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THE SOUTHERNERS ARE INVADING!
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Okay. So. Since my last entry several very interesting things have happened. Firstly, I went back to the doctor's AGAIN about my stupid cough. First they said it was a cold. Then they said it was bronchitis. Then...*pause for effect* they said it might be a non-acute sinus infection because I don't seem to have sinus pain and now they think I might have tuberculosis because I got my cold/thing right after I got back from Italy.
ARG.
So they injected a little viral sample in my right arm and if a red ring appears tomorrow or the next day, I have TB and I need to go to the hospital. Or quarantine. Or something. If I do, I'll take my laptop to update you all on Soonou's Hospital Adventures (wink wink nudge nudge). They can't take my laptop away from me, can they? Jesus, I hope not.
Oh, and also I had to go and get x-rays done and they let me keep them, which was actually a lot of fun because when I got home I got to look at my ribcage and my spine and my lungs. Neat. But I don't think I have TB, because if I did, the lump from where the virus sample was would still be there, and it isn't anymore. So no Soonou's Hospital Adventures for you.
Sorry, guys.
That was what happened today. However, about my outing with Liam (the guy I met)...well, it was interesting. The first time we got rained out because of this hugemongous tropical stormy-thing, so he showed up the next morning because we'd planned to go out to dunkin' donuts for coffee, right? Okay. So, my dad is like 'hey! let's go to chinatown!' So, dad drove us into the city, gave me some money for lunch and admission to places and subway fare and shit and told us to meet him back by the Staten Island Ferry (he works in a building that's literally on the other side of Battery Park) at 3:00, because I had to go and get ready for Jessica's Sweet Sixteen. And I was just like 'whoa' because my dad would normally never in a billion years let us do that. Okay.
So we putzed around Chinatown and had lunch (I now officially love dim sum, which is like this nifty little salad-type whatever thing. All I know is, it's really good), went to Little Italy for dessert (I made him try cannoli and svoliatelle (I hope I spelled that right, it's what it sounds like...)), and then hopped the subway and went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where we ran around the egypt exhibit for a couple hours, laughing at the mummies. (Speaking of which, I have a mummy story to tell you after all this is done)
Which was actually the most fun I've had in a very long time. Probably since high school began.
Okay, so we dropped Liam back in fair lawn and continued to my house, where I took a shower, brushed, dried, straightened my hair, dressed, did my makeup, primped (ha.) and found my cellphone in the pile of crap that is my room and left the house in a record one hour and thirty minutes. I swear to god, my movements were starting to go blurry on me. Then we picked up Jenny (huzzah!) and went to Jess's sweet sixteen.
After waiting for TEN BAZILLION YEARS for emily to get there so we could take the goddamn group picture with Jess (yeah, that kind of made me impatient) we went inside. Ate food. There was actually really good food, except for the chicken sorrentine which I thought was nasty. The teriyaki salmon was good, which was rather surprising because I normally hate salmon with a passion. It tastes too fishy for me, but I think the teriyaki sauce drowned out most of the fishy, which is why I liked it, really.
Then we danced. I had to teach some people the Cotton-Eye Joe because (gasp! gasp! gasp! AAAAA!) they didn't know it. You know who you are. And I learned the Cha-Cha Slide, which was fun. Had some ice cream, and got to light a candle with a really sweet dedication along with the rest of my table (which was essentially emily, jenny, wendy, sara montemurano, alana mihovics, cathleen, and julia. just people from our lunch table, I guess. I can think of two people who WERE supposed to be there that didn't GO because they're too GOOD for us. Aren't you? :P ). Now they've got me thinking about my sweet sixteen. It's only a year and a month away, so I figure if I start planning now I might get like, half of it done (hee).
Okay. Since we're working in reverse here, let's talk about Julia's sweet sixteen the night before. It was really rockin' cool. The candle-lighting ceremony was hysterical because of a few technical difficulties (*ahem* cathleengottolightacandlebyherselfandwhenshewastryingtoblowoutthematchsheblewoutalltheothercandlestoo *ahem*) as well as the fact that the lighter didn't work. Pascal made me dance. It was kind of fun. Julia had a really good dj, actually. So did Jess. He played Born to Run and Buttercup, which makes him good in my book, along with this one Beatles song. Heh. He was more oldies than Julia's, but that's okay, because I dance to oldies better, because I can actually do the dances. I watch my parents when they're being stupid too much, I know.
I'll stop typing now. ^-^
-soonou
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! *gasps and dies*
Okay. So. Since my last entry several very interesting things have happened. Firstly, I went back to the doctor's AGAIN about my stupid cough. First they said it was a cold. Then they said it was bronchitis. Then...*pause for effect* they said it might be a non-acute sinus infection because I don't seem to have sinus pain and now they think I might have tuberculosis because I got my cold/thing right after I got back from Italy.
ARG.
So they injected a little viral sample in my right arm and if a red ring appears tomorrow or the next day, I have TB and I need to go to the hospital. Or quarantine. Or something. If I do, I'll take my laptop to update you all on Soonou's Hospital Adventures (wink wink nudge nudge). They can't take my laptop away from me, can they? Jesus, I hope not.
Oh, and also I had to go and get x-rays done and they let me keep them, which was actually a lot of fun because when I got home I got to look at my ribcage and my spine and my lungs. Neat. But I don't think I have TB, because if I did, the lump from where the virus sample was would still be there, and it isn't anymore. So no Soonou's Hospital Adventures for you.
Sorry, guys.
That was what happened today. However, about my outing with Liam (the guy I met)...well, it was interesting. The first time we got rained out because of this hugemongous tropical stormy-thing, so he showed up the next morning because we'd planned to go out to dunkin' donuts for coffee, right? Okay. So, my dad is like 'hey! let's go to chinatown!' So, dad drove us into the city, gave me some money for lunch and admission to places and subway fare and shit and told us to meet him back by the Staten Island Ferry (he works in a building that's literally on the other side of Battery Park) at 3:00, because I had to go and get ready for Jessica's Sweet Sixteen. And I was just like 'whoa' because my dad would normally never in a billion years let us do that. Okay.
So we putzed around Chinatown and had lunch (I now officially love dim sum, which is like this nifty little salad-type whatever thing. All I know is, it's really good), went to Little Italy for dessert (I made him try cannoli and svoliatelle (I hope I spelled that right, it's what it sounds like...)), and then hopped the subway and went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where we ran around the egypt exhibit for a couple hours, laughing at the mummies. (Speaking of which, I have a mummy story to tell you after all this is done)
Which was actually the most fun I've had in a very long time. Probably since high school began.
Okay, so we dropped Liam back in fair lawn and continued to my house, where I took a shower, brushed, dried, straightened my hair, dressed, did my makeup, primped (ha.) and found my cellphone in the pile of crap that is my room and left the house in a record one hour and thirty minutes. I swear to god, my movements were starting to go blurry on me. Then we picked up Jenny (huzzah!) and went to Jess's sweet sixteen.
After waiting for TEN BAZILLION YEARS for emily to get there so we could take the goddamn group picture with Jess (yeah, that kind of made me impatient) we went inside. Ate food. There was actually really good food, except for the chicken sorrentine which I thought was nasty. The teriyaki salmon was good, which was rather surprising because I normally hate salmon with a passion. It tastes too fishy for me, but I think the teriyaki sauce drowned out most of the fishy, which is why I liked it, really.
Then we danced. I had to teach some people the Cotton-Eye Joe because (gasp! gasp! gasp! AAAAA!) they didn't know it. You know who you are. And I learned the Cha-Cha Slide, which was fun. Had some ice cream, and got to light a candle with a really sweet dedication along with the rest of my table (which was essentially emily, jenny, wendy, sara montemurano, alana mihovics, cathleen, and julia. just people from our lunch table, I guess. I can think of two people who WERE supposed to be there that didn't GO because they're too GOOD for us. Aren't you? :P ). Now they've got me thinking about my sweet sixteen. It's only a year and a month away, so I figure if I start planning now I might get like, half of it done (hee).
Okay. Since we're working in reverse here, let's talk about Julia's sweet sixteen the night before. It was really rockin' cool. The candle-lighting ceremony was hysterical because of a few technical difficulties (*ahem* cathleengottolightacandlebyherselfandwhenshewastryingtoblowoutthematchsheblewoutalltheothercandlestoo *ahem*) as well as the fact that the lighter didn't work. Pascal made me dance. It was kind of fun. Julia had a really good dj, actually. So did Jess. He played Born to Run and Buttercup, which makes him good in my book, along with this one Beatles song. Heh. He was more oldies than Julia's, but that's okay, because I dance to oldies better, because I can actually do the dances. I watch my parents when they're being stupid too much, I know.
I'll stop typing now. ^-^
-soonou