Tags: appalachia


Push it real good

4 more sleeps 'til school.

My house is sparkly clean from boredom. My eyes hurt from staring at a computer monitor. Gossip Girl doesn't start 'til the 1st of September. What am I going to do with my life for the next few days?

Other than finish DDD obviously. The writing is amazing, I have to say I'm jealous. Also: I <3 Dexter and his sociopathy, it's killing me.

I have a fascination with tragedy

I really do. I hate it but I love it too much to care.

So, they told me in the exact words I've been waiting for that I have the job today. That was exciting. Has anyone reading this (you know, all 3 of you) ever seen The Jerk (w/ Steve Martin)? I'm currently celebrating the job like getting my name in the phone book: "I am somebody!!"

God, I love that movie. I should think about it more often. Ok, just a few quotes from IMDb for posterity. I really wished I owned it.

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But I digress.

I finished my painting today. It's uh... lovely. Like a 4th grader painted it for his/her mom. I lack the skillz yo. But my Art Ed roommate says it's fine so I am taking that as the Truth and turning the bitch in. It's hilarious, all black and white with a zebra and siamese cat having a stare down in a jungle- It looks like I puked charcoal and it came out in shapes. Maybe I'll post a picture of it here if I can borrow a digital camera.

Fantastic amount of work has gotten done lately. I'm having problems concentrating on one thing right now, but I'm hoping after this brief caffeine induced *SBS episode, I'll be able to get back to it. Whoa, seriously I just stopped typing to check out the fact that you can tell by the worn keys on my laptop that I'm right handed. Which makes me wonder, is that something that is universal? Or just me. I'm assuming things that would contribute to this would be I push harder with my right hand, the right hand briefly leaves and refinds the keys when I push enter/backspace/whatev, and probably the fact that I use my right hand more means there's more residue from other objects on the finger tips of that hand. This would have some affect on the plastic keys, right? Am I just talking crazy here or could this be a valid theory?

OMG do you see what I mean? I'm not even looking at the screen I'm staring into space with fixed eyes and I don't want to focus on anything but my mind. And I think I've lost it.

Wow- I'm going to go away from the computer now and do something to better mankind until I can focus again. And by bettering mankind I mean taking DVDs back to Blockbuster. You know, livin' that rockstar lifestyle.

**SBS- Saturated Brain Syndrome... when I get to that point where it feels like my brain is a saturated sponge and can't absord one more thing. It makes me innattentive, sluggish,  insane, and really really random. I can sit and stare at something without a visual thought for several minutes. This is not a medical term, but yet another KTKatical term to describe my various unexplained phenomena. Like my memorable bout of  Appalachia in 2006, for instance.

"Two sips from the cup of human kindness and I'm shitfaced..."

So, went to the doctor yesterday. Turns out I am not dying. I have to go to a sleep clinic. I am okay with this because Joey on Friends had to once. See, I am still smarting. DAMN YOU TBS OR WHOEVER INSISTED ON PLAYING THE LAST 10 EPISODES IN MARATHON FORM. DAMN YOU TO HELL! I'm gonna need some recovery time. Why yes, I am that lame, why do you ask?
My hips hurt.
I'm clean now! So that's good. Just took a shower :) WOOT! I take the longest showers evah. It's good thinking time. I just stand there with the water running and its relaxing and contentifying. (I am a aware I just made up a word) I lose any sense of time while in there, so it usually ends up that a short shower for me is like 30 minutes. Alright, now that you all know my bathing habits... XD
My dreams lately have been odd. And more than a little disturbing in some cases. Guh. *shudder* Kate knows what I'm talking about. There are going to be rules on this NYC trip, dude.
This was pointless. A long long time ago, I can still remember, how that music used to make me smile... SING IT, KATE!!! MUAHAHAHAH SUCKER!!

"Symptoms include fatigue..."

It has come to my attention that I am not a responsible livejournaler. Is that the noun? I don't know. I do not update very often anymore and I will strive to rectify this.
So that I don't have to type it 80 more times:
I'm sick.
I have odd symptoms all occuring together.
I'm having testing done.
I'm getting the results back on Friday.
My arm is sore from the needle. (I bruise so easily)
I'm kinda freaked out.
I mean, what the hell? Apparently, I have Appalachia with secondary Undetermined Causes. Mmmhmm. That's right. (Appalachia was Kate and I's term for my weird esophageal problems because we can't pronounce the real term- So now, my whole illness is lovingly referred to as "Appalachia")
I mean, I'm not dying. Well, I am, really, we all are, but still. I don't think I'm dying from Appalachia. It's just you always here about people who go in and get tested for one thing or another, and it turns out they have some other incurable disease or something. What if that happens? WHAT IF APPALACHIA IS TERMINAL?!?! See, I should just stop thinking. I'm freaking myself out. However, I have been assured that if it turns out I am dying, Jamie Ann is going to throw me the biggest party ever. I'm so tired and sore. I sleep more than anyone I know, but it still takes almost all of my will power to lift my head off the pillow in the morning(or afternoon, depending).
Wow, this is the second entry in a row that's depressing.