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Friday, December 22, 2006
It's been a long time
Wow. It really has been ages. Over a month since I've posted on this thing. I think its going to make me cry. *tears* Oh well. Thats life, deal with it. Right so, now I get to rave about the past month and a half. DAMN CAT, STOP STANDING IN FRONT OF THE MONITOR! *moves cat* Such an attention hog, god. Righto, well I should probably get on with talking about life. Even though I kind of don't want to because... life just isn't that cool. Hehe. Yeah....
So... I left off with Nanowrimo in my last post. I FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG! Sadly, most people will not understand how hard it was for me... because most people didn't bother trying to write so much in just one month. At first I was really into it, and I actually liked what I was producing. Plus my friends were trying it too, and I enjoyed talking about it and writing during school. Then.. after 5 or 6 days... I sometimes had better things to do then write. I also started thinking that my story, quite honestly, wasn't that good. School became too stressful for me to try to write during it as well. I had to rant rather then write, which was emotionally releaving but hardly productive, and a real energy sapper. The second week overall was okay though, I had all the good parts of my story left to cover and I still had the initiative to keep going. The weekend between week 2 and week 3 we went to Chicago, and poor Nadya was deprived of her writing time. However, she carried a notebook around everywhere which made it a little easier to get something done. So I fell behind a bit, though on Sunday I succeeded in catching up again. Unfortunately... week 3 had another surprise in store for me. On Tuesday I woke up in the morning thinking... oh shit my stomach hurts. This was quite normal for me though, so I didn't stress too much. That was until I got downstairs and realized... seeing food makes me nauseous. This... was a little more unusual. So I told my mom, who told me to take a painkiller and that it was probably just that time of month and I'll be fine. I believed her, silly me. So the day started, with me suffering during first hour but then getting better around second. The painkiller lasted until 5th hour though, where I honestly thought I might puke all over the table. Taryn and Zita and Alyssa were frightened. I had made the mistake of drinking too much fluid at once, and my stomach was rejecting it. Instead of going to the nurses office though, as I told my friends when i ran to the bathroom, I came back. I wasn't exactly thinking straight so... I thought I might still be okay and I should fight my own desire to go home. What a fucking idiot I am. I went to math, where my condition worsened and I barely stayed awake long enough for my teacher to shut up and for me to walk over to her. I shouldn't have waited that long, because by the time I reached her my naeseau had returned full circle. So after asking her for permission I ran to the bathroom AGAIN. Except this time, I did throw up. A lot. I came back to class after the bell rang and I asked my math teacher for a nurses pass. She agreed, knowing that nurses might not believe you if you only SAID you threw up. So I went there and tried to call my parents asking if they could take me home. NONE OF THEM PICKED UP THE PHONE. Tried to lie down and failed, so then I'm like hey I'll go back to class. Sat in biology for about a half hour, once again almost falling asleep and once again starting to feel really sick and deciding to leave. This time when I went to the nurse she was on break and told me to go to a different office, which I did. This time my parents were there. I told my dad to come get me, and then realized I had my coat downstairs and my backpack was still in the biology room. Shitcakes. Once I got my bag, I forgot about my coat again and went down to the main floor heading to the parking lot. Recalled that I had left my coat, and painfully went downstairs, where I almost fell down them. Then I realized I was feeling sick again and went to the bathroom, but I didn't throw up so I was like "I'll be okay..." STUPID STUPID ME. Went to my locker, and completely collapsed. Couldn't stand up, was too weak to move, too dizzy to see anything clearly. People were walking through the halls again, staring at me. Then my math teacher saw me and helped me get my coat. However, she was helping me keep walking but I unfortunately felt sick AGAIN. This time there was no bathroom around and I ended up barfing in a doorway. JKDFSHJKFGDHKHGJFDKJGDHFKJ
Cough. Keep going. So eventually they brought a wheelchair down for me, my aquantiance gave me a rose, and I was taken to the parking lot. The lady just opened the door before I could even get my coat on. So, after freezing my ass off, and dealing with my dad freaking out, we got to the car. Thank the LORD. It was the car. I had dreamt about it all day. Got home to the sanctuary of the couch, where I ate crackers and drank tiny sips of juice and slept for a long time. Obviously, I didn't exactly get to writing anything that day. Didn't go to school for the next three days either, but managed to get upstairs to type nevertheless. Found out, by glory, it was not that time of month, it was just the EFFING STOMACH FLU. By this point writing was much more of a painful, heart breaking task then ever before. It was draining... it was difficult to the core... but I kept going. The end was nearing.. and as shitty as I knew the story would be, I thought... MAYBE I'LL FEEL BETTER WHEN I'M DONE. Yeah. Ha. Right. Somehow, I finished. No idea how really... but microsoft word was what I went to every day... knowing I would somehow have to write the designated amount. In fact, I only caught up on what I had not written on the last two days. But the important thing.. I FINISHED. Phew. In one screwed up month, I got it allllllll done. Besides Nanowrimo I also got to go to Chicago, which was great. Really writing is the only other thing I remember about that month. Everything else.. kind of melted into the background of those monotone days.
Okay. I'm taking a break now because I've gotten too worked up.
So... I left off with Nanowrimo in my last post. I FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG! Sadly, most people will not understand how hard it was for me... because most people didn't bother trying to write so much in just one month. At first I was really into it, and I actually liked what I was producing. Plus my friends were trying it too, and I enjoyed talking about it and writing during school. Then.. after 5 or 6 days... I sometimes had better things to do then write. I also started thinking that my story, quite honestly, wasn't that good. School became too stressful for me to try to write during it as well. I had to rant rather then write, which was emotionally releaving but hardly productive, and a real energy sapper. The second week overall was okay though, I had all the good parts of my story left to cover and I still had the initiative to keep going. The weekend between week 2 and week 3 we went to Chicago, and poor Nadya was deprived of her writing time. However, she carried a notebook around everywhere which made it a little easier to get something done. So I fell behind a bit, though on Sunday I succeeded in catching up again. Unfortunately... week 3 had another surprise in store for me. On Tuesday I woke up in the morning thinking... oh shit my stomach hurts. This was quite normal for me though, so I didn't stress too much. That was until I got downstairs and realized... seeing food makes me nauseous. This... was a little more unusual. So I told my mom, who told me to take a painkiller and that it was probably just that time of month and I'll be fine. I believed her, silly me. So the day started, with me suffering during first hour but then getting better around second. The painkiller lasted until 5th hour though, where I honestly thought I might puke all over the table. Taryn and Zita and Alyssa were frightened. I had made the mistake of drinking too much fluid at once, and my stomach was rejecting it. Instead of going to the nurses office though, as I told my friends when i ran to the bathroom, I came back. I wasn't exactly thinking straight so... I thought I might still be okay and I should fight my own desire to go home. What a fucking idiot I am. I went to math, where my condition worsened and I barely stayed awake long enough for my teacher to shut up and for me to walk over to her. I shouldn't have waited that long, because by the time I reached her my naeseau had returned full circle. So after asking her for permission I ran to the bathroom AGAIN. Except this time, I did throw up. A lot. I came back to class after the bell rang and I asked my math teacher for a nurses pass. She agreed, knowing that nurses might not believe you if you only SAID you threw up. So I went there and tried to call my parents asking if they could take me home. NONE OF THEM PICKED UP THE PHONE. Tried to lie down and failed, so then I'm like hey I'll go back to class. Sat in biology for about a half hour, once again almost falling asleep and once again starting to feel really sick and deciding to leave. This time when I went to the nurse she was on break and told me to go to a different office, which I did. This time my parents were there. I told my dad to come get me, and then realized I had my coat downstairs and my backpack was still in the biology room. Shitcakes. Once I got my bag, I forgot about my coat again and went down to the main floor heading to the parking lot. Recalled that I had left my coat, and painfully went downstairs, where I almost fell down them. Then I realized I was feeling sick again and went to the bathroom, but I didn't throw up so I was like "I'll be okay..." STUPID STUPID ME. Went to my locker, and completely collapsed. Couldn't stand up, was too weak to move, too dizzy to see anything clearly. People were walking through the halls again, staring at me. Then my math teacher saw me and helped me get my coat. However, she was helping me keep walking but I unfortunately felt sick AGAIN. This time there was no bathroom around and I ended up barfing in a doorway. JKDFSHJKFGDHKHGJFDKJGDHFKJ
Cough. Keep going. So eventually they brought a wheelchair down for me, my aquantiance gave me a rose, and I was taken to the parking lot. The lady just opened the door before I could even get my coat on. So, after freezing my ass off, and dealing with my dad freaking out, we got to the car. Thank the LORD. It was the car. I had dreamt about it all day. Got home to the sanctuary of the couch, where I ate crackers and drank tiny sips of juice and slept for a long time. Obviously, I didn't exactly get to writing anything that day. Didn't go to school for the next three days either, but managed to get upstairs to type nevertheless. Found out, by glory, it was not that time of month, it was just the EFFING STOMACH FLU. By this point writing was much more of a painful, heart breaking task then ever before. It was draining... it was difficult to the core... but I kept going. The end was nearing.. and as shitty as I knew the story would be, I thought... MAYBE I'LL FEEL BETTER WHEN I'M DONE. Yeah. Ha. Right. Somehow, I finished. No idea how really... but microsoft word was what I went to every day... knowing I would somehow have to write the designated amount. In fact, I only caught up on what I had not written on the last two days. But the important thing.. I FINISHED. Phew. In one screwed up month, I got it allllllll done. Besides Nanowrimo I also got to go to Chicago, which was great. Really writing is the only other thing I remember about that month. Everything else.. kind of melted into the background of those monotone days.
Okay. I'm taking a break now because I've gotten too worked up.
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