Octopus

Life has sure as hell been pretty eventful this past month. I haven't even had time to write in this thing. I finally have a 10 minute break from life to just veg out and doing something counterproductive...like write in this blog (which is quickly turning into a diary rather than a "web log")

My mom had a few foreign objects implanted in her kidneys and now needs yet another operation to take them out. Its been almost a month since she has left the house. I feel bad because she's going nuts in here. All she does is clean and complain.

My sister's foot has gotten a whole mess better. I mean, better than before. She can walk on it and often forgets that it was fractured less than 7 days ago. She remembers when she falls from the pain pang that takes over her foot when she slams her body weight on it.

School's okay. Nothing new.

I went to the beach with Bora, Arleen and Zach this past Sunday. It was great and completely necessary. Sitting on a pile of eroded rock and glass can sure make stresses fly away for a while....and then I cut my foot. Ironic, ain't it? Afterwards, Arleen went home and the rest of us headed for some Korean food that had magical healing powers.

After the noodle-fest, we spent hours and hours talking in the car at Riverwalk. It was the best conversation I've had in months. I won't mention what was discussed but it involved a common goal I plan on accomplishing this summer rather "forgetting about it." An intervention will take place. That's all I'm saying about that.

Even today, when talking with Zach and Myriam, the problem was mentioned and the goal was identical. We all have this problem eating away at us and personally, I'm sick / scared of it. I'm doing something about this.

I don't know why the Polyphonic Spree's cover of "Wig in a Box" feels appropriate right now. I think its the whole "evolution/revolution" theme of the song. I don't know...but I'll just put it here and refer back to it tomorrow. I'm pretty sure I'll have a "what the fuck?" kinda reaction to it.

I haven't straightened (or even passed a brush through) my hair in almost a month. Its starting to dread up. I'm gonna try to straighten it tomorrow but I'm scared it'll look like a wig.

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A WIG!!!!!!! That's why this song sounded appropriate! For some odd reason, people have been thinking I'm miserable because my hair is a mess. But hell, "I put on some makeup" and "suddenly I'm" normal happy Vany. Oh man, writing down internal dialogue helps a lot.