And Now a Real Post...

I love Vlogemotions, but I also enjoy writing out what happened to me and showing pictures to go along with it.
Now I will bore you with one of the longest posts I've done in a while. And you skimmers, I'll catch you.
I'm already onto you.

My day yesterday started out crappy, as we all remember.
I had only gotten less than an hour of sleep, so I wasn't fully functioning. (Of course, I'm never fully functioning. Why take the initiative?)
I washed my hair, let it air dry. Wore it wavy to school.Of course I don't think that's the shirt I wore to school. I can't remember what I wore yesterday.
I do remember twitching uncontrollably. My friends told me that I was like "the kid in elementary school that always got yelled at by the teacher because she couldn't stay still".
I take that as a compliment. I always wanted to be that kid.
He was the cool kid.

I also went and got a smoothie.
A miracle smoothie.
It woke me up, and made me SKINNY. I dropped 3 pounds yesterday. I'm 117 now.
But the smoothie tasted like ick.
But I still drank it, because it had the word "lean" in it. And you just can't resist that.
Unless it's "This smoothie will make you the opposite of lean."

I coasted through the day trying to stay awake. I knew if I fell asleep, I'd probably be terrified when I woke up.
"Where am I?! WHY AM I LEARNING THINGS?!"

I had a 2:20 appointment with my Spanish teacher to do my "verbal quiz".
I was freaking out, because I didn't study for the "vacations" or "past times" questions she said she would ask.
So when she said "I'm going to ask you about your family," I was excited.
I got the easiest questions. How big is your family? Do you have siblings? What are their names? What are they like? Does your dad live in Las Vegas? Where does he work? Does your mom live here, too? Do you have uncles? What are they like? What is your dad like?
Done.
I was like heeeeeell yes, man. I can totally do this. She asked, I paused and then answered.
I had to put the dramatic pause before all answers to make the tension build.
Do I know the answer, don't I? Ah yes dear, I do. I do know the answer.

Then we went to go see Star Trek. We show up and at least 500 people are in line to see the same movie.
It's really unprofessional for a company to say "We have a limited number of tickets", make you fill out a form to get the tickets, and then when you show up it's full anyway because they over-sent the tickets.
So what did we do? Went to see Wolverine instead.
First we ate dinner. I got a "Bobbie" (turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing) from Capriottis. And free chips from the guy behind the counter that thought I was foxy.
I seem to have that reaction from guys a lot lately. Of course, my skin has cleared up and my hair is fierce, so it's to be expected. I mean look at that picture up there. I'm sexy.

We saw Wolverine, and I gained a new crush on Ryan Reynolds.

His slammin' body doesn't hurt my decision in loving him. I don't care if Scarlet Johoweveryouspellit is married to him. He'll be mine one way or another.

And then I went home, where my night took a wonderfully crappy turn.
I was watching TV, got up to get something in the bathroom (I think. I may have just used the restroom, or snorted coke).
I come back, go to sit down and feel a prick in my foot. I scream OW, but I thought it was just plastic sticking out of the carpet.
So what do I do? Put my foot back down. This shoves the pin farther into my foot.
At this point I'm screaming, crying, and my mom has no idea what the hell is going on.
I tried to pull it out, but it was too deep. My mom finally saw it, freaked, tried to pull it out, and took three tries to finally yank it.
At first it was okay, then it started bleeding.It kept bleeding for a little, while I kept crying. It really, really freaking hurt.
That's why today, I'm wearing a foot brace.I call myself "Lee the Limper". I can't walk normal, because there's a pocket of blood and the muscle is bruised. It went through my callous and farther, so that's way too deep for that needle.
Gory, huh? Well TOO BAD!

Went to the psychiatrist's to pick up my new medicine, but they weren't there. While my mom was checking the office, I hobbled to 7-11 to get a slurpie.
Oh, and my mom has "retinal tearing". So we had to go to the eye doctor. I limped through there, too. The cute nurse guy looked at me with sympathy and with attraction.
That's the look I was going for!
Don't tell Drew.
Lol, no do tell Drew. I don't care. I'm hot, and so he's gotta get over it. Fer sure.
That was obnoxious. I apologize for my lack of social whatever in the previous sentence.

I got home and was wiped out, so I took a nap. When I woke up, I ate dinner and then I went outside to look at my garden and take some pictures.
I brought Tiffany out with me so that she could walk around. Now that we have no grass, we have to wait until evening to let her out or she burns the pads of her paws. Vegas weather sucks like that.
Remember when it was just a plot of soil with a couple little sprouts?Now it's full of really tall stalks!
I should've taken a picture of their height, but I didn't think about it.
Oh wait, I did a couple days ago. Good thing I saved the picture.Our fruit tree is full of aphids. Or WAS, until ladybugs invaded.
And that's how I ended my day. Oh, and I got hit in the head by a hummingbird.
I'm standing there taking pictures of the ladybugs, hear a hmmmmm, and then WHAM right in the head.
And then I see it fly off.
Really, really weird experience. A) I rarely see hummingbirds and B) I didn't know they could run into your head.

Hope you enjoyed the past two days. I sure as hell only enjoyed certain parts.
(Like the Ryan Reynolds parts. : D)
And here's Tiffany right now:

Vlogemotions Week 2

This is my post for Vlogemotions Week 2.
I know it's like 30 minutes early, but I just took an opiate sleeping pill and my eyes are doing that woo-woo criss-cross thing, so I'm sure I don't have much time left concious.
(Now it's actually on time. I went to sleep waiting for the video to process)

Here's my video:

If you haven't participated yet, give it a try! Just do a video talking about how you felt this week and post it at Fort Thompson! Click the image below to get started!

Kids... Drugs are Bad.

So I took my Cymbalta yesterday afternoon like the doctor told me to.
I took it with food, just like he told me to.
I got nausea later that night, just like he told me I might.
And then everything hit the fan, including but not limited to my sanity.

I yawned, and yawned, and yawned, and yawned, and yawned, etc. etc. etf*ckingc.
It was a miserable experience to begin with, but then things just got worse.

The nausea went away, but the muscle spasms decided to come on right around then.
I kept kicking my legs, flinching my arms, and shaking uncontrollably.
I laid down at 11:00 PM to go to sleep, thinking I was EXHAUSTED and that I would sleep through the night.
Sure, I probably would have. If I had ever gotten to sleep.
Roll over... 1:00
Roll over... 2:00
etc. etc. until it was 5:30 AM, and I STILL had never fallen asleep.
So I stayed up all night twitching and tweaking.
The worst part? All day I've been twitching and tweaking STILL.

So I'm exhausted. Dying, almost.
I'm going to take a nice, long nap and NEVER touch Cymbalta again.
That was torture.

I'm Guilty.

Ever since Drew told me he kissed another girl while we were dating, it's been hard for me to fully trust him again.
So when he gave me access to his myspace, I couldn't help but read a couple of emails that he passed with a few girls.
I ended up fessing up two seconds later because I can't keep a guilty concious about anything, and he was furious.

He's led me to be the jealous girl I am. I never used to be this way, but come ON. It's understandable that I haven't gained my trust back. Plus his inbox has 45 pages of emails, all sent by girls.
(I only read, like, two.)

I'm trying to stop thinking about the situation right now, because it raises my stress level which makes my stomach feel like it's going to fall out, which sucks pretty bad.
I know he's not cheating on me, but I get really jealous and it affects me badly.

I went to the psychiatrist today, and he said that I am NOT bipolar like that stupid psychologist said. He said I have the mildest form of depression and that I have a bad case of... something something anxiety disorder. (Found it... Generalized Anxiety Disorder)
Basically it's like an OCD anxiety disorder, where I get an anxious thought in my head and it just sticks and won't go away, and I obsess over it and let it eat away at me.
He gave me cymbalta to treat it, and let me tell you, I really hope I can switch to something else.
This stuff has given me some severe nausea, I yawn whenever I open my mouth, and my hands are shaking uncontrollably right now.
The doctor said that nausea could be a symptom, but this seems way too severe. If this happens everytime I take the medicine, I really can't keep taking it.
He also gave me a second anti-depressant that has a tranquilizing effect for me to take before I go to bed.

But I'm not taking it tonight because:
A) He said it makes you feel hungover in the morning, and I have school tomorrow
B) If it winds up making me sicker, I wouldn't know because I would think it was the Cymbalta. And I wouldn't be able to go to school.

I keep clenching my jaw because of the yawning and the nausea, which is obviously leaving me with a stiff jaw, which means I'm just having a whole damn array of problems.
What could cause me to yawn over and over again?
(Other than the "Speed Racer" movie. But that also induces vomiting.)


Imagine this over and over again for the past two hours. It's becoming torture.
Now Drew is trying to comfort me, which makes me feel bad because he's in Oklahoma with his friend and I'm cutting in to that time.
But I can't stand to be alone when I'm sick. It makes me feel helpless and hopeless.
I have an oral Spanish quiz tomorrow, and there's no way I can study for it like this.
I think I need to try my best to go to sleep. Hopefully I don't swallow my tongue or dream about "Speed Racer".
Oh god, just saying that made me gag. Speed Racer... *shudders*

I Bit The Bullet, Took The Plunge, The Whole Shebang

I signed up for 17 credits today.
Why?
Because obviously I'm insane and someone needs to take me to a mental hospital.
RIGHT NOW.
But you know what? I procrastinate, and that's my only problem.
And now that Drew has a job, I have to do something to keep myself preoccupied.
Twiddling my thumbs gets old. And tormenting Tiffany, while amusing for a little while, gets old too.
Which is a shame, because tormenting Tiffany used to be my go-to boredom eradicator.
Behind naked slip 'n slide.
(Note to self: Don't ever google naked slip 'n slide again.)
(Seriously, don't do it.)
(I know some of you are about to. Don't.)

Every class that I signed up for was available, which was pretty exciting.

Today in math class I got my 3rd test back, and I got a 90. Which is damn good for me.
I should be a rocket scientist.
Vroom vroom into outer spaaaaaaaaaaaaace!I could design rockets.
No one says they would actually fly, but I could design them.
I just tried to draw one in order to be more of a smartass, but it looked like a penis and so I deemed it inappropriate for general publication.
So I drew a new one, with ladybugs!The ladybugs are to add a dash of flair to the already rockin' rocket.

I need some advice, guys. And it's important.
More important than the never ending fight of caramel vs. carmel. And yes, that's a fight I've been a part of many, many times.
(It's caramel you syllable dropping freaks.)
Me and Drew barely have problems anymore, but there are two bones of contention between us.
He forgets to say bye when he's busy, and he misses my text messages. Constantly.
Both of these annoy the HELL out of me. How hard is it to do either of these things?
How do I try to adjust this?
It's not enough for me to be like I HATE YOU. But enough to be frustrated.
I'm thinking torture. Eventually he would crack and never be able to do it again without fear of the torture that would follow...
Something like this should be effective:Or I could make him watch this on repeat for 10 hours straight:
You know, they actually USE the Barney "I Love You" song as a torture device.
How sad is that? Although I'm sure if someone played that on loop, I'd spill all of my secrets.
"I once wet my pants and slept in the same swimsuit because I was too embaressed to admit what I did to get a new pair of underwear!" "I asked where the WMDs are." "Oh... oops? Don't tell anyone I told you that."In other news, I have a rash completely covering my legs. See it? Faintly? Yeah, it's BRIGHT RED in person. My camera washes everything out.
It looks like someone rubbed poison ivy all over my legs. Maybe I could make it into a fashion statement.

Other than my rash, my classes and such nothing's new.
Going to Star Trek Wednesday for an early release. Tomorrow working on 3 papers to get done.
Woo, too busy.And here's a picture of me that I took today in class. I was the only one there because I was early. Plus I was sitting next to the window. But I thought I'd share. (note the twilight shirt)
I'M TRYING OUT TWITTER! http://twitter.com/cossie220
It's also on the right sidebar over there... so... check?

Perm Luck? Still None.

Yeah, my perm came out.
I'm not surprised. The last time I had a perm (4th grade), it came out the same day.
It's so disappointing to sit there for 3 hours doing the process, and then have it amount to nothing.
Twice.
So what am I going to do?
Go to the salon near my house and have THEM do it.
And if it doesn't stick then, I'm shaving my head and telling everyone to call me Steve.
Because my hair is not fit to be a woman.

I had to write a paper for my history class today.
Woo, huh?
It's like "Here's some stuff that happened a long time ago. Give your opinion on it. But your opinion is probably WRONG."

The scariest part of the day has been putting together my fall schedule.
I got the VERY last day for registration.
Seriously, the last last. As in people have had two weeks ahead of me to choose classes.
Which means that I get the bottom of the barrel classes.
The "Staff" classes.
"What's a staff class?" you may be asking as you eat an entire sleeve of thin mints, or wear a snuggie inappropriately.
Well, a staff class is a class that does not have an assigned teacher yet.
Which in reality means you could get the best teacher in the world, or by MY experience get a teacher that you want to frame for murder.
Any staff class that I had was a class from hell, so I avoid them at ALL costs.

I'm nervous. Of course I set up a schedule that had 3 class choices for each time slot, but that doesn't mean ANY of them will be available. If I have to pad my schedule with staff classes I am going to be so mad.
I may actually frame someone for murder.
I wouldn't do the murdering of course.
I would just... find a murder and frame someone for it.
Yep, that's what I'd do.

My sign up day is tomorrow while I'm at school, so I'm dragging along my laptop and watching por... I mean taking notes tomorrow.
Although I'll probably just use the laptop to sign up for my classes and put it away.
Of course the cursing that would ensue probably won't help.
"WHAT? MY HISTORY TEACHER'S CLASS IS FULL!? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
My whole Monday schedule is based around the history teacher that I have now.
I love his class. He's so enthusiastic and it's funny. He'll get so into his lectures.
But that's what I love. I love having a teacher that loves what he does.
Because when you have the self-loathing "I COULD'VE BEEN AN ASTRONAUT" teacher, your life is a living hell the entire semester.

Here's a run-down of what my schedule will (ideally) look like.
Be prepared to cringe.
Monday and Wednesday:
History 101 = 9:30 AM - 10:50 AM
Philosophy 102 OR Psychology 102 = 11:00 AM - 12:20 PM
Astronomy 101 OR Philosophy 102 = 12:30 PM - 1:50 PM
Tuesday and Thursday:
Spanish 112 = 9:00 AM - 10:50 AM
Anthropology 101 (Only if I do not have 3 classes on Monday) = 11:00 AM - 12:20 PM
Physics 110 = 12:30 PM - 2:20 PM OR
Geology 101 OR Biology 101 = 11:00 AM - 3:30 PM

In all = 17 Credits

Confusing as hell, right?
It's the weirdest mix of classes. But it's what I have to run with.
I will be SO disappointed if something falls through. These classes are perfectly synchronized and completely satisfy what I need for my degree.
I determined actually that if I took two science classes and two of my social science classes along with my Philosophy class, I'd only have Spanish and History left.
And then I realized that I'd only have one Spanish class per semester. Which would be cool, but actually a waste of space.
I'd rather take many classes than one. That's just stupid.

Is it bad that I'm choosing Physics over biology? My reasoning for it is simple.
Physics is a combined class with their lab. (I need one science with a lab, one without.)
Astronomy would satisfy without, so Physics would satisfy with.

That will leave me with two semesters of spanish, and two social science classes.
Which is like Psychology and Anthropology.
So I would take Spanish, Psychology, Anthropology, and then go to University and round out my last year of Spanish there while working on my bachelors.
Woo.
Spanish at University is HARD. Like, shoot yourself in the eye after you got your BB Gun hard.
"You'll shoot your eye out!" "I know, I'm trying to, I have to take University spanish!" "Oh god, that's awful! Here, take my gun!"

I'll get through it, I hope. But taking FIVE classes next semester is a bold move on my part.
Especially with names like "philosophy" and "physics".
-sobs quietly to self-

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I Never Have Luck With Perms

I had my mom give me a perm yesterday. I specified that I wanted big curls, not tiny spiral ones.
I didn't get either.
I got waves.
Which is fine, I can live with it. But it's not that drastic of a change compared to what I had.
And I mean come on, I'm so gorgeous that the only way anyone would notice my hair would be with a big change.
I'm going to re-perm it in a couple of weeks. But this time I'll pay the 50 dollars to people at a salon to do it. Because they know how to get my hair crazy good!
Just like poptarts.

Yesterday sucked for Las Vegas. Danny Gans died.
Danny Gans was one of our biggest performers.
I'm even angrier because even though I've seen almost EVERY performer in this town, I never got around to seeing him.
What kind of luck is that? I mean, I even saw Siegfried and Roy before Roy got all raunchy with the lion.
You know Roy had to provoke that lion somehow.
Lion: "That blingy little... I'm done. I'm done. His outfits are too flamboyant. raaaaawr."
Roy: "Oh no, this is so not fabulous. aaaaaaah."Luckily Siegfried and Roy don't read my blog, so I'm sure I won't get any cease and desi... oh look, two angry gay men at the door... wonder what they want?
Kidding.

But yeah, Danny Gans dying was shocking to everyone in Vegas. I was on the phone with Drew when I saw the news on Yahoo and went "Oh my god, Danny Gans died!"
"What?! When!?"
His name is plastered around town, so everywhere you go you're reminded that he's no longer here. It's a really somber feeling.
My dad wrote an article about him yesterday, and it is here:
http://lasvegassun.com/news/2009/may/01/band-member-gans-was-top-form-final-show-wednesday/

So, R.I.P Danny. And keep being fabulous in the sky.Drew's on the bus right now coming over here. He's going vroom vroom on the bus bus.
Eventually I'll vroom vroom, but not until I have Shelby and pepper spray.
I've already explained my plan for that.
"Take the smaller one!" and run for it.
(Because Shelby is more tempting than me when it comes to kidnapping)

I watched Frost/Nixon last night. It's really sad that the actor playing Nixon was so good that I started tearing up and said "I want to hug him."
Seriously, he looked so sad and feeble that I just wanted to give him a big hug and say "It's okay, Nixon! I forgive you for Watergate!"
In reality, I DO forgive Nixon for Watergate. It's so stupid to me that one negative thing overshadows a career when he did so many positive things. They get ignored.
Reagan on the other hand... don't like Reagan, will never like Reagan, and I won't be hugging Reagan!