Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because... Yea I just came back home. Being in NJ with my friends was a blast. We went to Sandy Hook around 3am last night. I'm afraid, no, terrified of huge bodies of water, but being at the beach at that time makes me feel powerful. And I sure do like that feeling. At 5am we cruised around the empty streets of NYC. It's interesting to see how when everybody is sleeping, the nice folk hurriedly started opening their street carts with pretzels. We trespassed couple properties and for once we didn't get caught. It was nice. We talked about the times how we met and all. We laughed about the fact that when I first met them, they weren't so sure about me because I didn't dress like a person who listens to hard rock; they thought I was a Britney Spears listener... mwhahahah. Because I don't shop in Hot Topic and dress all in black, doesn't mean I'm not loving Rammstein or Deftones or SOAD. We took our potato launcher (which we made in 9th grade) and started shooting some potatoes in the middle of a park (which closes down at sundown and since it was around midnight, we were technically trespassing). It was all fun. Sometime between yesterday night and tonight, Dr. Steve called me and asked why I didn't visit him while being in NJ. So now I have to make house calls?Just found out that my friend, on whom I had a crush for some time, fell in love with some girl. I wish I could make myself believe that it's me... but I highly doubt it. Hopefully she's good to him. It's hard for me in a way because he tells me everything; every secret, every crush, every annoyance, everything.Tomorrow afternoon I'm going to the hospital. I will have pre-surgery MRIs done, some blood work, and be observed if I didn't eat anything... I am known for smuggling food into the hospitals. They'll probably shave my head tomorrow as well. I guess I will also get the "heads up" conversation with the surgeon (or maybe on Mon.) who will tell me the surgery is very simple and there's no way there could be any complications. He'll probably wave his certificates and diplomas in my face. Maybe he'll list how many successful surgeries he conducted. And me? I'm not interested in all this stuff, I don't care how many degrees and diplomas and awards he has, or how many successful surgeries he has done, I want to know how many people died under his drill and scalpel. I'll ask and I wonder if he'll tell me or dismiss my question by repeating that the procedure is safe. I wonder if the surgery will change my personality. Hope not because I like the misanthropic me. I also like my hair; I don't want my hair to be shaved off. Why did the thing have to be in my head, why not... somewhere else where shaving my beautiful hair is not necessary? This blows.What also blows is that it's snowing and I will be chained to a hospital bed instead of having fun in the snow. It also blows that I will miss new House and Lost episode. It blows that I will miss some Olympics shows. It blows that I will spend Valentine's Day at the hospital. It blows they will shave my hair. This surgery is such an inconvenience.My parents are so insensitive. They invited my other family for dinner and skiing tomorrow. They couldn't have picked a better day. Here I am, tomorrow going to the hospital and on Monday having a brain surgery, and there are my parents having dinner parties. I wonder who will drive me to that dreadful place. My neighbor? I can never understand them.1:22 a.m. - February 12, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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