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9/13/06... now that I remembered I wish I hadn't.

http://brokenmachine.tumblr.com/post/73417887

http://brokenmachine.tumblr.com/post/56222999

I stumbled upon the second one first. I especially liked the date of it. Then started searching the archives and found the first one. Seems to fit the tone of this semester quite nicely. At least for me.

I was 16 when I started my first lj...
I was a freshman in college when I decided to create this one...
I'm less then a semester away from graduating.

Sometimes it's strange how things come full circle. I remember thinking at sixteen that this was it, I was about to become an adult. Then the same thing when I was a freshman at Cortland. And now... well is this really it? Graduation (again) and graduate school? I don't know, maybe we never really grow up. I just know that a little less then four years ago it was the end of my life as I knew it. But my best friends are still the same and the people I love in Fairport haven't changed. I've added some from the group, and I'd love to believe I've grown as a person. And this is just the end of one more phase and the beginning of another.

Going Insane!! I just got an email from the spring GRADA league director telling me about registration. It's been so long since I've played a real game! And I really just want to go home and head to Ellison and play for a few hours. Or find a tournament. Or a gym. Anything. But my wrist is still injured, it's cold as fuck outside and I don't have enough people to play a game.

Sadness and Despair
>_

I miss the days when one class didn't destroy my wrist for the rest of the day.

So the good news is that my wrist is just sprained. The bad news is that there's nothing more I can do except rest it.

I talked to Paul last night!! And for everyone who doesn't know, Paul is (quite literally) me and Katy's oldest friend. He's the only person from Georgia that was worth keeping in contact with. For awhile we would take trips to visit him and his family with Dad, but that stopped eventually. So for the past 4 to 5 years I've caught him online once or twice a year and had short 10 minute conversations with him. But last night I caught him on and we talked for something like 4 hours. It was awesome. He's finally it college so we swapped random bad stories, and found each other on facebook, and hopefully he's going to come visit us at some point next semester. And it's just absolutely awesome becasue it doesn't seem like he's changed in any bad ways. He looks almost exactly like I remember. So happy things. The conversation pretty much made my night.

So when I said that two ER visits in six months were two too many, apparently no one was listening. Cause Katy came down with the black plague from hell last night. Including 103 temperature and difficulty breathing. So Eric sat up with her most of last night. And I tried to sleep. Which means only suceeded in keeping both me and Bill up. I'm pretty sure I had a panic attack sometime around 5:30 AM to... But I got up this morning and had to take her to the ER cause it hadn't gotten any better. And spent all morning there. Got back just in time to pick the brats up from school. Took them back to the house. Babysat. Feel like a train (a tryn?) ran ove rme. Several times. And I still havn't studied for PR or finished my research essay >_<

And I've been to the ER twice. This week.
And my wrist hurts.

Ok. Bitch session over. Back to work.

Sometimes it's hard to keep both feet on the ground.

I broke my ER rule today. I went twice in the same year. Of course it's really my doctors fault and not mine. See I injured my wrist playing frisbee about two months ago. Then it started to kinda heal, but I reinjured it last week. So I called my doctor, but he refused to refer me to a specialist in the area until I had seen him. Which is really not plausible becasues he's in Rochester. And I can't change my doctor to someone in New Paltz becasue Mom's insurance won't conver me here. So as it got progressively worse this week, I went to the emergency room. With Katy, Eric and Bill behind me to make sure I *actually* went. (I hate emergency rooms).

Anyways, the good news is that it's not broken. But I already knew that. So it's probably some type of muscle tear, but they don't know what exactly. However the doctor at the ER at least reffered me to a specialist, which is all I really wanted/needed. So now I have to wait until monday, and call them up and hope to hell that they'll take me this week.

Of course if my doctor had just done this for me on monday I'd already know what was wrong with me >_<

But the doctor gave me a sling. Which is good, cause I'd been wanting one for it.

::sigh::

Playing on my pretty new shiny ^_^
Mom got me and Katy an older apple I-book for our b-day. It's really nifty. I mean, despite being older the guy who used to own it was a huge computer geek so there's all sorts of really awesome programs installed on it.

Anyway, back to the original subject of my post...
I'm kinda sad I didn't go home for break. I don't regret my decision or anything, there wer some compelling reasons to stay here, but I'm starting to miss you guys! The people here are awesome, don't get me wrong. But there's a certain level of stupidity and randomness that they can't quite match. (No offense!!) I just got used to having a really extensive friend group during senior year. I mean normally I'd hang out with the same 6 or 7 people, but when I wanted to there were alot of people I could go chill with for difrent reasons. (Teo when I wanted to be hit, Rooney for random stupidity, Julie for relaxing, Kate Cip and Colleen for girliness, Kaitlyn and Gabe for GRADA....) It was nice to have so many diffrent people and personalities and mixes to hang out with. And I'm definetely not bored with the people here but I hang out with the same two or three people most of the time. And when I'm being adventurous I can still only branch my group out to 6 or 7. Besides which they were all friends with Katy first, so I feel really bad about bitching to them when we're having fights.

Ok done being whiny.


Wait.. no I'm not
I want to go forking.
I want to chill at Wegmans becasue I have nothing better to do.
I want to play a game of frisbee at Center Park. Play random video games at Bonzo's, steal Julie away from the tyrannical clutches of her parents, wander into Java's with people, or sit at FVC with Nixterrimus.

And I want one of Marini's hugs damn it. >_<





Ok. Done being whiny.

Maybe if I keep bashing my head up against the same wall, eventually it will break....

(metaphorically speaking, of course)

I have one word for you.

Ferret.

My weekend is quite literally beyond description. High points included:
-Jaqui showing up
-Random talking/hanging out with Jaqui
-Teo, DanO and Sean showing up
-Sarah's friend Mike showing up
-Mall trip with Zeal and DanO
-Costume making
-Obligatory banter
-Fighting with Teo and wooden swords
-Katy and her 21 kiss count down
-Multiple trips to and from the campus
-Teo hitting on Sarah
-Sarah not minding Teo hitting on her (AWWWW)
-Pictures!
-5 (5:30?) crashing
-Breakfast cooked at 1
-Clean-up that didn't take long thanks to Teo, Sean, DanO, Bill and Mike
-Screwing around with Sean, danO and Teo before they left
-Hiking on the cliffs and seeing one of the best views in the area

Yay people. And costume parties. And pictures ^_^

So I started my first LJ exactly 3 years and 1 day ago. Weird.

I'm 19!


And I have roses and choclate ^_^


I love everyone today. And I hope everyone is having as awesome a day as I am.

*I am not sick* *I am not sick* *I am not sick*....
Mind over matter, right?
Who am I kidding? Saturday I couldn't talk, yesterday i was compulsively coughing, and today my Spahish teacher told me to go home cause I sounded so terrible.
Damn throat.


So my family managed not to kill each other during my Grandma's 70th. Which is good. Actually, they managed not to anything irritating, terrible, excessively evil or relgious. Even the kids were on their best behavior. Though it's possible they were threatened within an inch of their young lives. It was great seeing them though. All 10 of the cousins being in the same place at once is rare. Only happens once or twice a year, if that. And the good thing about a huge family party is that Grandma's so distracted she can't actually corner any one person for too long.

Then... I went to Bonzo's after the party! Hung out with him, Chels, DanO, RJ and Teo. Gothed out my housemate for vertex. (Shut up Sarah, you looked awesome). Me and Teo got our asses kicked at phooseball by Katy and RJ. And finally played random online mind-games with RJ.

OHH! And I crashed the first set construction. Hung lights. Preformed a covert-op up in the trees. Well... not that covert. Ricky and Chels boosted me up, then Taylor started yelling about "Bridget's in the trees!!!" until Chelsea shut him up. Just in time for Northrup to walk in the room. Completely miss me while I took down one light, and finally order me down halfway through taking the second one down. It was still fun though.

Yay crew.

And.. more stuff. For the house. Hurray!



umm... off to go sleep, do hmwk (reading a hugely depressing book right now), or more liekly play on the old nintendo I brought back.

OK so....
Not angry at the sister anymore. Mildly annoyed, possibly, but it's within managable range.
1. Not freaking out about the Spanish test in 4 hrs
2. Not freaking out about my midterm tomorrow
3. Not freaking out about going home.

Yeah... Grandma's 70th b-day party. Nice big family gathering. Has potential to be the normal, almost fun and only mildly stressing ordeal. Also has potential to explode into great big fiery flames. But, such is life. Sarah's coming home with us, which should at least be fun. And hopefully I'll get a chance to see RJ, Chelsea, DanO and maybe even Julie.

*deep breath*
The bad part of this week is almost over (test + midterm)
just in time for the weekend to start....


On the other hand... Halloween party next weekend, which should rock.

Ok, off to not freak out and study more.

Today should just have not happened. As in from midnight to midnight... not occured. At all. Skip wednesday, go straight to thursday.

Yesterday was a fantastic day. This whole week was pretty amazing, but yesterday in particular...

First of all kyaking!
-It was gorgeous out! The leaves are just turning, and the weather was beautiful.
-lunch on an island ^_^ it was muddy and kinda gross actually, but Bill did the good guy thing and helped pull my kyak up so I didn't get my shoes wet, then pushed it back in for me.
-waterfall at the end of the loop
-5 hrs total, of random exercise, good company and gorgeous scenery. I love fall.

Dancing!
-80's night (I played dress up)
-red mini skirt, fishnets, boots, BIG hoop earrings.... happiness!
-awesome 80's music
I havn't been dancing in awhile, and it was exactly what I needed last night.

And as a bonus, I'm relatively sure I didn't completely bomb my 8:30 test this morning, I got a B+ on my lit paper, and we're doing an awesome project in PR. It's friday, and I don't have babysitting tonight.

Life is good.

I hurt my wrist. Except I'm not exactly sure how. I was playing frisbee sunday, and one minute I was throwing forehands and it didn't hurt... then I was throwing forehands and it did hurt. And I can't pinpoint the moment when it happened either. Except that was sunday, and this is wednesday and it's still kinda bothering me >_< Screwing up my plans for the week to... namely playing more frisbee tonight, kyaking with Bill tomorrow, and both playing frisbee and fencing friday. Bah humbug.

On the other hand though, except for the wrist I had a good weekend. First of all it was a long weekend becasue of Jewish holidays, and second of all it involved a house (almost) to myself (and the company I did have was most certainly welcome), a home cooked meal, a game of go, frisbee that shouldn't have been played, and reading. So happy things... relatively anyway.