I Heard There Would Be Cake

please.

i missed the newest episode of army wives and it isn’t online yet! BOOOOOOOO

for percocet. it makes me feel gross. but if i don’t take it, like i didn’t last night, i end up in super amounts of pain.

the percocet and the antibiotics (the antibiotic pills are fucking huge btw) both make me feel, quite frankly, yucky.

and we were discussing the idea of clearing out the basement and redoing it so i could move down there. this would be like, if i found a job after college, but needed somewhere to live to save up to move out, or if i can’t find a job after college and need somewhere to live until i find a job and can move out. my basement holds a lot of potential, but definitely needs work. since i’m healing and have nothing really better to do, i’m sitting on ikea planning out how i’d like the basement to look.

i was telling my mom my ideal color schemes last night and she was actually entertaining the ideas. i think my parents actually really like the idea of making the basement into an apartment-like room. so maybe all my ideas will happen. it will be nice, too, to have pretty much a blank slate to work with. this will be the first time i’ll be picking out furniture, colors, paint, flooring, lighting, the whole works.

oh and they even want to put windows in the basement. that would be great.

I’M HOME!

i’m finally home from the hospital. what a weird series of events. my last tumblr post was that my stomach hurt so bad that my mom was taking me to the hospital.
i was throwing up and in absolutely excruciating pain while i waited three hours in a bed in the emergency room. once they established that there was definitely something wrong inside me, i had to drink this pink stuff that would make my insides show up on a cat-scan. i had to drink soo much of it. it tasted like cheap watery fruit punch mixed with smarties. i had to drink it fast too, because afterward, i had to wait two hours before it would kick in for the scan. so i pounded those and they put me in a room and gave me some morphine. after the doctor said my appendix needed to come out. so around 9pm i went in for surgery. i spent the next day recovering all day and then i finally got home today.

i can’t believe what a difference the surgery made. i was in such pain and then after the surgery i felt worlds better. can’t wait til i fully heal.

my mom is bringing me to the hospital. i cant even stand up straight.

seriously you guys.

i just got a 40 hr a week job for the next four weeks filleting fish for 16.50 a fucking hour. i know how tacky it is to talk about financial stuff, but i am fucking stoked!

it’ll be really nice to finally have a job where i can actually put money aside to save. i can get bianca spayed, FINALLY pay off my credit card, and possibly buy those expensive shoes i want ALL WHILE STILL SAVING MONEY. this has never happened to me before.

the mean girls thing about effy stonem? it’s like pictures and stuff and its like “effy stonem is flawless” “she has two fendi purses” etc

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i agree that effy belongs with cook. not freddie.

also, i would like to channel effy’s personality and ability to wear fishnet stockings as pants.

with an environmental testing place thing. if i get it i’ll probably call it an internship on future resumes.

supposedly it pays really well. and i need money desperately so let’s hope i get it.

when should i call to verify that they got my resume and stuff? does anyone know?

i’ve never read wuthering heights. i bet it wasn’t very good though.

i’ve never read anything by margaret atwood either.

i was in the non-honors english class senior year. we read brave new world, macbeth, and snow falling on cedars.

snow falling on cedars, like dragon wings, reaffirmed for me that asians have never written interesting novels.