| 5/28/02 4:16am. Everyone can stop being sad, I’m fine. Obviously not coming to school today, but I suppose that’s a given. Nor Wednesday. And Thursday they’re having some kind of memorial thing over at the Navy Club, so I have to go to that. No funeral, he’s being cremated. I’ll be in school on Friday, though, since that’s the last day of regular class. Now that I think about it, I might try and come on Wednesday, since the seniors’ last day is Thursday, since I still want to see them. I don’t want to do the Mind Map thing for English. I don’t even know if I can do it – I have no idea what to put on the damn thing, and I know I need to get a better central image. And there’s only a week left for me to do it. Fuck. I think I’m going to go eat and then maybe go to sleep or eat some more or read or stay up doing nothing. Why did this have to happen. 5/27/02 2:38am. id on't know why I bother writing. he is gone. he died. my grandfather died, i won;'t be at the parade, probably won't write, bye everyone 5/16/02 4:22pm. Sorry, but things have been hectic. My grandpa is home, as am I, since I'm writing from my computer at my grandmas. I'm not going back to my old house, being where I've lived forever, and so now I call this place, my grandma's house, home. I'm not fully moved in yet, just have clothes and my computer. I don't go online much because there's only one phone line, and I'm always too busy around here to sit down and type an update. Um, there's a lot I have to do that I'm not going to go into, but my day consists of school, driving home [I'm driving the Explorer all the time now], doing some chores, taking care of grandma, maybe shopping at Logli's for stuff for dinner [taking grandma with me], making dinner, cleaning up, doing dishes, and throughout the day helping my grandpa with whatever he needs, and by the end of all that, it's maybe 7 or 8, then I have to do homework. Over here I go to sleep somewhat early, never past 1am. Not because I'm here, but because I do a lot, so I start getting really tired about 9:30-10:00. Tonight, though, I'm going to a jazz band thing with Artoria [to see Satya, of course, and be eyed by his family] but I have to go now because there's a history test tomorrow and I still have to make some noodles for my grandpas dinner. 5/11/02 11:11pm. I'm going to put those Def Poetry Slam [aka Bloomington trip] pictures up in a bit. Check for them now, unless you're reading this at 11:15 or something. 10:16pm. Today was one of the worst days of my life. I endured the most excruciating pain I’ve ever endured in my lifetime – worst than when I sliced open my chin with my teeth in preschool and got 4 stitches. I woke up at 10am, with what I thought was a stomachache, until I realized quickly that it was on the other side of my body, more where my appendix was. Now usually with stomachaches, you can just switch positions to maybe a fetal position with a pillow and you’re fine, but it didn’t work. Nor did I have to go to the bathroom, so it still wasn’t a stomachache. Artoria was in my bed as well, since she spent the night, and since I didn’t have much room, I moved to my parent’s bed with my mother. I started feeling nauseous, so I ran over to her bathroom and sat on the floor for a while, though I didn’t vomit at all [I know you want to read all of this]. My mom said, of all things, that I was ovulating [time would be right] and that some people go through really bad pain, and by this time I was throwing up regularly [lost count of how many times, maybe 15 or more] and I asked her if she ever threw up, and she said she never got it that bad. But, her good news was that it’d be over in a couple hours, but by noon and later, I still hurt, so she moved on to her next diagnosis that she had introduced with the ovulation one: intestinal flu. And I started freaking out and crying when she said it’d probably last the whole weekend. Throughout the day, I moved from my mother’s bathroom, room and mine back and forth, occasionally trying to sleep on the living room couch. Whenever I walked around, I threw up, and the weird thing is that I started liking throwing up – not sure why, but I think I didn’t hurt when I was doing it, can’t really remember since I haven’t done it for a while. I had taken two Tylenol PM’s with a sip of water [the first of 2 I would have while I was ill] and didn’t really get to sleep until a little before 3pm, which was after my RN sister, Susan, came over and checked me out to see if I really needed to go to the hospital, as I’d been screaming in between agonizing moans [it hurt really bad]. She said if I still hurt like this tomorrow, I would go, but since I hadn’t eaten any poultry or meat or anything on Friday, I’d just have to wait, which I took better than my mother saying it – I was screaming to go to the ER for some kind of shot to make me stop hurting, or a sedative or something since the Tylenol PM wasn’t working, and she would just yell at me to shut up, saying I had no tolerance for pain. Talked with Satya for a bit, when he called maybe around 3:30 or so, then went back to sleep. Satya woke me up again about 9:30 [permanently – there had been other calls from people] and now I’m feeling better, which is great. Being drastic, I just ate a Spicy Beef & Bean burrito [I like bean and cheese better, but oh well] and some 7UP, which I don’t like, so I hope I’m better because I certainly don’t feel like throwing all THAT up. Probably going to eat some fruit as well. Now, what caused this sickness? I have no idea. I’ll explain yesterday, though. There was no school, so I went back to sleep after I woke up naturally at 6:30. About 10:45 or so, my mother called and told me the bad news: my grandpa was in the hospital. Apparently when she took him to his doctor’s appointment today, the doctor said he’d need to go in the hospital within the hour to run some tests, since my grandpa has lost 10 pounds off his now 128lb., 6 foot + frame. Also, his feet turn purple when he sits down because they are so swollen that the blood stops circulating. My mom says he’s extremely anemic right now, as well. So, I had to get ready, and instead of going to Kelli’s house to work on our rough draft, I went over to the hospital to take my grandma was me, and Chris home, after which I stayed at my grandpa’s house watching my grandma until I left to go see the school play “Joseph & The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat,” which was okay, considering the things that happened there that pretty much ruined the rest of my night – would have ruined today’s, too, had the fucking sickness not taken over. Beforehand, grandma and I went to Logli’s to get some margarine and cherry pie filling to make my grandpa the cherry pie he had requested, along with some Lipton chicken rice [which wouldn’t have made me sick as there is no raw poultry in it] and two icky fruit punch Jarritos [fresa is better]. On the way home, we stopped at Kelli’s to drop off a paper needed to write the rough draft, and I feel like hell that I couldn’t stay and help writing it, since when we did the outline, I had a horrible stomachache, though it couldn’t compare to what I had today. Anyhow, I made the pie, marked it with an “E” for Earl, let it cool, Leanne came home, Artoria came over, us two went over to the hospital to give grandpa the pie, it was horrible and I don’t want to talk about the tubes everywhere, though with leukemia, he’s just going to get worse, we went to pick up Sabrina, then went to the play. On the way, going down what was then Spring Creek, I was looking ahead and saw a grey Taurus station wagon. Aloud, I thought, that it would be funny if it were Satya, though he wasn’t going because he wouldn’t be able to get a seat by us [our tickets were reserved]. We drive past and what the hell, it IS him! So I was really happy until intermission, but anyhow, then afterwards, Sabrina, Artoria and I went to Old Chicago, where each of us got one of the main 3 desserts: I got the Apple Crisp, which could have made me sick, but the other girls tried it and they’re fine, Sabrina got the cheesecake, and Artoria got the Kahlua Brownie. I pretty much stuck to my own dessert, only taking a bit of Sabrina’s and maybe 2 or 3 of Artoria’s. Anyways, then we dropped Sabrina off, and went to Artoria’s house so we could get clothes for her to spend the night, which we did, then went home and I went to sleep. The next day follows. Guess who turned 3 on Tuesday, May 7th??? Pumpkin! Yes, my baby is growing up every day. Hopefully Sarah isn’t mad that we didn’t work on our rough draft today, though I’m not sure if we were supposed to today or tomorrow – sorry, I was sick. Anyhow, throughout the week I don’t think I did much – drove to school Tuesday and Thursday, since I brought matambre for Spanish and “dirt” – vanilla pudding, Cool Whip, and crushed Oreos, which was like ice cream after I froze it overnight and it partially thawed in the school refrigerator – on those days respectively. Oh yes! I finally saw “Monsoon Wedding”!!! On Friday, May 3rd, which was our 5 month anniversary, Satya and I went to go see it at Colonial Village, then got some ice cream. It was great movie, and I was very happy. I got dropped off over at Kelli’s house, and the next day we went garage sale-ing. I got a c. 1950’s clearish, blue and light blue beaded necklace that used to be one of those Y-necklaces, but I modified it so it’s regular now. I got that for only $1, and at the first place we went, I got a white polo with light purple striped for a whopping $.50. Very fun. For breakfast that day, at about noon, we went to Perkins, then went to some sales, stopped at Aldeen to see if Sarah was there, which she wasn’t, went to more sales, stopped at Sarah’s house to see if she was home, she was but her mom answered the door and she doesn’t like us so we left, went to more sales, went to Aldeen a little after 4, so Sarah was working, visited with her, and did some more stuff that I forgot. We spied on Kelli’s family at some party thing, and they say us, too, but then we left. Hmm…later on, we stopped at Kelli’s dad’s 9th annual birthday party, and it was very loud, and a pregnant woman was walking around, surrounded in second-hand smoke, the stupid bitch. I hope she goes through 48 hours of horrible labor. Jesus Christ, Artoria, there is hair all over my desk. Anyhow, then we ate over at Carlos O’Kelleys, which was really fun, talking to Morgan and Brutus. After that, we went to Hollywood video to get a movie, but Kelli was whining that she had to go the bathroom, and she wouldn’t use the one there, so we went home, then went back and got “The Anniversary Party,” which is a good movie, and stopped at Logli’s to get some candy – she got Starburst jellybeans, and I got some Hershey Classic Chocolate-Crème Filled Caramels, which I ate all of by the end of the next night, being Sunday – I only had a couple that night, maybe 4-6. Anyhow, so it was a really fun day. I am not sure if I feel like writing any more, though I probably could. But, none of it is really that important, so I’ll leave you all here. Ugh, I need to brush my teeth – haven’t all day today because I kept throwing up, so was no use. You all wanted to know that. 5/2/02 9:02pm. I love how I give my “check back tomorrows” and never write anything. Ok, on Friday, got home and my mom let me go driving for 3 hours. Went to the library, got The Virgin Suicides, which I already finished reading, then went to Logli’s and got a pink rose and un Jarritos fresa, a Mexican pop. Then paid a visit to someone long overdue, couldn’t find her, went to my great-aunts, got directions, went back, gave her the rose, cried, and left. Then I went over to Bergner’s and bought my brown leather, Nine West wallet for probably half the money I had to put in it. On Saturday, the day started off bad, but then I went to Barnes & Noble to work on the English project with Sarah and Kelli. Not going to mention the people like “Antonio” and Mark that we saw, heh heh Sarah…, but anyhow, then it was 3pm already, and my mom came. So Kelli left in her grandma’s car, and we told Sarah’s mom on the phone that my mom would drive us to the library, and her home afterwards. So I drove us all to my grandmas, where we dropped off my mother and proceeded to the main branch library. Had some fun there, found a lesbian book in guise of a Jewish book, and a dirty Jewish sex book. Then we went over to the Art Museum, where we saw Katelyn McFadden, who kinda treated us like old friends when we never really talked in middle school at all. Saw cool art in the Youth gallery [only one open], took Sarah home, and went to my grandmas. Sunday came and went, don’t think I did anything that I can think of. Oh yeah, Satya came over and he somewhat assisted me in helping Timothy with his folder full of kindergarten homework. Monday I can’t remember, Tuesday was my band concert, which went well. A few hours beforehand, I went back to Bergner’s and bought my purse. Yesterday I don’t remember well either. And today, I drove about town for a bit, getting used to the Explorer, went over to Kelli’s, then to Allie’s, she went with to Subway, took her back home, backed the Explorer into the space in front of our 3rd car garage’s driveway [there’s a car length between our mailbox, and the end of the mini-driveway, which is occupied by a big boat with the trailer hitch sticking out, so if I backed in poor, I’d ram the rear bumper into the boat], ate my sandwich, and here I am. I’m nauseous right now, as I’ve been since my afternoon bus ride, so I’m getting ready for and going to bed. 5/1/02 6:32am. Going to school in a bit, Eric is driving. Yeah, I said I was going to write, but of course, I didn’t. I will try and do it tonight, but last night I had a band concert, and Monday night I’m sure I had some stuff I had to do – oh yes, I went to sleep. Sunday I was taking notes on the Harlem Renaissance for our [Sarah, Kelli and my] English research project. Ick, unbrushed teeth feel nasty, but I still have another 20 minutes to worry about it. And I bought a purse yesterday at Bergners – this Esprit number that’s this natural straw stuff wove into a rad little purse. I got it because when I go out by myself, I have to hold my keys or put them in my pocket, which is hard with the huge rubber duck attached to my mother’s keys, and then put my sunglasses somewhere, and my wallet [which I bought Friday at Bergners – brown Nine West, rad also] in my pocket, but I wear skirts, so then I have to carry everything, and that’s just not cool. Also cool is the fact I get to drive my father’s Explorer to school on Monday [5/6] because I scheduled a hair appt. for 3:30pm [no accident on choice of school day]. Right, well I need to do my hair and makeup and brush these teeth. Another note: Who the hell was messing around with my page? I don’t write in pink, the title was white, and you accessed the Kory convo because it was open when I opened PageBuilder? I have some ideas, you little cunts. [kidding, kind of] 4/27/02 7:19pm. I did some fun stuff today and yesterday, but right now I’m not feeling so hot, so I’m just going to write this so you know an exciting [ha] update is coming late tonight or possibly tomorrow, and so you know I was thinking of you. Yes you. The you sitting naked at your computer desk, hot and sweaty, grasping your….Anyhow, check back tomorrow. 4/25/02 3:44pm. Yeah, I got my license. Rah rah, doesn’t really matter. I mean, I’m not driving by myself yet, so I don’t see what’s so cool about it. And I hate my picture anyways. I’m wondering if I should even bring it to school, because I really don’t want to show it to anybody, with the ugly picture and jittery signature. In other news, I got the pictures back from Bloomington, and I look pretty ugly in all of them, especially the ones with Beau, Taylor, and muMs. I’ll try and put them up later tonight, probably accompanied by another update so you all know. I changed my weight from the 107 on my permit to 105, because I’m only 107 with all my clothes on, so it’s wrong. I’m actually 103, but oh well. In a couple months, I’m going to get a new license anyhow, since I’m moving and all, so my mom and I are going to get new pictures taken for our new licenses. Anyways, I think I’m going to eat Milano cookies and read. 4/24/02 7:35pm. Well, as I presume you all can see, my old index page went away. Probably some noticed if they tried to get here before and found it blank, which I didn’t because I didn’t go here or open PageBuilder until yesterday. Anyways, I’m not going to put back the old layout with the dots and whatnot, because I’ve found that I’m liking it the way it is currently. Yeah, I’ll clean it up, but for the past couple months, I’ve been wanting the change the background to black, and maybe write it white [but blue suits for now] or something, because I like the sharp contrast between opposites like, say, black and white. Anyhow, I’m really fucked because all updates for the month of April save yesterdays are gone for fucking ever. Unless, and this I doubt, some random person online decided to save all my updates for April, just on a whim. So, to recap this month, I’m going to Prom with Chris, as a friend, mind you. Um…there were some birthdays – 5 to be exact. I’m moving to my grandparents [or grandpa’s, rather] in 23 days, on May 17th, by myself – my mother and nephew are following after the school year ends, so about a month later. This bit is new: tomorrow I’m taking my driving test, so I just might have my license tomorrow. Back to old stuff – damn, did I ever write about me making my sister’s wedding cake? I know it all went down a bit before Easter, since I got a wedding cake book in my basket, but I can’t seem to find it. Maybe I already did mention it, probably in April anyhow – so yeah, I’m making a huge, tiered cake for her [Spring? Summer? Fall?] 2003 wedding in Chi-town. I’m really excited about going to Prom now – I wasn’t making it a big deal for myself before just because I don’t like getting worked up over things, but I tried on my dress [again] today, this time without glasses [I look horrid in glasses, believe you me] and with all the makeup, the shoes, just radiant. So I’ll admit I’m excited, but I just don’t want stubborn Chris to be broke afterwards, as it’s sounding, though he denies it. It’s 8:16 as I write this sentence – I forgot, or just stopped writing this update, so I think I’m just going to read or something. 4/23/02 8:45pm. Y’all know how I had a “business” going on a bit ago, selling cakes to the people at my mom’s work? Well, since I haven’t mentioned a thing about it lately, people haven’t probably thought [or not thought at all about it] that it’s going on anymore. Good, you’re right. But – I guess I have a new one coming up, and this one with the actual promise of more orders. My dad has this friend named Tom, and his wife, Sue, works at a busy doctor’s office, as the head receptionist I thought, but I guess she’s also in operating rooms, but anyway – they get people from drug companies in there all the time trying to get the doctor to sell their drugs, and I guess they’re always looking for a way to ‘get in’, so they ask about caterers and whatnot. So, my dad bumped into Tom, somehow me and my cakes came up, and I get an order Monday night to do 2 cakes for Secretary’s Day [or Administrative Assistants Day, whatever], so last night I went to Hilander to get powdered sugar, and went to their bakery dept. to see if I could snag some boxes, but of course, this newer Hilander is all Kroger-fied and uses plastic containers, and though I knew they’d be too small, I got two 10” things, and then went to Michaels, where I got the fucking coolest 13” beveled icing spatula! Hell yes! I’m boring you! Also got some 10” cake bases and a rad tip #3 [for writing and lines and crap]. Made the cakes, stored them unfrosted in the plastic things [wouldn’t fit with frosting] and went to bed around 2am, though I got done around 11 or 12. So today school was ok, I think, got some wonderful notes that made me happy all day, got a headache later, felt like shit when I got home but no! I frosted two goddamn cakes, decorated one only [as requested] with roses, buds, leaves, spray and text of “Thank You!” – the works, then for the second one, just wrote “Thank You, Secretaries,” and put a couple rosebuds on it. Then my dad got the coolest cardboard cake boxes form the Sweet Pans Shoppe, where I’ve never been but he said an entire building is cake stuff so I’m going this weekend definitely. So I boxed the cakes, brought them over to Sue’s, walked into a house with about 4 really soft dogs and one fluffy cat that I saw [she shows dogs, I’m told], and got $25 when I asked for $24. A $1 tip. I’m on a fucking roll. Then she said I’d most likely be getting calls from her soon for more cakes since they have them a lot. My dad said I have to make a – I forgot what he called it, but a cost list of everything I have to use to make cakes, so I can figure profits and total cost. So I’m going to go do that now. [“ur” all welcome for the super-interesting update] |
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