amelia (mmmbopthis) wrote,

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Geez. You know what I hate more than anything? Fecking first impressions. You always think you were so suave, so cool, so right on and then *bam!* you look back you you were a moron. A big doof. Seriously. It makes me want to hide in my little room (well, actually, under a non-designated rock, but I'm here for three more weeks) and not have any interaction with ANYONE. AT ALL. EVER. What the crap? What I may see as confident and easy-going, I bet everyone else sees as annoying as fuck. Seriously. How do people put up with me? I hate me sometimes.

And this all happened in the hospital within the last 9 days. I don't even want to consider the last 20 years...

Everything else? Okay I guess. I had the transplant yesterday. Threw up a little. I am now a firm believer in how disgusting bulemia is. Seriously. I may have done it before, but now that I've experienced nausea and vomiting for the first time ever associated with chemo, I find it rather gross and wonder how anyone could ever use that as a means to control their weight. It's just gross. I do it enough unvoluntarily as it is. Ew. Poor Mary Kate. Boo to her.
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