Sunday, April 29, 2012
Shmola, you guys. So here's my first entry, in which I will explain to you the deets of this journal:
-I will only upload when I feel like it, not daily or weekly or whatever.
-I am a very random person. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
-I will ask you a question at the end of each entry that you must answer in a review. :)
Other than that, I think you people should be good. :D
*DON'T MIND ME, I'M JUST A LITTLE OLD LINE BREAK*
So, I have this research paper to write, and I have 20 notecards of facts due on Wednesday. My topic is "Women in Ancient Rome." Shoot. Me. Now. PLEASE.
Sorry, just needed to let that out.
So anyway, I have to write all these facts. But, I CANNOT CONCENTRATE. No, I don't have an attention deficiency or anything, but I might as well. WHY. CAN'T. I. DO. THIS?!
So, this morning I had an allergy attack. My sinuses were totally clogged and I couldn't breathe through my nose, although I sneezed my butt off. My allergies are "Moderate to Severe." PFFT. My body is totally healthy, thank you very much.
Why am I using "So" at the beginning of each paragraph???
This afternoon, I was rereading The Son of Neptune by Rick Riordan when my older sister, who claims that she does, indeed, have a life, starting blasing music from the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack from her iPhone. The creepy part was, it matched the climax of the story, which I just happened to be reading. It went on like that: When the music got dramatic and picked up, the story would do the same and vice versa. I was glaring at her from behind the pages while she laughed and made fun of me for being worried when Percy fell off the edge of Hubbard Glacier.
PLEASE READ MY STORY PRISCILIA. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
Did I forget to mention that I'm random? I suffer from randomness. And patella femoral chondromalaysia.
Later I had a bit of an emotional breakdown. I know, sounds wimpy, but I really am hurting for Rachel. She's a close friend of mine from school and I love her to pieces. She has Ewing's sarcoma (cancer in the legs). Her tumors were shrinking with chemotherapy, but they began growing again. I was reading the jounral update on Caringbridge and found out the news that she'll be starting raditation therapy tomorrow (Mon. the 30th.) Radiation therapy is harsh to the rest of the body that is free from disease, and she's never experienced anything like this before. When she was first diagnosed, they gave her only a 10% chance of making it. The radiation and chemo will continue for at least a year, whenever the cancer cells die out.
I had been masking my pain for months now, but that made me crack.
I broke down crying and had to be comforted by my parents. I shut myself in my room and read the Bible like a boss. And I cried more. I desperately wanted to punch someone, but really, no one was at fault for this. I LOVE YOU, BEAUTIFUL RACHEL. DON'T GIVE UP. KEEP FIGHTING AND WIN THE BATTLE! #Hebrews11:1 (I just made up mah own tag xD)
Sorry, you guys really don't need to hear me complaining. :\
So, there's my first entry! Thanks if you actually read this crap about my personal life.
QUESTION OF THE ENTRY: What's the best joke you've ever heard? Be sure to include the punchline, 'cause I'm too lazy to reply most of the time. xD