2004-11-16 19:21:57
drunken Karaoke
Weddings all over the place.
My co-worker Matt and I were talking about how I am still
trying to get over Danielle's boyfriend/maybe fiance.
He said he could see me crashing their wedding reception
wearing my own bridal gown, getting up on stage and
singing "I Wanna Dance With Somebody." And then Matt
would rip the mike from my hands and say, "sorry
everyone, for that. Come on Connie, let's go. We need to
get you back to the home now."
That's really sad but it cheered me up... So, should I
sing "I Wanna Dance With Somebody," or Maddona's "Like a
Virgin?" I'll think about it later.
Because my friends Steve and Andrea got engaged! Yep,
she's moving back home and Steve will stop bringing home a
new girl every month. Which means that I will finally
fulfill my childhood dream of being a bridesmaid.
Seriously, I've always wanted to be one. I never got to
be a flower girl when I was little. I looked to much like
a boy. I didn't learn how to grow hair until I was about
4.
Anyway, so I will get to be a bridesmaid. But I will have
to walk with Greg instead of Don, because Don is the best
man. I am not the Maid of Honor. It will probably be her
cousin. Which will be weird because she is Greg's ex-
girlfriend.
Why am I thinking about this now? It's quite a ways
away. But last night we were out really late
celebrating. And it felt so good to not care about my
unfair curfew.
****flash forward*****
I remember when this wedding happened. Years later. Although Don and I were no longer together, I was invited by Steve to be Don's date. But I declined. I went out swing dancing with Matt that night instead :)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Pyrotechnics
2004-11-14 06:49:39
Pyrotechnics
I learned a very important lesson tonight.
Not only can nail polish remover be used to clean your
fingernails, and dissolve superglue (if you soak it for
1/2
hour) But apparently, is extremely flammable. Trust me on
this.
And also, did you know that when lit it forms a protective
coat on the dresser or lets say, the bed? it's the
neatest
thing. Seriously, Jessi's entire corner of her dresser
went up in flames and when we finally put the fire out
with
some Mountain Dew, you couldn't see any burn marks. I was
as if it never happened. Except for the smell. But we
covered that up with her sisters musk perfume and fled the
house immediately before anyone caught on.
I learned something else tonight. Even though sometimes I
get board, I do still love Don. Maybe it's a comfort
thing
I don't know. My therapist and I are trying to work it
out. I'm ashamed to say that deep down, I need him.
So it really sucks that he is going to break up with me
this summer when he finds out that I am going to Rome.
Maybe I'll make up another lie. Like, I'll make up an
uncle and have him die, and then say that I'll be in Philly
for nine days. I hate lying.
*****flash forward*****
Forget the fact that I was brain dead and didn't realize nail polish remover is flammable - I don't even remember what we were doing with fire in the first place. Not important, I guess.
But it's true - I really did hate lying. My defense at the time was, if he would just let me do what I want to do, I wouldn't have to lie to him.
So I finally manned up, (this was much later) and told Don the truth about my upcoming trip to Rome. And as I speculated, he was furious. We fought and screamed at each other for no less than four hours, on the one night we had planned to actually go out. Ultimately, he told me if I went he wouldn't be here when I got back...Mr. Wonderful would have never said that....
Spoiler alert: I chose Rome.
Pyrotechnics
I learned a very important lesson tonight.
Not only can nail polish remover be used to clean your
fingernails, and dissolve superglue (if you soak it for
1/2
hour) But apparently, is extremely flammable. Trust me on
this.
And also, did you know that when lit it forms a protective
coat on the dresser or lets say, the bed? it's the
neatest
thing. Seriously, Jessi's entire corner of her dresser
went up in flames and when we finally put the fire out
with
some Mountain Dew, you couldn't see any burn marks. I was
as if it never happened. Except for the smell. But we
covered that up with her sisters musk perfume and fled the
house immediately before anyone caught on.
I learned something else tonight. Even though sometimes I
get board, I do still love Don. Maybe it's a comfort
thing
I don't know. My therapist and I are trying to work it
out. I'm ashamed to say that deep down, I need him.
So it really sucks that he is going to break up with me
this summer when he finds out that I am going to Rome.
Maybe I'll make up another lie. Like, I'll make up an
uncle and have him die, and then say that I'll be in Philly
for nine days. I hate lying.
*****flash forward*****
Forget the fact that I was brain dead and didn't realize nail polish remover is flammable - I don't even remember what we were doing with fire in the first place. Not important, I guess.
But it's true - I really did hate lying. My defense at the time was, if he would just let me do what I want to do, I wouldn't have to lie to him.
So I finally manned up, (this was much later) and told Don the truth about my upcoming trip to Rome. And as I speculated, he was furious. We fought and screamed at each other for no less than four hours, on the one night we had planned to actually go out. Ultimately, he told me if I went he wouldn't be here when I got back...Mr. Wonderful would have never said that....
Spoiler alert: I chose Rome.
Screw You Don!
2004-11-13 17:54:35
Screw You Don!
So, the swelling did go down a bit. It doesn't really hurt
anymore but there is this lumping thing underneath my
tights. Ballet tights don't hide anything.
On another subject, I am going to ditch Don again tonight. I'll tell him that my aunt has tickets to a play,
or he'll think i'm still sick or something. I hate lying,
but I just can't bear the thought of another night sitting
around watching T.V. Sometimes that is just fine. I get so
board! I sit there thinking about all the things I could
be doing, (or worse, what Danielle and Mr.Wonderful are
doing)and I get so angry. And then Don will ask, "what's
worng?" and of coarse I can't tell him. Dosen't he
understand that I am with him in my own spare time? He
doesn't even come to pick me up like a real gentlemen
should.
There is no telling what will happen at Jessi's tonight.
Sometimes we have really eventful nights where we go out
just looking for things to jump off of. Other times, we
will go out to buy yarn and bake banana bread. But when
I'm with her I always have a good time.
So tonight, Screw you Don!
More likely I will go over there and use her sewing kit to
stich up some new ribbons on my pointe shoes. But maybe
after that we will go bowling or something. Who knows.
*****flash forward*****
One of the biggest mysteries I'm trying to solve while doing this is why did I spend so much time with someone I was so bored with? Maybe I thought it was better to be bored with my boyfriend rather than be bored at home. But that's just a theory. Back then I was a much more social person and more adventurous than Don. Not to mention ambitious.
I can't say I'm proud of lying to him so much.
Screw You Don!
So, the swelling did go down a bit. It doesn't really hurt
anymore but there is this lumping thing underneath my
tights. Ballet tights don't hide anything.
On another subject, I am going to ditch Don again tonight. I'll tell him that my aunt has tickets to a play,
or he'll think i'm still sick or something. I hate lying,
but I just can't bear the thought of another night sitting
around watching T.V. Sometimes that is just fine. I get so
board! I sit there thinking about all the things I could
be doing, (or worse, what Danielle and Mr.Wonderful are
doing)and I get so angry. And then Don will ask, "what's
worng?" and of coarse I can't tell him. Dosen't he
understand that I am with him in my own spare time? He
doesn't even come to pick me up like a real gentlemen
should.
There is no telling what will happen at Jessi's tonight.
Sometimes we have really eventful nights where we go out
just looking for things to jump off of. Other times, we
will go out to buy yarn and bake banana bread. But when
I'm with her I always have a good time.
So tonight, Screw you Don!
More likely I will go over there and use her sewing kit to
stich up some new ribbons on my pointe shoes. But maybe
after that we will go bowling or something. Who knows.
*****flash forward*****
One of the biggest mysteries I'm trying to solve while doing this is why did I spend so much time with someone I was so bored with? Maybe I thought it was better to be bored with my boyfriend rather than be bored at home. But that's just a theory. Back then I was a much more social person and more adventurous than Don. Not to mention ambitious.
I can't say I'm proud of lying to him so much.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Misdemeanors
2004-11-13 06:22:52
Misdemeanors
Another friday night wasted.
Well, almost wasted. Thankfully not, to my quick action.
I suppose it all started when Don and I were sitting in his
room and watching my favorite show. This
ad came on saying that one of my favorite comedians was coming to
the Fox in January. I said, "oh my gosh, we have to
go." "I don't have the money," was all my boyfriend could
roll over and say.
Which is a total lie, cuz if Raw
WWE was in town, you would never see anyone whip out a
check book so fast.
What gets me is that I know Mr. Wonderful will be taking
Danielle. That is why he is, in fact, Mr. Wonderful. (not
really. I call him that because awhile back, Danielle
wrote a really lame poem about him called "Wonderful")
So it was like 9:30, and we were just laying around being
board. I decided that I had had enough and faked being
sick so I could go home.
But of course I didn't go home! I flew over to Jessi's, my
partner in crime. She had just got back from a banquet so she was pretty tired. There wasn't much to
do so we just knocked over a few liquor stores.
Not really, of coarse. But we did brake into her
neighbor's back yard and lounge in his hot tub. But it's
okay, if he saw us in his hot tub, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
I do have a swollen knee from going over the fence in
nothing but a bikini. I hope the swelling goes down before
I have to dance on it tomorrow.
*****flash forward*****
yeah, in the country there's not too much girls can do for fun. I spent a lot of my childhood in the woods.
Misdemeanors
Another friday night wasted.
Well, almost wasted. Thankfully not, to my quick action.
I suppose it all started when Don and I were sitting in his
room and watching my favorite show. This
ad came on saying that one of my favorite comedians was coming to
the Fox in January. I said, "oh my gosh, we have to
go." "I don't have the money," was all my boyfriend could
roll over and say.
Which is a total lie, cuz if Raw
WWE was in town, you would never see anyone whip out a
check book so fast.
What gets me is that I know Mr. Wonderful will be taking
Danielle. That is why he is, in fact, Mr. Wonderful. (not
really. I call him that because awhile back, Danielle
wrote a really lame poem about him called "Wonderful")
So it was like 9:30, and we were just laying around being
board. I decided that I had had enough and faked being
sick so I could go home.
But of course I didn't go home! I flew over to Jessi's, my
partner in crime. She had just got back from a banquet so she was pretty tired. There wasn't much to
do so we just knocked over a few liquor stores.
Not really, of coarse. But we did brake into her
neighbor's back yard and lounge in his hot tub. But it's
okay, if he saw us in his hot tub, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
I do have a swollen knee from going over the fence in
nothing but a bikini. I hope the swelling goes down before
I have to dance on it tomorrow.
*****flash forward*****
yeah, in the country there's not too much girls can do for fun. I spent a lot of my childhood in the woods.
Aching Spine
2004-11-12 04:38:38
Aching Spine
I don't have much to write... exccet that I've survived
another day.
Ben the Nerd and I worked on some more meditation today.
He says soon I will be able to change my whole way of
thinking. I will be a positive person! It frustrates me
because instead of helping me relax, it makes my spine
ache. I only feel more at a breaking point when we are
finished. But I appreciate him helping me.
I caught him staring at me. I asked him what the matter
was and he said, "oh, nothing. I was just noticing your
hair." I am clueless as to how to take that.
Tonight, I tried to unload my worries off to Don, but that
only lead to him "solving my problems" and him talking
about his life is much worse off. So then we were both
depressed.
I eventually got frustrated and began to hit him
fiercely with a pillow, which only lead to a play fight,
which lead to a severe blow to the head.
I cried. Not because of the throbbing pain, but because
all I felt like the whole day was crying. It was hard to
stop.
*****flash forward*****
This is about the time I started spending a lot of time with Ben. He was just so different from all the other stupid boys I spent time with. He was extremely intelligent, very kind, a great listener, and a marvelous shopping companion - my perfect gay bff. For all I knew, at least...
And laugh all you want, but there has always been a bit of angst in me. Sometimes, at the most inappropriate times, I just felt like crying.
Aching Spine
I don't have much to write... exccet that I've survived
another day.
Ben the Nerd and I worked on some more meditation today.
He says soon I will be able to change my whole way of
thinking. I will be a positive person! It frustrates me
because instead of helping me relax, it makes my spine
ache. I only feel more at a breaking point when we are
finished. But I appreciate him helping me.
I caught him staring at me. I asked him what the matter
was and he said, "oh, nothing. I was just noticing your
hair." I am clueless as to how to take that.
Tonight, I tried to unload my worries off to Don, but that
only lead to him "solving my problems" and him talking
about his life is much worse off. So then we were both
depressed.
I eventually got frustrated and began to hit him
fiercely with a pillow, which only lead to a play fight,
which lead to a severe blow to the head.
I cried. Not because of the throbbing pain, but because
all I felt like the whole day was crying. It was hard to
stop.
*****flash forward*****
This is about the time I started spending a lot of time with Ben. He was just so different from all the other stupid boys I spent time with. He was extremely intelligent, very kind, a great listener, and a marvelous shopping companion - my perfect gay bff. For all I knew, at least...
And laugh all you want, but there has always been a bit of angst in me. Sometimes, at the most inappropriate times, I just felt like crying.
Haunt Me Forever
Oh, this is just too much!!!!
2004-11-10 02:48:58
Haunt Me Forever
My aunt, whom I stay with on days I am at school, says I
should enjoy being young. But I see nothing enjoyable
about it. Sure, I've got this tight little body (that I
will probably let go to hell if I ever squeeze out any
children.) But every thing else sucks. I'm alone, broke,
busy with no free time what so ever, and completely
stressed out. If these are the best years of my life,
then I'm not sure the rest is worth living.
I know I vowed never to care or think about Mr. Wonderful
ever again. But the green eyed monster of jealousy just
won't leave me alone. You'll never guess what he and
Little Miss Perfect-in-every-way Danielle did. THEY TOOK
OUT A RETIREMENT FUND TOGETHER!!!! So you know what that
means, they are practically engaged now.
Why can't I just be happy for them? Maybe because seeing
them together makes me nauseous and images of there future
haunt my depressing dreams. I guess I just feel so
stupid. I was once happy with him and we had everything.
I am not ashamed to say that That summer was the best time
of my misspent youth. But I threw it all away for
something ridiculous. Now it is too late. All is lost.
Remembering the times we had together makes me want to
beat myself with my own shoe. It is literally tearing me
apart.
I have a friend, Ben the Nerd, I have mentioned him
before. He helps me with my meditation, and is very
knowledgeable in the ways of energies and aruas and
psychology. He is like obsessed with memorization and is
always reading all these books to help you remember things
better and improve your skills.
I asked him if there was anyway you could erase memories.
But he said no, because they are tied in with emotions and
is permanently burned into your brain. There was
nothing he could do to help me.
So I guess I am doomed to have my happy memories haunt me
forever.
*****flash forward*****
Oh, woe is me!!! My life is not worth living :( All is lost!
HA hahahha! *sigh*
On a side note - I still remember that tight little body. It already went to hell ;)
2004-11-10 02:48:58
Haunt Me Forever
My aunt, whom I stay with on days I am at school, says I
should enjoy being young. But I see nothing enjoyable
about it. Sure, I've got this tight little body (that I
will probably let go to hell if I ever squeeze out any
children.) But every thing else sucks. I'm alone, broke,
busy with no free time what so ever, and completely
stressed out. If these are the best years of my life,
then I'm not sure the rest is worth living.
I know I vowed never to care or think about Mr. Wonderful
ever again. But the green eyed monster of jealousy just
won't leave me alone. You'll never guess what he and
Little Miss Perfect-in-every-way Danielle did. THEY TOOK
OUT A RETIREMENT FUND TOGETHER!!!! So you know what that
means, they are practically engaged now.
Why can't I just be happy for them? Maybe because seeing
them together makes me nauseous and images of there future
haunt my depressing dreams. I guess I just feel so
stupid. I was once happy with him and we had everything.
I am not ashamed to say that That summer was the best time
of my misspent youth. But I threw it all away for
something ridiculous. Now it is too late. All is lost.
Remembering the times we had together makes me want to
beat myself with my own shoe. It is literally tearing me
apart.
I have a friend, Ben the Nerd, I have mentioned him
before. He helps me with my meditation, and is very
knowledgeable in the ways of energies and aruas and
psychology. He is like obsessed with memorization and is
always reading all these books to help you remember things
better and improve your skills.
I asked him if there was anyway you could erase memories.
But he said no, because they are tied in with emotions and
is permanently burned into your brain. There was
nothing he could do to help me.
So I guess I am doomed to have my happy memories haunt me
forever.
*****flash forward*****
Oh, woe is me!!! My life is not worth living :( All is lost!
HA hahahha! *sigh*
On a side note - I still remember that tight little body. It already went to hell ;)
Monday, September 7, 2009
Someday....Maybe
2004-11-08 15:19:57
someday....maybe
I suppose I stumbled upon another new page.
I will no longer pine and cry myself all the way home,
because of Mr. wonderful an other great guys that I missed
an opportunity with. They are in love and happy now. And
there is nothing I could ever do to change that.
I can only learn from these experiences and find the
qualities in these individuals that I like in the opposite
sex.
These guys are taken. And actually, so am I. There is no
point in dwelling in it or waiting around. It's doubtful,
but maybe the right guys is out there and will come
along....someday... maybe.
But that's not important right now.
*****flash forward*****
Believe it or not, Matt was one of those "other great guys I'd missed an opportunity with" (!) Crazy, I know. There are still days when I wake up and think, "No way! I married Matt Roberts!"
At that point in my life I was bored with school and only thinking about boys. Unhappy with the relationship I had left my old boyfriend for, I began reminiscing about Mr. Wonderful. (I called him that because Danielle wrote this stupid poem about him called, "wonderful." Seriously. It was just awful. But that's the writer in me talking, not the jealous ex.) What I somehow failed to remember, was that there were very legitimate reasons for breaking up with Dan. (Mr. Wonderful) He was always bringing up the fact that he was several years older than me and always suspicious when I went to hang out with my friends. I left my diary in his car once when he took me to school and not only did he read everything, but highlighted important sentences and made notes!!!
But I guess at the time of the entry I forgot about all this. I just remembered the good times and wanted to feel that way again. It killed me to see him with Danielle, and my place of work, no less.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to have a relationship with one of the other guys I "missed out on." It was kind of a secret thing. Because of social politics not a lot of people knew about it. It didn't really work out. We had to sneak around alot. I would tell my roommates I was going to work, when I was really going to the movies, or the botanical gardens with him. Then when I would get home all of our friends would be over at my place and he would show up sometime later, like nothing happened. Luckily, and I thank God for this, we ended it before everything blew up in our faces. But that's another blog...saga...made for c.w. drama.
What a mess.
someday....maybe
I suppose I stumbled upon another new page.
I will no longer pine and cry myself all the way home,
because of Mr. wonderful an other great guys that I missed
an opportunity with. They are in love and happy now. And
there is nothing I could ever do to change that.
I can only learn from these experiences and find the
qualities in these individuals that I like in the opposite
sex.
These guys are taken. And actually, so am I. There is no
point in dwelling in it or waiting around. It's doubtful,
but maybe the right guys is out there and will come
along....someday... maybe.
But that's not important right now.
*****flash forward*****
Believe it or not, Matt was one of those "other great guys I'd missed an opportunity with" (!) Crazy, I know. There are still days when I wake up and think, "No way! I married Matt Roberts!"
At that point in my life I was bored with school and only thinking about boys. Unhappy with the relationship I had left my old boyfriend for, I began reminiscing about Mr. Wonderful. (I called him that because Danielle wrote this stupid poem about him called, "wonderful." Seriously. It was just awful. But that's the writer in me talking, not the jealous ex.) What I somehow failed to remember, was that there were very legitimate reasons for breaking up with Dan. (Mr. Wonderful) He was always bringing up the fact that he was several years older than me and always suspicious when I went to hang out with my friends. I left my diary in his car once when he took me to school and not only did he read everything, but highlighted important sentences and made notes!!!
But I guess at the time of the entry I forgot about all this. I just remembered the good times and wanted to feel that way again. It killed me to see him with Danielle, and my place of work, no less.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to have a relationship with one of the other guys I "missed out on." It was kind of a secret thing. Because of social politics not a lot of people knew about it. It didn't really work out. We had to sneak around alot. I would tell my roommates I was going to work, when I was really going to the movies, or the botanical gardens with him. Then when I would get home all of our friends would be over at my place and he would show up sometime later, like nothing happened. Luckily, and I thank God for this, we ended it before everything blew up in our faces. But that's another blog...saga...made for c.w. drama.
What a mess.
Blond Migraine Part II
Where was I? oh, yes.
I ditched my partner in crime because she keeps trying to
hook me up with this guy that a) I want nothing to do with
and b) I already have a boyfriend.
So thursday when Don woke me up, I was in excrutiating
pain. Anyone who has had a migraine knows. He got me an
ice pack and wet rag as any good boyfriend should. But he
probably made a mistake when he called our friend Steve to
bring me my medicine.
fifteen minutes later he barged in the bathroom(which I
was puking in) flipped on the light and said, I thought
you might need this. I turned around to look at him and
ask him in God's name who he thought he was to disturb me,
but when I did he was mooning me! Which made me gag up a
gut.
I took some meds and layed down for a while while the boys
played Smackdown vs. Raw. Within an hour I got up an
announced that I was feeling better. (I usually do after a wrenching fest.)
Don had just gotten paid that day, so we had to go get my
hair done. It's not something I really wanted to do...
But he has been begging me to go blond for like ever, so
when he offered to pay, I decided to try it.
BIG MISTAKE!
I look awful. I went in there with a the cover of the DVD
Girl next door, cuz I kinda look like her anyway. I came
out looking like Rose McGowen. EEWWW. I'm telling
everyone that I lost a bet. People say that it doesn't
look that bad, but I miss my normal brown hair.
At least Don likes it.
*****flash forward****
A lot of people wonder why I have this crude streak in my personality. Well this is why - I spent the better part of my misspent youth hanging out with boys. Crude, beltching, reckless, disgusting boys! I even lived with one for a year - strictly platonic.
I still had my girlfriends, but boys were just easier to relate to, I guess. Boys don't care what you look like, as long as you accept them for who they are and like video games.
I ditched my partner in crime because she keeps trying to
hook me up with this guy that a) I want nothing to do with
and b) I already have a boyfriend.
So thursday when Don woke me up, I was in excrutiating
pain. Anyone who has had a migraine knows. He got me an
ice pack and wet rag as any good boyfriend should. But he
probably made a mistake when he called our friend Steve to
bring me my medicine.
fifteen minutes later he barged in the bathroom(which I
was puking in) flipped on the light and said, I thought
you might need this. I turned around to look at him and
ask him in God's name who he thought he was to disturb me,
but when I did he was mooning me! Which made me gag up a
gut.
I took some meds and layed down for a while while the boys
played Smackdown vs. Raw. Within an hour I got up an
announced that I was feeling better. (I usually do after a wrenching fest.)
Don had just gotten paid that day, so we had to go get my
hair done. It's not something I really wanted to do...
But he has been begging me to go blond for like ever, so
when he offered to pay, I decided to try it.
BIG MISTAKE!
I look awful. I went in there with a the cover of the DVD
Girl next door, cuz I kinda look like her anyway. I came
out looking like Rose McGowen. EEWWW. I'm telling
everyone that I lost a bet. People say that it doesn't
look that bad, but I miss my normal brown hair.
At least Don likes it.
*****flash forward****
A lot of people wonder why I have this crude streak in my personality. Well this is why - I spent the better part of my misspent youth hanging out with boys. Crude, beltching, reckless, disgusting boys! I even lived with one for a year - strictly platonic.
I still had my girlfriends, but boys were just easier to relate to, I guess. Boys don't care what you look like, as long as you accept them for who they are and like video games.
Blond Migraine Part I
Sorry I haven't updated this as closely as I'd promised. Time just seems to slip away from me in the real world. Anyhow, on with the show!
2004-11-05 20:40:26
Blond Migraine Part I
This will probably be a long entry because yesterday was a
very interesting day.
It started out like any other day. I was at school a
little early, so I was looking up some info on the
computer. Until suddenly, one letter of every word that I
read was suspiciously missing. When I looked around at
people and noticed that there was an emptiness in place of
everyone's face. I soon realized that I was about to have a
full blown migraine.
You never saw someone run down those stairs and out to the
parking lot so fast! Not many things scare me, but I was
terrified. I knew that by the time I got home to get my
medicine it would be to late to stop the inevitable. I
have a forty five minute drive home from school. About
five minutes onto the road, I looked out and didn't think
that any cars were there, but then a few spend by my window
into what vision I had left. And then the flashes started.
I get a migraine every six months like clockwork. The last
one I had was in the international terminal at JFK
airport. We were standing in this huge line and I was next, so there was no time to run to the bathroom before puking into a plastic bag my friend was holding open for me.
I knew I shouldn't have driven. But I couldn't stay at
school. Just about the time I started to go completely
blind from the flashes, I reached my boyfriends house. I
didn't expect him to be home, but he was. When I knocked
on the door, no one answered. So I took the liberty
of "letting myself in."
I expected him to be up at least, but he was still sound
asleep at nine in the morning. I later found out that he
was up till 4. I didn't bother to wake him. Instead I sought shelter on his sofa.
When he woke me he was already clean and dressed, and
curious as to my reason on setting up camp in his living room.
When I told him about my migraine, he sympathized but didn't
really seem to understand the situation.
I gotta go. My partner in crime has just arrived.
*****flash forward*****
I think I just corrected about fifty spelling errors. Some things never change.
I continue to have migraines and fear them even to this day.
Oh, and Jess is what i referred to as "my partner in crime." Nothing serious. We just paled around on her motorcycle, jumped off random things and toyed with the fragile emotions of angstful boys. Good times.
2004-11-05 20:40:26
Blond Migraine Part I
This will probably be a long entry because yesterday was a
very interesting day.
It started out like any other day. I was at school a
little early, so I was looking up some info on the
computer. Until suddenly, one letter of every word that I
read was suspiciously missing. When I looked around at
people and noticed that there was an emptiness in place of
everyone's face. I soon realized that I was about to have a
full blown migraine.
You never saw someone run down those stairs and out to the
parking lot so fast! Not many things scare me, but I was
terrified. I knew that by the time I got home to get my
medicine it would be to late to stop the inevitable. I
have a forty five minute drive home from school. About
five minutes onto the road, I looked out and didn't think
that any cars were there, but then a few spend by my window
into what vision I had left. And then the flashes started.
I get a migraine every six months like clockwork. The last
one I had was in the international terminal at JFK
airport. We were standing in this huge line and I was next, so there was no time to run to the bathroom before puking into a plastic bag my friend was holding open for me.
I knew I shouldn't have driven. But I couldn't stay at
school. Just about the time I started to go completely
blind from the flashes, I reached my boyfriends house. I
didn't expect him to be home, but he was. When I knocked
on the door, no one answered. So I took the liberty
of "letting myself in."
I expected him to be up at least, but he was still sound
asleep at nine in the morning. I later found out that he
was up till 4. I didn't bother to wake him. Instead I sought shelter on his sofa.
When he woke me he was already clean and dressed, and
curious as to my reason on setting up camp in his living room.
When I told him about my migraine, he sympathized but didn't
really seem to understand the situation.
I gotta go. My partner in crime has just arrived.
*****flash forward*****
I think I just corrected about fifty spelling errors. Some things never change.
I continue to have migraines and fear them even to this day.
Oh, and Jess is what i referred to as "my partner in crime." Nothing serious. We just paled around on her motorcycle, jumped off random things and toyed with the fragile emotions of angstful boys. Good times.
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