Myspace is for fools, yo!
So. I'll admit. Myspace has deffinately been running my life. I don't even do anything on there. I just sit and wait for something to happen even though it never does.
So I've decided I'm going to continue to update my journal. Cos it rox.!
&&Ofcourse I am in digital video right now & my wicked cool partner isn't here so we can't mke our stop frame animation of little Timmy crossing the street without looking both ways and getting hit by a bus. Did that make sense??
Christmas was pretty damn good this year. I mean, no hospitals, no 'large' family meltdowns, a portable DVD player as an accessory to the Complete First & Second Seasons of DEGRASSI. I'm in love.
I also got some wicked cute jacket things. &A scrapbook with all the jazzy accessories & a coupon to free classes. Cos I'm cool like that and I scrapbook. ^_^
So yeah. &New Year's eve I worked. And ate at the Tea Garden. Sweet.
Basically, vacation ended waaaay too soon.
So since Christmas, I have deffinately lost a total of 7 pounds. WTF?? How does that work? I hop on the scale & I'm like. WHAT? I didn't even try. Maybe my body went into shock from the huge amounts of cranberry sauce & mashed potatoes I consumed in one day and decided to step up? Well, I am deffinately not complaining.
So I have a new doctor & I'm being tested for Lupus. Which is super not cool. At least me & Tori can be like diseased together. They actually put me on meds that treat Lupus since I have symptoms or whatever. Did I mention these meds make you cranky? Sweet.
I really try not to complain about this on a daily basis, but I really haven't talked about it lately and since this is my journal, I'm letting loose.
I really hate waking up in the morning and being in pain. And coming home from Dance Team and just falling into bed. I hate taking Tylenol on a regular basis & just wishing for a stronger dose. I hate that my parents don't give a crap & even when I feel like I couldn't move if a crane helped me, they make me go to school. And I really hate that ace bandages are a main staple of my wardrobe. It's not cute ;).
I hate that not one out of the 11 doctors I've gone to over the past months has any idea what's wrong. I love how my dad is sick with the same thing and is grouchy all the time. I love how I feel like the human bruise, if you just touch me I cringe.
I hate it all. I hate hospitals and pills and pain killers and crutches and the blank stares on peoples faces when they find out I'm not okay. Cos I'm really not okay. & Most of all, I love waking up in the morning and just bursting into tears because this isn't just a horrible nightmare.
So that's all.
♥
So I've decided I'm going to continue to update my journal. Cos it rox.!
&&Ofcourse I am in digital video right now & my wicked cool partner isn't here so we can't mke our stop frame animation of little Timmy crossing the street without looking both ways and getting hit by a bus. Did that make sense??
Christmas was pretty damn good this year. I mean, no hospitals, no 'large' family meltdowns, a portable DVD player as an accessory to the Complete First & Second Seasons of DEGRASSI. I'm in love.
I also got some wicked cute jacket things. &A scrapbook with all the jazzy accessories & a coupon to free classes. Cos I'm cool like that and I scrapbook. ^_^
So yeah. &New Year's eve I worked. And ate at the Tea Garden. Sweet.
Basically, vacation ended waaaay too soon.
So since Christmas, I have deffinately lost a total of 7 pounds. WTF?? How does that work? I hop on the scale & I'm like. WHAT? I didn't even try. Maybe my body went into shock from the huge amounts of cranberry sauce & mashed potatoes I consumed in one day and decided to step up? Well, I am deffinately not complaining.
So I have a new doctor & I'm being tested for Lupus. Which is super not cool. At least me & Tori can be like diseased together. They actually put me on meds that treat Lupus since I have symptoms or whatever. Did I mention these meds make you cranky? Sweet.
I really try not to complain about this on a daily basis, but I really haven't talked about it lately and since this is my journal, I'm letting loose.
I really hate waking up in the morning and being in pain. And coming home from Dance Team and just falling into bed. I hate taking Tylenol on a regular basis & just wishing for a stronger dose. I hate that my parents don't give a crap & even when I feel like I couldn't move if a crane helped me, they make me go to school. And I really hate that ace bandages are a main staple of my wardrobe. It's not cute ;).
I hate that not one out of the 11 doctors I've gone to over the past months has any idea what's wrong. I love how my dad is sick with the same thing and is grouchy all the time. I love how I feel like the human bruise, if you just touch me I cringe.
I hate it all. I hate hospitals and pills and pain killers and crutches and the blank stares on peoples faces when they find out I'm not okay. Cos I'm really not okay. & Most of all, I love waking up in the morning and just bursting into tears because this isn't just a horrible nightmare.
So that's all.
♥