Really, really?

I honestly believe life is out to get me at times.  This time, predominately because almost exactly two weeks after I discover kidney stones in the left kidney, I wake up with the same exact pain on the right side.  Sometimes, my health is pathetic.  The only good thing about being bed-bound for several days is that I've vegetated on my X-BOX 360; playing COD: Black Ops until my fingers went numb.
Speaking of which, my poor kitty Samantha Ray had to be taken to the vet on Sunday.  She came inside, after frolicking with the birds outdoors, screaming and limping.    So, mother grabbed the cat cage and we headed towards the EVC.  Five hours later, the veterinarian concluded that she had been bitten by some other animal, but that she should heal perfectly fine.  The funny part is that the doctor shaved a large portion of her back, and so now she has this funny looking square of hairlessness.
In other news, I was browsing some of the other blogs I follow and I came across some interesting words on the blog WHITE LIGHTENING.  In the latest post, they used "gleefully puketastic" as an adjective towards shoes.  I've never heard "gleefully" and "puketastic" in the same sentence.  I don't think I've ever heard the word "puketastic", ever.  I found it rather amusing.
As an update in school life, Mr. Duncan seises to amaze me.  He is by far the most interesting teacher I've ever had.  His stories are hilarious and they make my day.  Honestly, a teacher who brags about having a perm in the army just to "get into the clubs and meet the ladies", is pretty fantastic.
Other school information includes the fact that I refuse to ever miss more than one day at a time ever again.  I hate make-up work with a passion, and especially large amounts of it at one time.  Fifteen pieces of homework, six papers, seven tests and quizzes, and two projects was more than I expected.  Welcome to all honors and AP classes, much?  On top of that, I have a Rock4Life presentation to fine-tune.  And not the class presentation, the one I'm presenting to Principle Stansberry.  Wish me luck.


L M Butler

Hostile? Never!

Every year, it seems that I have some random medical issue.  Whether it's as drastic as a brain tumor, or as simple as a cyst on my wrist; none of which do I look forward to.  This morning, I woke up as 5a. in excruciating pain and had to have my mother take me to the emergency room.  Mom dropped me off at the door and went to park the truck.  I walked in the door, screaming and crying in pain, and hobbled over to the office for registration.  The lady behind the desk asked me for my SSN and I told her I couldn't think of it at the moment.  She said that because I was gritting my teeth (only because I was trying not to yell at her for staring at me like I'm there for no reason), that I was "being hostile and uncooperative."  I've never been hostile a day in my life, so I found her comment amusing.  I mean, really?  Doesn't everybody have a little bit of an attitude when they're in a serious amount of pain?

Finally, the bitter old woman took me to a room and ordered the doctor to come check me out.  The doctor and nurses got so tired of me screaming in agony, that they gave me Morphine and two other pain killers to shut me up, along with another fluid for nausea.  When the doctor concluded that I have kidney stones, yet again, I had a sigh of relief that that's all it was.

In other news, my cat did something so adorable the other day.  He came into my room and walked to the foot of my bed where my long, full-body mirror is.  In front of my mirror, I have two shoe boxes stacked with my mechanical toy dinosaur on top of them.  The dinosaur is set to "on", so when you touch it (where the sensors are), it goes "RAAAWWWRRRRR!!!!" and starts to walk to a little theme song.  Gizzer decided to go over to it and head-butt its face.  Need less to say, it started to make noise and move.  I have never seen my cat jump so high.  It was the funniest thing I've seen him do in a long while.

On another note, it seems like in less than a year, I'll be starting the enlistment process for the Air Force.  I'm looking forward to it, even though my family is not.  I'm actually considering Marines or Navy instead, but I've had the dream of the USAF since I was a little girl.  Honestly, I'd love to go to the AFA in Colorado Springs, but I have no idea if I'd be able to manage that.  Time will tell, eh?

L M Butler

"I'm going to regret this later..."

Many things happen from day to day, but this day was like no other.  I'm the party kind of person, and so Homecoming is my scene.  The evening was amazing and couldn't have been more fun.  Even though my "best friend" ended up not being able to come due to certain circumstances, it was actually a good thing.  Dancing with all of my closest friends really made the night more interesting.  We all took pictures to prove it...  Hence the title.

The only major downfall of the dance was the stupid DJ.  He kept playing music from Grease and Hairspray.  What in the world, dude?!  That's not dance material.  Gabe, Rachel, and I sat at a bar table for about thirty minutes wondering who hired that guy.  Other minor detriments to the evening included my three inch heels, Gabe smashing a few of my toes, random guys I don't know grinding my backside, and being able to smell Anthony from six feet away.  I have never seen such a sweaty guy; it was so gross.
All in all, I can't wait for next year.

L M Butler

Overwhelmed and so on...

Busy just hasn't been the word for me here lately.  It's almost ridiculous, but I'd rather be busy than painstakingly bored.  So far, for the past three weeks, I've been after school every day for at least an hour and a half.  It's great.

Pep rally and the Homecoming game are tomorrow.  I'm rather excited.  Considering I'm on Pep Rally Committee, I get to skip out on orchestra.  Lucky me.  Also, after school I have to help out with the tailgate for three different clubs.  It should be very interesting because the times were changed.  I hope all goes well.  And before tailgate, I'm heading over to the Freshy campus to visit someone in particular; afterward, the girls and I are all heading to Chik-Fil-A, too.  It should be fun.

For those who take an interest, the Requiem concert was amazing!  Everyone in the chorus and orchestra couldn't have done any better.  I can't wait for the Christmas concert.
This past Saturday, I went to All County Orchestra; it was pathetic.  I've never been so embarrassed to have my name to a performance in my life.  The rehearsals were  fine, and everyone did pretty swell.  Then come time for the concert, however, everyone bombed their parts.  Need less to say, it was an epic fail.

On another note, the beloved "best friend" of mine and I are back to not speaking, yet again.  Go figure, sadly.  I love him to death and he's like a brother to me, but our friendship is just so messed up.   I've had enough.  When he leaves for the Navy in a few months, that'll be the end of that soap opera.

L M Butler

So, about that...

On Saturday, October 9th, my best friend and I went to Ashland Berry Farm for their haunted woods shindig.  It was so much fun, I must say.  Being as skiddish as I am, my friend tended to take advantage of this.  He and I were behind this group of people from Cosby, and they couldn't have been more entertaining if they tried.  This guy named Billy was directly in front of me, and this guy was at least 6'4".  In the house maze, you have to crawl and duck in certain places.  Watching this huge guy try to squeeze himself into a small tunnel was probably the highlight of the entire walk-through.  I'm definitely scared easily, and it ended up being that my best friend didn't jump at anything in the maze except my screaming.  I find that a little amusing.

When we left the house in the woods, we jumped back onto the tractor that took us back to the main entrance.  We didn't end up leaving the farm until 11p.  On the way home, we decided to make a midnight WaWa run.  All in all, it was a fantastic evening.  It's been the best I've had in a long time.

L M Butler