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this weekend was (sadly) uneventful, aside from the fact that i spent a lovely day with jenna and we both got prom dresses (woohoo to the max for us :)
i wanted to go out friday night, i wanted to go out saturday night...but it just didn't work out so well. and this upcoming weekend...well, don't even get me started. let's just say it's going to suck hardcore and that's all there is to it.
in addition to my mounting nerves about colleges (UCLA starts releasing decisions THIS FRIDAY...OMG) i'm also getting nervous about my MRI on tuesday. i thought i wasn't claustrophobic, but maybe i am. plus i really don't want there to be anything...there. and then of course there was my whole freak out session about whether or not drinking contributes to back pain in any way, or if they will be able to tell that i do drink from an MRI (i know, it sounds stupid, but that would really not be cool--"oh, btw, your daughter drinks, we can tell from her MRI" is not something i want the doctor telling my concerned mother. who would promptly either a) die b) faint or c) kill me and then herself.) so you see that my logic is slowly but surely unraveling to reveal me, a very caffeinated, overly anxious, antsy girl who at the moment really wishes she could get a pedicure. tomorrow. along with a nice long swedish massage.
so that is my life. sad, pathetic even, except for the fact that i got the most awesome prom dress. woohoo (again) for me.
<3
i wanted to go out friday night, i wanted to go out saturday night...but it just didn't work out so well. and this upcoming weekend...well, don't even get me started. let's just say it's going to suck hardcore and that's all there is to it.
in addition to my mounting nerves about colleges (UCLA starts releasing decisions THIS FRIDAY...OMG) i'm also getting nervous about my MRI on tuesday. i thought i wasn't claustrophobic, but maybe i am. plus i really don't want there to be anything...there. and then of course there was my whole freak out session about whether or not drinking contributes to back pain in any way, or if they will be able to tell that i do drink from an MRI (i know, it sounds stupid, but that would really not be cool--"oh, btw, your daughter drinks, we can tell from her MRI" is not something i want the doctor telling my concerned mother. who would promptly either a) die b) faint or c) kill me and then herself.) so you see that my logic is slowly but surely unraveling to reveal me, a very caffeinated, overly anxious, antsy girl who at the moment really wishes she could get a pedicure. tomorrow. along with a nice long swedish massage.
so that is my life. sad, pathetic even, except for the fact that i got the most awesome prom dress. woohoo (again) for me.
<3