Finally out of the hospital, actually I was released Wednesday but I've just been too occupied to update.
I was admitted to emergency because my throat had closed over and was looking rather disgusting, to which the nurses couldn't even look without screwing up their faces. Spent four hours in fast track and then I was moved to St. Claire's until Wednesday morning when I was discharged with a perscription and sent home.
I've been in bed for the past two days sleeping and twaking around on my bass when I get bed sores. The plus side to all this is I've been eating mad amounts of jell-o, which is about the only thing that doesn't hurt on the way down. I don't think I'm going back to finish off this semester either, but I'm going to have to talk to my parents about that. Considering there's about a month left and I've missed a week there's a high chance that I'd fail or I'd do very poorly.
So much to worry about...
3/2/07
2/18/07
Friday, I started my mid-term break at 6:30 a.m.
Got a shower and then MattyP showed up and we went around doing shit, which was really very fun, better then going to class and then leaving an hour later. Got booze and then went to Alexi's for the "stuff".
Brad had us over and we hot-boxed his room and it was awesome. First time being baked and I have to say what fun it was; I figured I'd be up high all night, but when I got to work, I was back to normal. And then at MattyP's party, we had a good time with coolers and other booze and then when Alexi showed up, he rolled us up and we got baked again.
Now, I know that I shouldn't have, but it was fun all the same and at about 4 yesterday, I got home and realised that I have a cold or the flu or something. Someone asked me if it was because of the weed and I don't think it is, but then again it could very well have been.
Aching all over and tired beyond belief, but when I try to sleep, I can't and then I get way too hot. Fuck, being sick ruins your mid-term break.
Got a shower and then MattyP showed up and we went around doing shit, which was really very fun, better then going to class and then leaving an hour later. Got booze and then went to Alexi's for the "stuff".
Brad had us over and we hot-boxed his room and it was awesome. First time being baked and I have to say what fun it was; I figured I'd be up high all night, but when I got to work, I was back to normal. And then at MattyP's party, we had a good time with coolers and other booze and then when Alexi showed up, he rolled us up and we got baked again.
Now, I know that I shouldn't have, but it was fun all the same and at about 4 yesterday, I got home and realised that I have a cold or the flu or something. Someone asked me if it was because of the weed and I don't think it is, but then again it could very well have been.
Aching all over and tired beyond belief, but when I try to sleep, I can't and then I get way too hot. Fuck, being sick ruins your mid-term break.
2/14/07
Tagged and released into the wild
SO, I got tagged by Jam.
And the secrets come out...
1. I'm not comfortable with myself at all. Period. Nothing at all about me is something I'm proud of, considering I got to where I am today by disallusioning myself as to what I should have been, I forgot who I was and everything I've done up until now is trying to figure myself out. My moments of "quiet reflection" are ones where I'm trying not to say or do anything like I would "normally". People who like me, like a fake, people who like the old me like a half-way-fake person.
2. I like country music, it calms me down and keeps me docile. Don't ask, all you need to know is that I was raised on it and I like it.
3. I have a crush on a friend and it's not the person you think it is. Moving on.
4. When I was a kid, I wanted to be Robin from "Batman and Robin", seeing as my dad was Bruce Wayne (those is his actual first and middle names), now I want to be an actor/voice actor/rockstar/sex god.
5. All beer, and I do mean ALL BEER tastes the same to me. Shut up and let me finish my goddamned statements before you drop yourself down my throat and attack me; TO ME, it's the SAME. TO YOU, it is NOT.
Yeah, that last one, it's nothing to do with anything, but too bad. I'm having a nice Valentine's Day; I have no date or anyone to really be cuddly with today, but that doesn't matter as I have myself and that's all I really need.
And the secrets come out...
1. I'm not comfortable with myself at all. Period. Nothing at all about me is something I'm proud of, considering I got to where I am today by disallusioning myself as to what I should have been, I forgot who I was and everything I've done up until now is trying to figure myself out. My moments of "quiet reflection" are ones where I'm trying not to say or do anything like I would "normally". People who like me, like a fake, people who like the old me like a half-way-fake person.
2. I like country music, it calms me down and keeps me docile. Don't ask, all you need to know is that I was raised on it and I like it.
3. I have a crush on a friend and it's not the person you think it is. Moving on.
4. When I was a kid, I wanted to be Robin from "Batman and Robin", seeing as my dad was Bruce Wayne (those is his actual first and middle names), now I want to be an actor/voice actor/rockstar/sex god.
5. All beer, and I do mean ALL BEER tastes the same to me. Shut up and let me finish my goddamned statements before you drop yourself down my throat and attack me; TO ME, it's the SAME. TO YOU, it is NOT.
Yeah, that last one, it's nothing to do with anything, but too bad. I'm having a nice Valentine's Day; I have no date or anyone to really be cuddly with today, but that doesn't matter as I have myself and that's all I really need.
2/11/07
Life is like running down the street with an AK-47
So, this weekend was pretty okay.
Trelyn's party on Friday night was awesome; video games, junk food with friends. After that, parents decided that I could stay out for a bit, so I got MattyP and Kathleen at Tim's and we drove around for an hour before I had to go home and sleep. I've got a sleeping pattern down now (involving waking up for ten minutes between 2:30 and 3:30 in the morning) and it's sweet.
Saturday I did nothing until 6 when I went out to dinner with mom and dad and then the Buddy Wasisname show at the Arts and Culture Center; it was so good and so funny, they get better everytime I see them. Yes, I'm proud to be a Newfoundlander and embrace the comedy and music of my land. Fuck it was a sweet night. Didn't sleep too well though, but I woke up to toutons and bacon and ham and moose sausage. Best way to wake up.
All day today (Sunday) I read some and watched some Hellsing and read more and realized I have a reading to do for English tomorrow and I'm reading the Chuck Palahniuk short-story Guts and I hope I can do the whole thing, it's just better that way. Hoping to get someone to faint, but I'm not holding my breath on that one (pardon the pun there).
I'm waiting up July 4 because Volume 8 of Hellsing comes out after almost two years! Gotta love that vampiric Nazi killing and the big boys and there guns and the one female character with a chest (which gets bigger in ever frame) as they go around being silly bitches. Oh my, I have weird tastes. Celtic folk music, vampire Nazis, short stories about crazy fuckin' shit!
MattyP's party on Friday, I'm stoked. No better way to start a midterm break then partying with your best buddy and some random people. Five days until party, neglecting classes all the way and not caring. Life is sweet and sour.
Trelyn's party on Friday night was awesome; video games, junk food with friends. After that, parents decided that I could stay out for a bit, so I got MattyP and Kathleen at Tim's and we drove around for an hour before I had to go home and sleep. I've got a sleeping pattern down now (involving waking up for ten minutes between 2:30 and 3:30 in the morning) and it's sweet.
Saturday I did nothing until 6 when I went out to dinner with mom and dad and then the Buddy Wasisname show at the Arts and Culture Center; it was so good and so funny, they get better everytime I see them. Yes, I'm proud to be a Newfoundlander and embrace the comedy and music of my land. Fuck it was a sweet night. Didn't sleep too well though, but I woke up to toutons and bacon and ham and moose sausage. Best way to wake up.
All day today (Sunday) I read some and watched some Hellsing and read more and realized I have a reading to do for English tomorrow and I'm reading the Chuck Palahniuk short-story Guts and I hope I can do the whole thing, it's just better that way. Hoping to get someone to faint, but I'm not holding my breath on that one (pardon the pun there).
I'm waiting up July 4 because Volume 8 of Hellsing comes out after almost two years! Gotta love that vampiric Nazi killing and the big boys and there guns and the one female character with a chest (which gets bigger in ever frame) as they go around being silly bitches. Oh my, I have weird tastes. Celtic folk music, vampire Nazis, short stories about crazy fuckin' shit!
MattyP's party on Friday, I'm stoked. No better way to start a midterm break then partying with your best buddy and some random people. Five days until party, neglecting classes all the way and not caring. Life is sweet and sour.
2/8/07
"fight club only exists between the time when fight club starts and when fight club ends"
I love reading books. I mean, I really love to read books.
Yes, I'm reading Fight Club again as well as reading my classics book, Frankenstein, Haunted and about a hundred different fanfictions and short stories that people have written; both "worksafe" and "adult". And still, I can't write anything past my fantasy project, which is kind of a bummer. Oh well, at least I'm writing.
MUN fucking sucks. I hate going to classes and I hate having to worry about school. I should just start a soap company. Paper Street Soap Company. Just need to get fat and a lot of it. Maybe I need to stop reading Fight Club for a while, but then again, the first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about fight club.
If I want to get into the RNC, I have to do psychology and sociology in MUN, which I wouldn't mind doing, but I hate MUN. Maybe I'll just do the two courses and nothing else. We'll see how that goes and if I have to do three, I'll do another english course because I like english. So much shit to sift through.
Party tomorrow night. Trelyn's 19th, which is going to be fun. I haven't seen him in ages, since Zack's party back before Christmas, I'm headed down after work tomorrow night. Robyn's having another party tomorrow as well, but I'm going to Trelyn's, though I may swing by her place afterwards, just to see what's on the go. Maybe pick up some tail. Ahahahahahaha! Yeah, like that will ever happen. I'm doomed to having "poor quality" lays and shitty relationships. Poor me, emo about being lonely again. I need to drink more, if you drink people will come. They will come, be it the cops or friends or not, someone will show up.
Yes, I'm reading Fight Club again as well as reading my classics book, Frankenstein, Haunted and about a hundred different fanfictions and short stories that people have written; both "worksafe" and "adult". And still, I can't write anything past my fantasy project, which is kind of a bummer. Oh well, at least I'm writing.
MUN fucking sucks. I hate going to classes and I hate having to worry about school. I should just start a soap company. Paper Street Soap Company. Just need to get fat and a lot of it. Maybe I need to stop reading Fight Club for a while, but then again, the first rule of fight club is: you do not talk about fight club.
If I want to get into the RNC, I have to do psychology and sociology in MUN, which I wouldn't mind doing, but I hate MUN. Maybe I'll just do the two courses and nothing else. We'll see how that goes and if I have to do three, I'll do another english course because I like english. So much shit to sift through.
Party tomorrow night. Trelyn's 19th, which is going to be fun. I haven't seen him in ages, since Zack's party back before Christmas, I'm headed down after work tomorrow night. Robyn's having another party tomorrow as well, but I'm going to Trelyn's, though I may swing by her place afterwards, just to see what's on the go. Maybe pick up some tail. Ahahahahahaha! Yeah, like that will ever happen. I'm doomed to having "poor quality" lays and shitty relationships. Poor me, emo about being lonely again. I need to drink more, if you drink people will come. They will come, be it the cops or friends or not, someone will show up.
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