Selfish with what I post, selfish with how I feel, but the truth is I feel like crying at the drop of a pin. I've been selfish thinking I can get through this without telling the truth to the world, advocating things that should be advocated for.
But the truth is, I'm not ready yet.
But I think one part of it is that I'm afraid I won't get to see some friends when I go back. I'm going to be here for so long that I worry things will be so different when I get back.
I wanted to see Andy so badly that I let/told/had/wanted him to come in today. After a week and a half of not seeing him. Goddamnit, his cough was worth it. I will either get an infection and not get out for transplant, or my body will be it's usual bad ass self and not even get sick.
Mostly for those who were in band at MHS or otherwise are familiar with 20th Century Russian composers
As I was watching "Troy" the other day, (I almost flipped a shit when I thought I hadn't brought it with me)...what? I need my fill of
So I was wikiing (is that a word yet?) "Troy" and it even says it on the wiki page. Ha. And yes, I just totally downloaded the whole album on Itunes.
So IF I ever get out of here and IF I ever graduate and IF I ever go to graduate school, I think I want to study ancient Roman/Greek/not the Americas. Let me point out two things though: a) I wanted to change my major six times, and b) it would mean I don't think I could stay in Oregon to do that kind of work.
So that's my not-hospital story for today. That is all.