I'll go through my e-mails later today, I swear.
Woke up at 7:30am (after going to bed at 4:30am because sleep and I have a dysfunctional relationship) so Jaime and I could get to Moffitt before 10:30. We were making really good time, too, like half an hour ahead, but then we hit traffic that ended up making us fifteen minutes late. Turned out there had been a horrible wreck - it broke my heart a little bit. A large truck, one that Jaime said looked like the type used for fruit transportation, was lodged deep in a ditch by the side of the road. The cabin was practically non-existent. I don't think there's any way the driver made it out of that alive. The odd feeling that settled in my stomach at that kind of stuck around the rest of the way to Moffitt. I let go of it eventually, though; I've had plenty of memento mori moments in the past year. Just another one to file away.
Moffitt was astoundingly boring. We were there for a follow-up with the neurology clinic after all of Jaime's January drama. The day started off with an MRI, during which I called my mom and jabbered for an hour. That was nice. I tend to avoid socializing a fair amount, but every once in a while, I get reminded of how pleasant it can be. Anyway, after that we went to the neurology clinic, where we sat for over an hour in the waiting room. I'm not kidding, not exaggerating even a hair. We got to Moffitt for an MRI and what should've been a quick appointment at 10:45am, and we didn't get to leave until 2:15pm. Fucking ridiculous. I forgave them pretty quickly, though. Jaime's MRI came back beautiful. No further appointments necessary. The only ties he has left to this are the scans he has to get every few months. Other than that? Free.
It was in good spirits (and with empty stomachs) that we went to International Plaza after that. That's one of the coolest malls I've ever been in. Got food, wandered around - saw a kind of amazing store packed full of accessories called GLAM that I will ransack once I have an income - would've gotten something done at Sephora if I hadn't been getting tired and Jaime flagging even more, and bounded with my last burst of energy like a giddy child into Lush. My goal? See the mythical Goth Juice, of course! I was even giddy enough to play along and try out their salt and sugar scrub demos. They have a deal going right now where you can put together a little box of hair product samples for $15, and Jaime was kind enough to not only get me that, but also a little hemisphere of solid sugar scrub. So! Now I have a tiny jar of Goth Juice to try out and cuddle and watch Boosh with. Victory!
Speaking of Boosh, I was flitting about YouTube (watching some amazing clips like this one) and got inspired to look for Nathan Barley again. It took me all of five minutes to find the whole series. I'm not sure how I fucked up my searching so bad last time. I found AD/BC as well, which I'm psyched about. Matt Berry and Richard Ayoade musical with Julian Barratt and a tiny bit of Noel Fielding - how can you go wrong?!
Aaaaanyway. After that whole day, we came home and crashed. I woke up just after 11pm. I freaking slept through SYTYCD and The Fashion Show. So, I watched Top Gear until the repeat of TFS came on, then found SYTYCD clips online to catch up. And oh my gosh, was there a lot to catch up on.
I. Am. STUNNED. Phillip? Really?! I just... damn. Did not expect that. I was sad about Caitlin getting eliminated, but at least I saw it coming. Phillip was a shocker. I didn't think I'd be sad about him getting eliminated, either, and yet as I watched it, I actually started crying. D'awwww. I figured he'd be around for quite a while longer. Man. I am, however, IMMENSELY happy that my favorite couple was in the top this week - Kayla and Kupono. <3 They completely deserved to be there, too. I was also pretty pleased to see Melissa and Ade hit the bottom. I haven't gotten the appeal of either of them, and after the solos, I can see something in Ade, but Melissa still just annoys me.
As far as TFS goes, I don't feel like cutting for two sentences, so I'll just say this without spoilers: My favorite made the final four. I know where my vote's going. :D
So since I napped for a couple hours, I couldn't sleep. :\ Hence, this entry! And now, with Placebo in my headphones and my Lush goodies waiting for me to play with them in the morning, I think I might be able to catch a few more hours. Ought to at least try, I suppose.
Moffitt was astoundingly boring. We were there for a follow-up with the neurology clinic after all of Jaime's January drama. The day started off with an MRI, during which I called my mom and jabbered for an hour. That was nice. I tend to avoid socializing a fair amount, but every once in a while, I get reminded of how pleasant it can be. Anyway, after that we went to the neurology clinic, where we sat for over an hour in the waiting room. I'm not kidding, not exaggerating even a hair. We got to Moffitt for an MRI and what should've been a quick appointment at 10:45am, and we didn't get to leave until 2:15pm. Fucking ridiculous. I forgave them pretty quickly, though. Jaime's MRI came back beautiful. No further appointments necessary. The only ties he has left to this are the scans he has to get every few months. Other than that? Free.
It was in good spirits (and with empty stomachs) that we went to International Plaza after that. That's one of the coolest malls I've ever been in. Got food, wandered around - saw a kind of amazing store packed full of accessories called GLAM that I will ransack once I have an income - would've gotten something done at Sephora if I hadn't been getting tired and Jaime flagging even more, and bounded with my last burst of energy like a giddy child into Lush. My goal? See the mythical Goth Juice, of course! I was even giddy enough to play along and try out their salt and sugar scrub demos. They have a deal going right now where you can put together a little box of hair product samples for $15, and Jaime was kind enough to not only get me that, but also a little hemisphere of solid sugar scrub. So! Now I have a tiny jar of Goth Juice to try out and cuddle and watch Boosh with. Victory!
Speaking of Boosh, I was flitting about YouTube (watching some amazing clips like this one) and got inspired to look for Nathan Barley again. It took me all of five minutes to find the whole series. I'm not sure how I fucked up my searching so bad last time. I found AD/BC as well, which I'm psyched about. Matt Berry and Richard Ayoade musical with Julian Barratt and a tiny bit of Noel Fielding - how can you go wrong?!
Aaaaanyway. After that whole day, we came home and crashed. I woke up just after 11pm. I freaking slept through SYTYCD and The Fashion Show. So, I watched Top Gear until the repeat of TFS came on, then found SYTYCD clips online to catch up. And oh my gosh, was there a lot to catch up on.
I. Am. STUNNED. Phillip? Really?! I just... damn. Did not expect that. I was sad about Caitlin getting eliminated, but at least I saw it coming. Phillip was a shocker. I didn't think I'd be sad about him getting eliminated, either, and yet as I watched it, I actually started crying. D'awwww. I figured he'd be around for quite a while longer. Man. I am, however, IMMENSELY happy that my favorite couple was in the top this week - Kayla and Kupono. <3 They completely deserved to be there, too. I was also pretty pleased to see Melissa and Ade hit the bottom. I haven't gotten the appeal of either of them, and after the solos, I can see something in Ade, but Melissa still just annoys me.
As far as TFS goes, I don't feel like cutting for two sentences, so I'll just say this without spoilers: My favorite made the final four. I know where my vote's going. :D
So since I napped for a couple hours, I couldn't sleep. :\ Hence, this entry! And now, with Placebo in my headphones and my Lush goodies waiting for me to play with them in the morning, I think I might be able to catch a few more hours. Ought to at least try, I suppose.