Popular Girls at My School and Why I Feel Sorry For Them

I was recently yelled at some girls who I thought were my friends. Why? Because I let slip that I felt sorry for one of JJMS's most popular girls, I'll call her... C.
Yeah, I know, everyone hates the plastics of this world, but you have to feel sorry for them too. What if they have no clue what to do in math class, and none of the girls will help her because she's so gorgeous, and none of the guys will 'cause the guys who do like her are too threatening? What if she has a sucky home life and gets picked on by older guys? What if she only has one true friend because everyone else just back stabs her? What if in 20 years, at a reunion, she's the unhappiest person there, because, someday, people will see through a pretty face?
And even if none of that were true, can you really be alive if you don't have a care in the world?

Let's Go Hoos!

Y'all have made me eat my words. GO HOOS!!!! PLEASEPLEASE have a better record than 3-8!!epp that winnin' streak goin! WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Sox's Clinch Division!!!!! (And Beckett's 20th)

That's right haters. Smell that??? That is the sweet smell of being one step closer to the Sox winning the World Series. We all knew it was a given, of course, on account of the Red Sox being the best team in baseball. Here comes the Pennant! It's rather astounding, how many people doubt the Sox. They haven't choked yet, so why should they now? Speaking of choking, here's an excellent video. Thanks, "bangedup." Mwahahahaha. Alright, total congrats to Josh Beckett on his 20th win. You're on fire, dude. GO SOX!!!!!!!!!

Sarah

Sarah D, thank you so much. I love you so much, girl. Thanks for always being there, whenever I need to talk about anything or need any support. You rock my face off, so thanks for everything. You are such a great friend. Bless You.



Sarah P- I love you too (even though you're a yanks fan- jk) girl! Miss you tons and bless you. You're in my thoughts.

Yankees SUCK

It's 12 at night and I'm tired, so I'll write more tomorrow. I got one thing to say: TWO ANA HALF GAMES, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GO RED SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maddigans

OMG Maddigans I love you. You are such a rocking girl! You are never ever ever crazy crazy depressed and never mean. Thank you so much! You, liked, saved me during Field Day when I was all depressed. And (I'm editing the previous post here) I LOVE ROOT BEER TOO!!!!!! Thanks so much for always being there. I will never ever forget my crazy Maddie. Love you girl!

People I Totally Have to Thank

People I probably have to hug a million times for all their prayers.
Mom, of course, for being there the entire 4-ana-half weeks I was sick. And for freaking out. I appreciated that. Daddy, too, for being so cool and nice about this whole thing. And the little kids too, for being sweet. And Uncle Adam and Aunt Heather and the boys and Aunt Steve and Uncle Barb and Megan for praying. Amaw, for worrying so much and giving me the bear (my bad dreams are gone!). And for all of Amaw's friends and churches who were praying for me, thank you so much! Bless you all! And all of my friends, omg, i love you guys so much! Thanks Sarah and Maddigans! I love you guys!!!!!!! Thank you doctors at Martha Jefferson, and thank you so much Dr. Campa. And finally, for everybody at Albemarle Square Family Heath-care, thanks you so so so much. Thank you for all the migraine solving pills, Dr. Andy, I love you so much, and thank you Andrea and Helen! You guys rule! And of course, Debbie, who I honestly think might be the nicest person I've ever met, thank you for the hugs and the .......... (chocolate!!!!!!) and the pen and the song! I love you all!
I can't forget thanking God and Jesus for getting me through this and helping all of my pain. Bless everybody.
And now I'm feeling dead, so I'm going to stop my break, go study, and then hit the bed before it's time to wake up.


PS, if I forgot anybody, please forgive me, because it's 12:30 in the morning and I am dead. Thank you too.

HOORAY!!!!!!! *Balloons and Confetti Falls*

I DON'T HAVE A BRAIN TUMOR!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited! My MRI was all clear, and I'm gonna be home-free once I get off the Depakote. Thank you everyone for all of your prayers.
MRI/Hospital Stuff- So the MRI really freaked me out. I'm claustrophobic anyway, but the whole 3 inches between your head and the wall got me way, way wigged out. So that was pretty nerve-wracking, but getting all the cool pictures of my brain from Martha Jefferson totally made up for it. Well, maybe it didn't make up for all the bloody noise (I swear the thing was louder than a jet's engine!), but it came pretty close.
Neurologist Stuff- So two hours and a venti orange spice latte later, I went to the neurologist across from the hospital, Dr. Justiniano Campo. As the name suggests, he's Spanish, going to college in Madrid. How cool is that? So anyway, in his awesome rich accent, he tells me everything's going to be fine, and all my nerve and eye damage, etc, etc, is going to be repared! So, baby, it is time to celebrate! Bring on the pointy hats!
Albemarle Square Stuff- Dr. Andy MacFarlan, my doctor, has been so good through all this, seeing me everyday. And God Bless the nurses, too. Andrea and Helen and everybody, you rock. And thank you Debbie, for all the ............... and the pen. I love then pen. Oh yes, and I love your singing!!!!

K, so thank you all, and as so as all the stupid migraines go away, I'll be better!!!!!!

SUPER Quick Update, Because I'm too Nervous to Sit Still

Hey everybody. Here's a quick update- can't dispense all the bubblegum right now because my drama group is so screwed if I don't do the script....

Alright, even though Doctor Andy says I don't have a brain tumor, I'm getting an MRI tomorrow morning, just to check. Feeling real confident here. Not. K, honestly, I'm nervous to death, but still kind of excited to get one, y'know? Can't wait to see how it works. Oh geez, phone's ringing. Bless all of you. I PROMISE to do a big thank you post later! God Bless you all, and thank you for your prayers.

Why I Haven't Been Here, or Another Explanation of Why I'm Sick and Won't Be Here

Haha. See, the title is a play-off on all those book titles and Shakespearean plays, et cetera, et cetera way back in the 1600s, for those of you who haven't noticed they were all titled Da-da-da-da-da-duh, or, da-da-da-da-dah. That bothers me, because for goodness sakes, thousands of people have a hard enough time remembering one title, they don't need two of 'em to make them feel dumb. Plus, having two titles is a bit selfish for those of us who have yet to get to a book published. Whoops, I'm rambling. Anyway, ah, crap, will edit later, chest is killing me, gotta go take meds. Nite.

UPS

Bless the shippers in brown. You got my books to me waaaaaaaaay sooner than expected. Thanks for Bloody Jack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

School Stuff I Missed

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SARAH AND KRISTA!!!!!! LOVE YOU GUYS!

Boradcasting folks, be serious, please. Y'all are not 2-year-olds.

Science and Spanish Stuff. Who wants to explain?

Eclipse. Kira, Jess gets it when you'e done. Then I want it back.

If You're Gonna Tease Me About Missing 2 Weeks of School, READ THIS!!!

Be you Alex or Austin, Sire Nosy or Concerned Friend, Here's my account of my 3-week illness.

WHY: Because I'm bloody sick, why else? No mates, I got a HPV/Ovarian Cancer vaccination that totally screwed up my body system.
SYMPTOMS: Day One: Chills, Fever, Hysteria. Other random parts of body systems shut down over the course of 3 weeks: Blind or Fuzzy Eyes, Pounding/Migraining Head, Dizziness, Hallucinations, Inattentiveness, Chest Aches, Muscle Pain, Stomach Cramps, Numb legs, Tingling Legs, Aches, and Over-Tiredness.
"WHEN AM I GONNA GET BETTER?": Excellent question. I'd like to know myself.
FOR GOSSIPER'S BENEFIT, "HOW AM I GONNA MAKE UP MY WORK?": Mind your own dang business.

I'll get better soon, I promise. Miss you all. Much Love!

I'm off the Books

So I was wrong. there's been roughly a dozen other girls with hyper-severe-allergic reactions to the dang vaccine. Hallelujah, I'm not an alien.

The Required (for 6th grade at least) Ovarian Cancer/HPV Vaccination:

Here's one for the medical books. Yours truly has suffered a severe allergic reaction to a stupid shot that only 6th graders are required to get. But no, in-8th-grade-but-still-only-12-big-sis has to get it too. It hurt going in, and it hurts 3 weeks later. For those of you who haven't heard my sob story yet this century, here's how the story goes.

More later, Mum's on the warpath!

Stuff I, or, More Likely, YOU, Missed

Barry Bond's 756th Homer: Congrats. Even though you're almost definitely a cheater, nice. You have gone where no baseball player has gone before. You've gotten more intentional walks than almost anyone in history. Just kidding. You're at, what, #761? And you show no intentions of stopping. Good Lord man, are you going to keep going to 800? You'll seriously hurt yourself. And hopefully A-rod in the process. I'd definitely rather see Bonds than Richboy.
Meteor Shower: I seriously don't think there is anything better than eating s'mores and watching burning space rocks flame up in the sky. The pictures were astronomical, too.
Lunar Eclipse: Stayed up 'til 2, woke up again at 5:30. And heck, it was so worth it. The Sky is so beautiful.
New School Year: Honestly, I can't express my joy at having another year of staying up til 3 in the morning, just to mind that my perfected paper would have still gotten a "100" with 300 less words. I hate public schools. There is no standard of excellence. And no standard for cafeteria food either, obviously. Vegetarians get no respect in this world. Plus, there's the fact that I've missed something like 9 of the 11 school days so far. And yes, haters, I'm getting to why.
Virginia Cavaliers Getting Their Butts Kicked, Again: Al Groh, let's face it, you and your son suck at coaching. Fire him. Then get fired. Cuz the Cavs ain't winnin'. Or sellin' tickets. But they are bringin' down shame. So get to it.
Boston Red Sox Still Rockin' Your Sox: Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the best team in the majors for 2 1/2 straight months?
Yankee Pitching Sucks: Yankees pitchin' sucks. Even if they get in the playoffs, how do they expect to compare to Josh Beckett?

Stupid Comcast

The single bloody reason I haven't written in over a month is because of stupid effing Comcast. First it was Adelphia, overcharging and not fixing and generally screwing us in every possible way. And now that Comcast has knocked every feasible competitor out of it's way, service is going to continue to suck. Oh well. At least I have internet service.