Aaran came by this weekend. We did classy things like drink beer and play Mortal Kombat. Angelina hung out with us. Girl is a prodigy; a natural born killer of sorts. I should ask her about her head-splitting headache though. I noticed Aaran talked more to my parents between digital killings who would pass by, and barely spoke with me. It hurt ( Read more... )

My cousin Shana did a Power Point presentation on loss for her sociology class and decided to interview her father, who lost both his parents and brother (my grandfather) all in 7 months time and also interviewed me(!!!) on my hearing loss. Here's what went down via e-mail ( Read more... )

Things are a bit up in the air.

Dr. Marcos, my newest neurosurgeon who I just met last month, was sent to Mayo Clinic in NY due to some secret severe illness (Mad Cow disease, perhaps?) he has and ordered to cancel all of his upcoming operations -including mine on the 31st.

His office didn't notify us of the emergency until late Friday afternoon- ( Read more... )

Just as I had predicted, I did indeed collapse Monday morning -but have nowhere neared croaked. Luckily my dad was home to pick me up off the floor, otherwise I would've been stuck there gathering dust for who knows how long. My knees are pretty banged up. I've become a BBW: not so much a big and beautiful woman as I am (badly) bruised and bony one ( Read more... )

Once again, I'm heading off to the Big H on the 22nd, that is if Hurricane Fay doesn't leave behind a trail of power outages, roofless houses, and swimming cars. She seems dismal though and I'm not worried. I mean, her name is Fay. (Fay la fea)

What's coming up is sure to be a doozy. Knowing what to expect is both a blessing and a curse. Be as it ( Read more... )

Chloe: When I talk, do I sound like I have deaf voice?

Mom: Yeah. A little.

God: Hahahaha

Chloe: I can hear you.

God: Fuck.
...I mean, What?...

Two weeks ago I did a semi-sad thing.

I realized it was time to move on, and parted ways with my stereo. It hasn't been put to use in almost a year. It's a poor ol dusty lonely fool. I gave it to my aunt. Hopefully with her, it will be played as often as it had before, with me - even if it consists of mostly Luis Miguel albums.

I felt okay about it ( Read more... )

So, the BFF's birthday is quickly approaching, and I'm beginning to take note:


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Today I had a dream that I was listening to Real McCoy while vacuuming my room. First, Automatic Lover played. Then, during Operator, I dropped what I was doing and danced the robot while the German-android-dude said, "Op-er-at-or  E-mer-gen-cy"
Since losing my hearing, I've had a lot of listening-to-music dreams, but it's the Real McCoy ones that ( Read more... )

The Sunday Seven

1. Somebody please notify the media; because I do not give a fuck about David and Victoria Beckham (or their Beckham babies, for that matter). This is a British Invasion that should be stopped immediately. Take note Mr. President, or better yet Barack Obama, because then you'll get a sure vote from me in 2008. (Finally, a candidate ( Read more... )