I'm fix-able! Woohoo! I went to the doctor yesterday, and I'll spare you the details, but he prescribed some things and I'm on my way to being normal! I was very impressed with the doctor and his nursing staff. His name is Dr. Mangal, out of Houston. Doris was the nurse we dealt with, and she was very kind and knowledgeable. Dr. Mangal was not only personable and intelligent, he related everything that was going on in my body to things we could understand and explained the entire process step-by-step. I now know what I need to know and what I need to do to fix it, so yay!
I don't have to work this week until Friday, so I'm going to enjoy my time off and hopefully do something productive. Like what, I have no idea, but something.
Anyway, thought I'd share that wonderful news. Have a great week, y'all!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
Happiness...
Well, I'm on about, oh, cloud 24 or so. I got all A's!!!!!!!! Yay!!! And I got a job at the flower shop in town working with my best friend and her grandparents, so I'm good! Now I have to organize my room, get ready for VBS, and catch up on my pleasure reading, but that's it for summer plans. Oh, and learn how to wakeboard. But awesome, right? :D Love y'all! Have a great week!
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
So, ok...
That is how I usually begin my conversations with my suitemate. "So, ok..." followed by either a random comment or something that happened over the course of the day or a question. We just have a connection. Occasionally she'll have something in her mouth and say something and I'll understand her. I used to be able to do that with my brother, though I don't know if I can anymore. I know her comments and have stolen more than a few. And she's stolen some of mine, too. I'm going to miss her.
My roommate stayed up last night packing her stuff. Amazingly, I went to sleep around 2 this morning with a radio and the light on. That never happens. Ever. I woke up at 7 and got ready to take a final that I'm fairly confident about. Now I have one last final (my final final... hehe) at 2 this afternoon. I have to perform 2 monologues. I have one mostly memorized, but I still have to work on the other one. I should be finished way before class starts, so it's all gravy.
I'm going to miss school. The freedom. My friends. The stuff I get to see and do every day. The food variety. But home isn't so bad. I have friends there, too, and hopefully a job, and no roommate, and a wonderfully big, soft bed, and the safety and security of home. It will hopefully be a peaceful summer.
It's rather sad, all of this packing and moving. And I'm not just talking about the sad state my car is in, filled to the brim with my belongings. The whole leaving process is sad. And my bare walls, empty shelves and closets and drawers, and the huge bags of trash leaving our room regularly. My computer in the corner with no speakers... I'm seriously going to miss 24-hour internet access and unlimited computer time. Like whoa.
My task for the summer is to go through my school stuff and take out everything that I didn't use. I'm going to go through my things in my room and throw loooots of stuff away, too, so I'll have a clean and organized room and about half of the bulk to bring back with me. Sounds like a plan, right? Now to actually do it. Well, I have the summer! And maybe it'll be a vacation... I feel like I actually need a vacation from things at this point. I've never really needed it before. I guess whoever designed the school-year was pretty smart. :p Ok, back to memorizing. Love ya! Mwah!
My roommate stayed up last night packing her stuff. Amazingly, I went to sleep around 2 this morning with a radio and the light on. That never happens. Ever. I woke up at 7 and got ready to take a final that I'm fairly confident about. Now I have one last final (my final final... hehe) at 2 this afternoon. I have to perform 2 monologues. I have one mostly memorized, but I still have to work on the other one. I should be finished way before class starts, so it's all gravy.
I'm going to miss school. The freedom. My friends. The stuff I get to see and do every day. The food variety. But home isn't so bad. I have friends there, too, and hopefully a job, and no roommate, and a wonderfully big, soft bed, and the safety and security of home. It will hopefully be a peaceful summer.
It's rather sad, all of this packing and moving. And I'm not just talking about the sad state my car is in, filled to the brim with my belongings. The whole leaving process is sad. And my bare walls, empty shelves and closets and drawers, and the huge bags of trash leaving our room regularly. My computer in the corner with no speakers... I'm seriously going to miss 24-hour internet access and unlimited computer time. Like whoa.
My task for the summer is to go through my school stuff and take out everything that I didn't use. I'm going to go through my things in my room and throw loooots of stuff away, too, so I'll have a clean and organized room and about half of the bulk to bring back with me. Sounds like a plan, right? Now to actually do it. Well, I have the summer! And maybe it'll be a vacation... I feel like I actually need a vacation from things at this point. I've never really needed it before. I guess whoever designed the school-year was pretty smart. :p Ok, back to memorizing. Love ya! Mwah!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Ok, Ok, here it is...
I think I've gone retarded. Why, you ask? I'm a girl. Hehe. I've been painting my nails all sorts of colors, and they are, in fact, wet right now. And it's working, except when I hit my right thumb against my left thumbnail. It's just my left hand. I'm doing French tips. Despite past and current animosity toward the French. :p But I'm enjoying it, strangely enough. Go figure.
Mark requested that I update as I've been promising to do since my birthday, and, since today is a beautifully lazy day, and my nails are too wet to do anything but type, and they'll be dry by the time I finish, it works perfectly.
My birthday was wonderful! It was a gorgeous day, and I spent the evening with my cousin and her friends just hanging out. I got a bazillion phone calls! Let's see, Daddy called me around 7:30 that morning, Mom called in the afternoon, my brother called me at midnight the night before, my hairdresser called me and her little boys wished me a happy birthday (they're 6 and 2, so cute!), two of my best friends called me during the day (Kourtney and Kristen), Heather (my suitemate) told me happy birthday at midnight, Steven sent an early birthday wish on the 26th, and Jarrod wished me a happy birthday over AIM. I got a ton of "happy birthday"s over facebook. People wrote on my wall all day! That's a very good feeling. That's one of the reasons I love birthdays so much. It's such a good feeling to hear from people who care. My classes that day both told me happy birthday, and I got sung to at a meeting on Wednesday.
I took Heather home with me on Friday to celebrate with my family. We had lasagna and I got an adorable picture frame with little magnets that spell my name to go on the magnetic frame. Daddy's supposed to be buying me a phone. I'll get that before too long, I hope.
I got a birthday wish from my ex-boyfriend, but we won't go there. He actually just IMed me... Wants to "catch up" later. I'll be online, if for no other reason than to see what he has to say.
It saddens me to say that this gas price thing is becoming something huge. I literally go around and compare prices. I found gas at Wal-Mart for $2.709 with my card yesterday, so I think I'll stick with them for the time being. Even though it is across town. It's better than paying $2.859 on my side of town. It's a shame. But I can't afford to not get the cheapest I can find.
I think I've lost weight, and that's a good thing, though I couldn't tell you for sure yes or no or how much. It's more like I can see it in my face and in my favorite jeans.
Being 19 isn't really any different from being 18, except that I feel a little older. It's strange to say how, exactly, but I really do. The very first time I've felt any older after a birthday. It's like I can feel myself growing up. Which is crazy, I know, but true nonetheless.
Finals are next week. I'm not really worried about any of them, but I have to study. Which is all I'll be doing this weekend. But it's a price I'm willing to pay to secure my grades. I've got A's in everything except my history class, but I hate that class, so the B I have in it will have to suffice. I might be able to get enough extra credit with my final to bring it up to an A, but I don't know. We'll see.
I made the RA candidate pool, which means they'll put me in any openings that come up. And I made costume shop payroll, which is like taking any social life I have and pouring it down the drain, but it'll be a steady paycheck. They're saying about 20 hours a week, if not more.
One of my new favorite songs: "Seashores of Old Mexico" by George Strait.
Ok, off the finish my nails! Talk to y'all later! Hope you're all having awesome weeks! And happy late anniversary to Carrie and Chad! We love y'all! I'm going to have to re-do my thumbnails...
Mark requested that I update as I've been promising to do since my birthday, and, since today is a beautifully lazy day, and my nails are too wet to do anything but type, and they'll be dry by the time I finish, it works perfectly.
My birthday was wonderful! It was a gorgeous day, and I spent the evening with my cousin and her friends just hanging out. I got a bazillion phone calls! Let's see, Daddy called me around 7:30 that morning, Mom called in the afternoon, my brother called me at midnight the night before, my hairdresser called me and her little boys wished me a happy birthday (they're 6 and 2, so cute!), two of my best friends called me during the day (Kourtney and Kristen), Heather (my suitemate) told me happy birthday at midnight, Steven sent an early birthday wish on the 26th, and Jarrod wished me a happy birthday over AIM. I got a ton of "happy birthday"s over facebook. People wrote on my wall all day! That's a very good feeling. That's one of the reasons I love birthdays so much. It's such a good feeling to hear from people who care. My classes that day both told me happy birthday, and I got sung to at a meeting on Wednesday.
I took Heather home with me on Friday to celebrate with my family. We had lasagna and I got an adorable picture frame with little magnets that spell my name to go on the magnetic frame. Daddy's supposed to be buying me a phone. I'll get that before too long, I hope.
I got a birthday wish from my ex-boyfriend, but we won't go there. He actually just IMed me... Wants to "catch up" later. I'll be online, if for no other reason than to see what he has to say.
It saddens me to say that this gas price thing is becoming something huge. I literally go around and compare prices. I found gas at Wal-Mart for $2.709 with my card yesterday, so I think I'll stick with them for the time being. Even though it is across town. It's better than paying $2.859 on my side of town. It's a shame. But I can't afford to not get the cheapest I can find.
I think I've lost weight, and that's a good thing, though I couldn't tell you for sure yes or no or how much. It's more like I can see it in my face and in my favorite jeans.
Being 19 isn't really any different from being 18, except that I feel a little older. It's strange to say how, exactly, but I really do. The very first time I've felt any older after a birthday. It's like I can feel myself growing up. Which is crazy, I know, but true nonetheless.
Finals are next week. I'm not really worried about any of them, but I have to study. Which is all I'll be doing this weekend. But it's a price I'm willing to pay to secure my grades. I've got A's in everything except my history class, but I hate that class, so the B I have in it will have to suffice. I might be able to get enough extra credit with my final to bring it up to an A, but I don't know. We'll see.
I made the RA candidate pool, which means they'll put me in any openings that come up. And I made costume shop payroll, which is like taking any social life I have and pouring it down the drain, but it'll be a steady paycheck. They're saying about 20 hours a week, if not more.
One of my new favorite songs: "Seashores of Old Mexico" by George Strait.
Ok, off the finish my nails! Talk to y'all later! Hope you're all having awesome weeks! And happy late anniversary to Carrie and Chad! We love y'all! I'm going to have to re-do my thumbnails...
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