July 17th, 2006

amelia coast

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Two more days. Part of me is really happy that I will have other people taking care of me, doing what is best for me...but mostly I'm just scared shitless.

My body is parched, pieces feeling like they're falling apart left and right. Warped Tour was worth it, even if I lost my voice even MORE and I'm a little sun burned. I figure that I'll have plenty of time to take care of my body starting on wednesday, might as well have a kick ass weekened (not that it was full of illegal stuff or anything else, but mostly just rockin' out).

And yes, Warped Tour was teh SHIT. Due to my own stupidity, we got there a little late, and found out that Against Me! was starting at 1215. We caught the butt end of their performance, which made me a happy woman. Throughout the day, we also saw NOFX, Anti-Flag, Bouncing Souls, Less Than Jake, The Casualties, Super Geek League (who were like a baby Guar show, it was hilarious), and some others. We kicked it with Tim Ehlin/Waters for a little bit, I met Melissa (who is adorable beyond words), and we met up with Ty and Rebecca and Freshman Sam for a little bit.

I took some awesome pix but my camera decided to die, so I'll have to update them when it actually works. boo to that.

Weekend Pix

Having cancer is really surreal. One moment, you feel fine, like it's just a rough patch that you have to get through, and the next you (or at least, I am) are completely emotional and just CONVINCED that you are going to die.

This weekend was a trip, in more ways than one. A lot of crying, a lot of discussions, but strangely after the discussions I always come away feeling better, no matter what the topic (well, most of the time). It's good to know that I'm not the only one that feels that way. And that it's a team effort. Also, in that same breath, I seem to have opened my mouth wide up and said something completely silly and probably should not have said it at all. So there.

Also, I told the doctor today that I didn't want to hear anything negative like the word "terminal" until it was absolutely necessary. He doesn't have the most pleasant bedside manner, so I kind of expected him to tell me depressing stats today and how "I will do my hardest but I just don't think you're going to make it." I was pleasantly surprised when his answer to my request was "you're young and I don't think we're even close to that point yet." So coming from someone who I pretty much despise, it was nice. Strangely comforting.

But I promised some pix from the weekend, and here is an EXTREMELY abbreviated version, as I am not on my own computer (but the lappy has made it through the weekend, and seems in relatively good shape, thanks to the expertise of my fabulous boyfriend, Dr. Fix-it) so I feel that the lappy will make at least a partial recovery before another surgery is needed (aka a new cd drive).

For Lindsey and John and all you folks who dig the artsy pix, you will not be disappointed. Also, for those of you who love random band pix, there are some of those here too. Collapse )

So yeah. Got some answers, which in turn (of course!) made me think of more questions. Was a disaster of a day, but somehow after it all it just doesn't seem that bad. So there.

I smell toast. I hope I'm not going to have a seizure from like...fabulous band overload or something.