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The Good

So today was my first day of classes. Only had one new class though because I'm retaking a few that I had to withdraw from last semester. As always, I was so not prepared for today and got about 3 hours of sleep and ran late. So I threw on the jeans I wore last night and grabbed a wrinkled Jedidiah shirt:



Yea, yea, yea, sorry about the picture quality...I never realized how dirty that mirror is until I uploaded this pic.

I'm completely writing out of order, but I don't care! So, we go from today, to last night.

I finally got back into Billy's art class. I was still having trouble getting the energy to draw, so I wasted a lot of time brainstorming and sketching out possibilities for our latest project. Currently working with one of Mobieus' layouts...Working with 3D shapes...Thinking I'm going to do a pic of Superman on top of some rubble/bombs/etc...Maybe have him sitting and show Batman's arm in the pile or something...I dunno yet.

Anyway, as gay as this may sound, Billy is a sweet guy. I had to leave early because my leg was extremely uncomfortable, especially around the incision area. So I started to panic a little for some reason and broke out into a sweat...I guess Billy noticed and he made me call him when I got home to make sure I was alright. Awwwwwwwwwwww...lol...

Doh, I almost forgot to write about one of the nurses during my hospital stay. Alright, so the nurse in question was the one responsible for transferring me from the operating room to my room in ICU. OMG, this guy was absolute comedy. We started small talk about school and stuff, and then he started talking about how his son is a Engineering student as well, and how his last Calculus class kicked his ass. So the guy starts throwing out random engineer-sounding phrases and sentences, and the guy who was putting pressure on my incision started to chip him (We shall call this one Nurse 2). So, Nurse 2 suggests that we need to discuss coefficients of friction since they were about to slide me from the table to a bed. So Nurse 1 comes out with "Ah yes, the coefficient of friction is equal to the amount of bullshit currently flying throughout this room." OMG...I started laughing so hard...Well, at least as hard as I could...I was still under the influence of pain medication and wasn't really allowed much movement...*Sigh* At least there were some good times in the bad times

The Bad

I should tattoo "Sucker" on my forehead. My sister came over, I of course wasn't going to let her in, so she lied, right to m face, and despite my gut feeling, I believed her, and let her in. She gave me all this stuff like "Oh, I already talked to mom, she said it was all right, blah, blah, blah." So, the first chance I got, I grabbed my cell phone, took out the recycling, and called my mom's cell phone from outside. Guess what? It was turned off. Good sirs, let "fool" be thy name.

So rather than rest up for school and save myself from the pain I am currently experiencing in my leg, I had to watch her and make sure she didn't steal anything. She stunk of smoke and I couldn't stand it, so rather than sit in the living room with her, I had to stand and pretend to do chores for about two hours, until my mom came home. This whole process definitely pushed me (Remember, I just had a procedure a week ago), and I was left exhausted and lightheaded.

Furthermore, I soon realized that in all likelihood, she had used drugs earlier in the day. There was the lying, stories/motives not matching up, her basically passing out on our couch...All symptoms she has previously shown while using...

So my mom comes home. Sister is still asleep, and I take the opportunity to express to my mom my concern about the drug use via improv sign language. Sadly, this process sped up the inevitable fight between my mom and my sister as my mom was now wanting to get her out of the house as fast as possible. And so began the argument, at which point my sister proved once again that she cares only about herself and is completely unappreciative of what people have done and are willing to do for her. So, I started getting ready for art class a lot earlier than normal because, at this point, I just needed to get out of the house, or regret my actions later. The disrespect she showed my mom and our family as a whole was infuriating and I was ready to punch her square in the kisser to shut her the fuck up. Fortunately for me, my mom was pissed off even more and shut her up and dropped her off at a hotel.

We talked about it a bit this morning, and I apologized for making the fight happen sooner, rather than later. As I said to my mom, "Cold and pissed off...What a great way to start the day."

The Ugly

I have an eye doctor appointment today. Since the procedure, my eyes have become fatigued quite easily and early, and I have had some vision problems with seeing things at a distance (Like 10 feet away). I've never had eye problems before, and I can't recall such symptoms lasting for so long after any other procedures. I know they do hit your optical nerve during the procedure, and I can only hope that the problems I am having with my vision are part of the recovery and nothing serious.

The Art Scene

Well, I haven't been able to draw much lately, but I did manage to get a sketch out the other day. This one is from the night before my procedure last week. My version of "Butterflies in the stomach."



Current Mood: Part pain, part fear, and just a touch of hope
Currently Listening to: "Relax" - Electric
Currently Watching: Well, not quite "currently watching," but I can't get enough of: Smallville, Miami Ink, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Made, True Life
Currently Playing: Counter-Strike: Source ([p]X | Phoenix, [p]X | Kal-El, or [p]X | Panic! At the Disco), World of Warcraft (PXAnime on Kel'Thuzad), Battlefield 2 (=Superman=KalEl), Warcraft III (PX_Conqueror)
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