catch ya'll next year.

"I'm gonna tell her I got my lobes reducted. My ear lobes.. "

I'd scream this song right in your face if you were here, I swear I won't miss a beat cause I never have before.

If you don't know what to do, don't do anything. Right? I think that's easier said than done.

And by the way you brought me here it makes me believe the best is still yet to come and I don't want to leave. Forgive my hesitation but I'm learning to trust in you. Help me to dream these dreams cause I don't have a clue.

Forgive me baby, this is who I am.

So, I went to the doctor today at 10 a.m. They cut off all my bandages, took out the tube that was pumping novicane into my knee, gave me a new prescription for percoset (fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about), gave me some shit to wash off all my iodine with and an optional physical therapy prescription. Well, that was all fine and dandy until he gave me the pictures from my surgery. They do it orthoscopically, so it's pretty easy since they have a camera in my knee to begin with. He showed me my meniscus and how it was thrashed in the back, but my lateral meniscus seemed to be fine, which wasn't expected.



Oh an also, I blew out my ACL again. Pretty fuckin cool huh?


So, depending on my knee, we'll see if and when I'll need another surgery. My very first surgery (which happened to be on this knee) they couldn't tell if my ACL was even torn, and if it was, they couldn't determine how much. My leg was strong enough to fool the doctors that my ACL was still entact. But, when they finally went in, they discovered it was complete torn. Now, the same rules apply here. I thought we were only dealing with a meniscus tear. But at the very last minute, my doctor says there is the possibility that my ACL could have a tear, but he said it wasn't very likely. Well well, when they went into fix my meniscus guess what? My ACL was tore the fuck up. So, if my knee keeps giving out on me, then yes, I'll have to have another surgery. But if it doesn't, then we could probably delay the surgery for some years down the road. Talk about depression..

I woke up this morning at 6 in the a - to - the - fuckin- m. I must say my eyes were quite puffy. So at about 6:20, me and my mom hopped in the hypothermic van, and we were off to the hospital. 6:30 is the time to be at the hospital, no lines whatsoever. So I get checked in, to do all my pre-op stuff incase you didn't know, and the lady is so sick of hearing my mom talk. I can't help but chuckle to myself, cause shit.. that's funny. It's 6:30 in the morning, no one wants their ear talked off. In fact, despite the time, no one wants their ear talked off, especially by my mother. Anywho, we got sent to the lab so I could draw some blood. Now here's the thing, I don't mind being stabbed with a needle and having my blood taken from me, but it isn't fun when the person taking your blood has to try two or three times, jumping from arm to arm. Normally when I give blood either the nurse can't find my veins cause they're so tiny, or if they find it my body won't give up my blood, thus leaving bruises on my arms. Today was a different story. I barely felt the needle go in, which doesn't even bother me to begin with, and the guy who drew my blood hit the vein on the first try, and successfully drew enough blood to be sampled. He also noticed my tattoo on my arm and made a joke about it, which automatically cancled out his blood taking skills. Hmmph. After the lovely time at the hospital, my mom took me out to breakfast at Le Creme. Nothin' like free food. Unfortunately, I had to listen to my mom ramble on and on about the most random shit, never listening to a word I have to say, never understanding that she makes my ears bleed. But I suppose that's the price to pay for the free food. Worth it? Maybe, but maybe not. But maybe, but.. maybe not.

So here's the score. My pregnancy test results came back today, and there is NOT, repeat NOT a baby in my belly. What a disappointment..

PSYCHE!

Jaclyn gave me my birthday present tonight. It included: one sweet ASS card, a Cal Poly t-shirt (which I've been CRAVING for some time now), a picture frame of my beautiful face and last but not least.. a JESUS NIGHT LIGHT!! Can I even express my full excitement? I think only Jesus knows how truely happy I am. Times of Good.

11:15 Cut Time.

Only 4 more days until I'm cut. Round 3 anyone? All I know is that this sucks.

Don't doubt me, I'm really not as bad as people claim I am.

There's a lot of people that you know, in all the places that you go. I always have these dreams, and somehow I dream about you. Have you ever woken up in a patch of 4-leafed clovers? Everyone had to leave, but only you could stand me shaking. You want to let me go, but you can't. I didn't think you could. Will you bring me home? This way we won't have to be alone. I could sleep in your living room. Sometimes I think I'm gonna learn how to play the guitar, I'll be come a rock star, I'll cross the country? Maybe? But if I hurt you, then I'm sorry. Please don't think that this was easy. I guess I just want to dream in your living room. I don't think all this drinking gets us very far. In fact, I don't think it gets me anywhere. Sometimes I'll spell confusion with a "k" mostly because I like it. It's always going to be about those nights in my car, when we listened to Jimmy Eat World. Remember that first star you saw? Do you think this is what it takes to laugh at my mistakes. Look, it's 11:11.. do you want to talk? I guess it's not that hard to dream, you'll always be..

"This is to a girl who got into my head with all the pretty things she did."

i've been sober this whole weekend. pretty fancy huh?

3 months ain't got nothin' on me

dedicated

HurlyPrincess281 (7:08:24 PM): oh...i would suck cock right now for mexican food...thats how bad i want it
HurlyPrincess281 (7:08:30 PM): its addicting...like cigs
NutMeg09 (7:08:58 PM): i know, jamie, i know.

http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=041207202616-496256

All I can really say about my birthday is that it was way more than I expected. So.. thank you :)

Definitely good times.

Good drunken roomie love.
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This is just precious :)
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I'm a little more drunk than Kate.
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Adam's turn.
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Me and Abram
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It's a little dark, but me and Adam enjoying the day of my birth.
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Hitting the beer bong.
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It just doesn't get any better than this.

Some people get soo moody
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That's what you get when you TRY and take a nap when both me and Adam are hyper.
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