2.16.2012

I carried a watermelon.

the love of my life is dead.

mr. swayze died of pancreatic cancer, I know, I know this is very old news and he might be old enough to be my dad. in fact he is old enough to be my dad. at 10:35 in the am mind you, I started watching dirty dancing for the first time.  in this movie he is not too old for me, therefore I can love him.  end of discussion.

I have decided to protest against solid food for the next 26 hours.  pure liquid diet. no I do not think I am fat.  I just want to try it out, I did it once when I was eleven so I figured it's high time I try it again... and it has nothing to do with the fact that I have to have surgery tomorrow. fine that is a lie, it has everything to do with my surgery and I am not even sure if I can call it surgery, 

I am having an endoscopy aka an esophagogastroduodenoscopy (EGD).  alright all you medical minds out there break it down.
esophago- esophagus 
gastro- stomach
duodeno- duodenum 
-scopy- scope, camera, "let's have look inside of her" 

you will now have to excuse me, I paused the movie 18 minutes in to blog, now Patrick is pestering me to push play.  

2.13.2012

show and tell.



If you love someone, tell him or her.  Forget about the rules or the fear of looking ridiculous.  What is truly ridiculous is passing up on an opportunity to tell someone that your heart is invested in him or her.

2.10.2012

punishment.

I want to kiss a boy. Not just any boy.