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Here I go again: "Let's stream all that unconsciousness!"

I'm just killing some time before an appointment...
Hey everyone/no one!
It started snowing really hard just when I needed to walk to the bus stop. So I am now slightly moist and my bangs look extremely odd. Apparently snow reactivates hair gel and turns it into cement.

Yesterday morning some very strong men started to reshingle the roof on my house. So there I was, trying to get a few more hours of sleep, and I start to hear loud stomping, pounding and a lot of other noises. Amazingly enough I managed to kinda sleep through it after listening to a little soothing Anberlin. I've been so tired lately that I could sleep through a hurricane.

I should have more spare time coming my way (for reasons I'll eventually discuss once I've worked them all out) so I guess it's back to searching for a job!
I plan on re-vamping my blog, buzznet, and myspace with some serious original html-coding (by hand, since I'm a computer nerd) whenever I get around to it... And I'm going to start writing again...for fun. Poetry, satire, nonfiction...whatever flows.

Somewhere someone must care what I have to say!
OOOH! I should definately send out another round of handmade postcards to everyone and their dogwalker. I still have tons I made over winter break. And since I have a pile of magazines the size of Olympus Mons (check it out on wikipedia, if you like) I'll collage a lot of random stuff. Perhaps someone will even want to join me one of these days... Not bloody likely, but I can dream.

Anyone interested in going to Warped Tour?
Anyone want to go with me and watch as I get tattooed? It could be interesting. I'll let you take pics, even if I start to cry. I didn't cry last time, just had a really scrunched-up face and my muscles kept twitching from the pain.

Hmmm...what else can I bore you with?
I'm making a spoof of an Anberlin song. It should be pretty cool...or at least somewhat interesting/entertaining. I'll post it here once I finish. I'm such a stickler that I've only done like 9 seconds out of like three and a half minutes. Don't worry, it won't take for ever. Things will go faster once I can actually take the time and start filming myself doing ridiculous things like pretending to play the song on the electric guitar I have which I still don't know how to play (after like 6.5 years).

Little projects. That's what is keeping me at my usually level of (in)sanity. Little things to pass the time and let the creativity flow.

Oh crap! I should probably be thinking about heading off to my appointment now... Hopefully this will go smoothly and will be it as far as this sort of thing goes. Hopefully. Cross your fingers for me or pray (whatever you think works better).

Details to follow...if you want.

Poor, funny, molested boy

I am officially the worst person in the world right now

I just intentionally hurt my mum.
She's so sensitive, kind and lonely. A lot like me, only without all the inner malice and deception.
She cares so much for everyone else and often neglects herself...

...and all I could do was hurt her.

Excuse me while I fall apart

Last Wednesday I saw my general (family) doctor, and on Thursday I saw my rheumatologist. Both independently agree that I am (and I quote from their exact words) "a chemically difficult person." OMG! You think?
Now it seems I must be shipped off to the gynecologist (a man, most likely, because women gynecologists are a dying breed) to determine just how screwed up I am hormonally and if I am indeed truly sterile as my many autoimmune diseases suggest.
After this I have to go back to the ear-nose-throat doctor to determine why I am STILL afflicted by viral throat infections even after having my tonsils removed. Then back to the general doctor to get a referral for the neurologist to deal with my numb fingers (along the left ulnar nerve).
I am a 21-year old medical nightmare.