I know I've not updated in a while, but I've just not felt like it. I know that's a really lackluster excuse for my neglect of the journal and all, but it's true. I've just gotten to where I just don't feel like doing anything really. It appears the traditional summer time depression I usually encounter has set in, a bit later than normally.
Anyway, I've been going to physical therapy because of the injuries I got in the wreck. I'm not really sure how extensive the injuries are as of yet, as I have yet to have an MRI done. That is scheduled for June 4th. One thing is for sure though, physical therapy sucks. I hadn't realized how tedious/painful/tediuous again the whole process was. Like clockwork I come in every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and jump through all the hoops for them, but it's hurting just the same as it always was. Ah well.
Not helping maters was the fact that a guy I know, Donald Shumate, OD'd or something and passed away last saturday. Now, don't get me wrong...we weren't close. It still sucks though. I'm too empathetic it seems, as his death affected me more than it probably should have. It's just tragic though; he was 19 and was actually making somewhat of a name for himself in the military. It's partially his death, and the fact that it reminded me of Garrett's.
My best friend back in 2nd and 3rd grade was this kid named Garrett Witt. He was a really cool kid, between the two of us we kept the teachers and faculty at South Elementary rather busy. At any rate, I had to have the operations on my legs about that time. When I came back to school I was unable to go to recess, so Garrett stayed inside with me and we played around on the computers and such. Naturally we grew really close, and started visiting one another outside of school.
Well on May 26, 1994 Garrett wanted to come over to my house. His mother, unfortunately, had something to do and couldn't take him over. I keep retracing that in my mind...it's the closest thing I've encountered to fate. It was clear that some cosmic force was working against the kid. He then called here, but our car was broken (if I remember correctly) and we couldn't come and get him. At any rate, he opted to hang out with his neighbor and friend Jason Payne...who was also a friend of mine. They were riding their bikes and of course, being 9 and 10 respectively, they were being less than cautious. To make a long story short my friend Heather's dad ended up hitting Garrett, through no fault of either of them really. He was killed instantly.
I guess that's why I'm ancy and depressed around my birthday. Bad things seem to usually happen leading up to, and soon after it. My uncle was buried on my 4th birthday, my grandfather died four days after my fifth, I had a kidney stone on June 13 in '93. Just assorted instances of misfortune like that. I've detected two distinct patterns in my life. 1.) Birthdays, and the surrounding periods of time, suck. and 2.) I have a horrible year every five years, beginning in 1988. Go figure, 2008's going to suck. (Prediction: President Cheney.)
I officially declare that I will attempt to make this my only whiney emo post, and spare you all of my blubbering...I'm a man for God's sake. Technically. But anyway, this college stuff is still racking my brain, and I have no idea what I want to major in...so I've made absolutely no progress on that front. I might as well just stay in Corbin another year or head up to EKU. If I go up to EKU, I've atleast made a new friend or two up there as of late who will be of assistance. I believe Jordan is going to do the same. Later folks.
Anyway, I've been going to physical therapy because of the injuries I got in the wreck. I'm not really sure how extensive the injuries are as of yet, as I have yet to have an MRI done. That is scheduled for June 4th. One thing is for sure though, physical therapy sucks. I hadn't realized how tedious/painful/tediuous again the whole process was. Like clockwork I come in every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and jump through all the hoops for them, but it's hurting just the same as it always was. Ah well.
Not helping maters was the fact that a guy I know, Donald Shumate, OD'd or something and passed away last saturday. Now, don't get me wrong...we weren't close. It still sucks though. I'm too empathetic it seems, as his death affected me more than it probably should have. It's just tragic though; he was 19 and was actually making somewhat of a name for himself in the military. It's partially his death, and the fact that it reminded me of Garrett's.
My best friend back in 2nd and 3rd grade was this kid named Garrett Witt. He was a really cool kid, between the two of us we kept the teachers and faculty at South Elementary rather busy. At any rate, I had to have the operations on my legs about that time. When I came back to school I was unable to go to recess, so Garrett stayed inside with me and we played around on the computers and such. Naturally we grew really close, and started visiting one another outside of school.
Well on May 26, 1994 Garrett wanted to come over to my house. His mother, unfortunately, had something to do and couldn't take him over. I keep retracing that in my mind...it's the closest thing I've encountered to fate. It was clear that some cosmic force was working against the kid. He then called here, but our car was broken (if I remember correctly) and we couldn't come and get him. At any rate, he opted to hang out with his neighbor and friend Jason Payne...who was also a friend of mine. They were riding their bikes and of course, being 9 and 10 respectively, they were being less than cautious. To make a long story short my friend Heather's dad ended up hitting Garrett, through no fault of either of them really. He was killed instantly.
I guess that's why I'm ancy and depressed around my birthday. Bad things seem to usually happen leading up to, and soon after it. My uncle was buried on my 4th birthday, my grandfather died four days after my fifth, I had a kidney stone on June 13 in '93. Just assorted instances of misfortune like that. I've detected two distinct patterns in my life. 1.) Birthdays, and the surrounding periods of time, suck. and 2.) I have a horrible year every five years, beginning in 1988. Go figure, 2008's going to suck. (Prediction: President Cheney.)
I officially declare that I will attempt to make this my only whiney emo post, and spare you all of my blubbering...I'm a man for God's sake. Technically. But anyway, this college stuff is still racking my brain, and I have no idea what I want to major in...so I've made absolutely no progress on that front. I might as well just stay in Corbin another year or head up to EKU. If I go up to EKU, I've atleast made a new friend or two up there as of late who will be of assistance. I believe Jordan is going to do the same. Later folks.