So I guess this post is sort of pointless since I'm going to see y'all tomorrow anyways, but I feel the need to write about something or other and so here I am...writing about something or other, and nothing in particular.
What has happened to me this part week? Let me seeee...
Last Sunday: Oh, th
e closing ceremonies were incredible you guys! Truly. We arrived in Vancouver (hands down my favorite city in the whole wide world) and wandered about Robson Square...then the Canadians won gold in hockey and the place went completely mad! People were screaming and running around and leaning over their balconies dropping Canadian flags on the crowd below. It was like those pictures you see of the celebrations after WWII's end--people honestly had tears pouring down their faces. It was ridiculous. And then, the ceremonies themselves were neat too--we got to go in the VIP seating (one box over from the Prime Minister of Canada, mind you) and wear the white ponchos and wave red and white lights around and stuff. I was so upset to leave--and want to go to London's 2012 games and Sochi's 2014 games sooooo badly...the coolest news of all, though? The next event--the World Cup--is supposed to take place in this town called Vos in Norway...and if my dad gets picked as the TD, we'd get to go! I would go to Norway! I have my fingers, toes, arms, legs, and vocal cords crossed. Oh, and the reason for the picture is I bought that Sasquatch at the Olympics (he was the officially mascot). I was pretty thrilled and carried him around everywhere with me. Here, I'm given' him some love.
Oh, and A, this picture is for you. It's Avril singing "Girlfriend" at the Olympic Closing Ceremonies. Thought you'd appreciate it! (And C, I was going to get a picture of Nickleback singing for you, cause I know how much you love them, but I just couldn't get the angle right xP )
Last Monday, Tuesday: God, I am so sick of school. So unmotivated, so stressed out. Like, the entire thing seems so pointless to me. Half the reason I'm going anymore is to just see friends, and out of habit. I'm doing well and all, it's just...I'm so tired. But something changed this week. Something cool is happening. I can feel it...guys, winter is coming to an end. Maybe I have SAD or whatever, but when it comes down to it, waking up with the sun in the morning and the temperature being arm enough to not shiver as I dodge from classroom to classroom during the day...well, lets just say that there is hope. Summer is coming, ladies and gentleman. Three and a half months. We can make it.
Last Wednesday: Dance gave me a little bit of a boost, but I'm so sleepy! This had been such a crammed week, ehhh...I've slept hardly at all.
Last Thursday: Well...I went to the doctor about my throat thingy, to ar
range for surgery. It's officially all set up for April 16th. Oh my god, you guys, I'm so scared. The doctor was telling me about how they're going to use the same drug on me as they did on Michael Jackson that killed him and then the doctor was like, "Well, that doesn't usually happen." Huh. So reassuring. It's not a high-risk surgery, but any surgery is risky. And it's my THROAT. Like, I need that thing.Yesterday: It was 5:00am and I said, "Today is going to be excellent." And it was. Chinese was a breeze, I aced my Dubliners test and got Kafka as my author for English. Science, history, math, satisfying conclusion to our Spanish ethics trial. No 7th period, hung out with Tom and ate chips and salsa on a park bench and then explored the woods barefoot. Spent the night at Evvy's, watching Doctor Who (I miss Rose!)
Boog si efil*
*by which I mean "Life is Good." But backwards-ly.
Halfway Somewhere picture: bear
Picture of me and Sasquatch: me
Picture of ickiness: Google Health
Norway! I would die of jealousy! :O
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to see you tomorrow. :) It's gonna be fun.
I'm sure the surgery will go fine, and all of us will be hoping the best for you, obviously. It's scary, though! I've had two surgeries and it's always terrifying - and those were when I was a little kid. It'd be worse now because you'd actually know what was going on.
It's not super likely we'd go, and it's, like, in 2012 or something. But it would be so incredible, Dad and I were talking to the Norwegian judge and he was telling us all about how if we went we'd have to take the train from Oslo to Vos because "it's the most beautiful track in the world."
ReplyDeleteI know, I had surgeries when I was a little kid too, but I don't remember them at all. Now I actually realize what they're doing and it freaks me out so much!!! Eek :/
I haven't seen you in, like, three months!!!!! And I really need to get my letter in the mail, but I'd have to take it too the post office cause it's bigger than standard and blah blah blah...
Wow, I would be freaking out about the surgurey if I were you.
ReplyDeleteI remember the boog si efil thing, did we make that up? I can't remember who did. Anyway, I don't really understand why it's "boog" instead of "doog", because it's not like any of the other letters are mirrored, just spelled backwards....
J and I made it up.
ReplyDeleteIt's not "doog" because on the originals it was all lower-case - so the d was "backwards" somehow when everything else wasn't. Give us a break, it was like the 3rd grade.
Hahahaha, "give us a break, it was like the 3rd grade" xD
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, I am freaking out about the surgery. There's two ways they can do it--stick a balloon (yeah, a balloon) down my throat and try to inflate it (it could either be too small, which would do nothing, or too large, which would rip up my throat) or go in with a knife and try to cut it out which would involve more bleeding or whatever. I dunno, I don't like thinking about it :/