sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
[stumbles into room, collapses into chair, misses completey, falls to floor]

YOU GUYS. I'm sorry. I'm not dead. I was...lost! In the Kalahari Desert! Surviving on wild watermelon and antelope! Until I was discovered--my throat parched and my mind feverish and thoroughly mad from the heat--by a family of nouveau riche publishing moguls who happened to be on safari there, riding camels across the dry riverbed.

In any case! Here I am now. Here is my life since the last one. (If it is overly long, it's because this is for my own benefit as much as anyone's--more so, even.)


It turns out that the PET (?) scan revealed another cancerous lymph node, which means he has Stage 2, not 1. But the outlook is still overwhelmingly positive. They aren't going to operate to remove the other node; they're just going to kill it with chemo and radiation. The chemo has made him feel sick and faint and has given him horrible mouth/tongue pain (thrush) as well as other bits of general crappiness. Not sure when he's going to lose his hair. For some reason I thought it would have happened by now, but he's still got his full head, so.


For around two months now, I have been having this weird pain in the right side of my abdomen, right across from my navel. It started during a time of...unusual gastrointestinal difficulty, so at first I attributed it to that. But the weeks went by and it still hurts. (Hurt a lot in LA, actually.) It hurts ONLY when I'm up and walking around, tightening my stomach muscles. In LA, some uncomfortable fullness after a large breakfast at Denny's caused it to NOT hurt. It doesn't hurt to press on it--actually, if it's hurting, it feels better if I press on it.

It hasn't been bothering me too much lately because I'm back at work and largely sedentary, but that's not to say that whatever's causing it isn't still there. I've had an ultrasound done, which showed absolutely nothing. My blood test came back fine. Next up is a CT scan! Yaaaay.


Yeah, so I finally got this thing to fix my stupid jaw. It seems to be helping, although I am probably not wearing it as much as I should (but can you blame me? It is damn hard to talk with this thing in, and I get pissed off every time I try).

UHHHH. oh yeah.

For an extra $100 a month (which J is paying to me in exchange for me letting him keep stuff in here--this was the condition upon which I finally agreed), I moved out of my tiny closet-like room and into the big room with the large closet and the BATHROOM (half-bath, but still) all to myself. Now I have room to do my pilates!


On July 26, J and I went out to the Eastern Shore to stay in this beach house down the road from some friends of his. Dude is an amateur movie maker and was debuting his newest finished film. (I really want to be nice, but I can't say that I thought his execution was very good.) It was a really cool beach house and a really cool weekend overall (biting flies notwithstanding). The nights out there are so dark and clear that you can see every star. I spotted Cassiopeia and realized that I need to learn more constellations. And spend a lot more time out on a dock, lying on my back and pointing out stars.


On August 5 we all took a day off work to go to an amusement park. I survived the DOMINATOR! without vomiting and was proud. Had more luck on the Avalanche, and opted to skip the (scary) Volcano and the bumpy Grizzly. And whatever else scary things they have there. Had better luck in the water park, getting dumped on by a giant bucket of water (so much water! Almost lost my shorts) with Bryan and his girlfriend, Vanessa.

Then J and I got into a big fight over him not listening to a damn thing I said and me being mental and we almost broke up on the drive home, but we did not and I am happy because of that.


For one reason or another, we could not get a direct flight from BWI to LAX. I was so paranoid about losing luggage that I decided to cram one week's worth of stuff into one carry-on sized suitcase and a tote bag. AND I DID. So we stayed in this absolutely gorgeous hotel, the Biltmore, which is where a few Academy Awards were hosted, and is also the last place Elizabeth Short, aka The Black Dahlia, was seen alive. (spooky)

Also, the pool (which I swam in!) was featured in Cruel Intentions.

And guys, it is 11:11pm (!) and I am pooped, so I am just going to cut it off here for now and finish this some other time in the near (I mean it!) future.

NEXT TIME ON Sin Tetas No Hay ParaĆ­so (lol):
- and MY NEW CAR!

Good night, my darlings. :)
sirena: (blue beetle; wtf?)
Ugh, a lot of stuff has happened since last time and here it all is.
  1. (This may have happened before the last post, I don't remember.) When J and I went to see Get Smart (which I really enjoyed, actually, even though it was very much Steve Carrell on the screen and not Steve-Carrell-channelling-Don-Adams (but that's okay, I like Steve Carrell)), we parked in a garage in Bethesda. Above the thing that spits out your ticket was an LCD display, which showed the date and time and a short message: The door is open. So weirded out.
  2. Allie has seen Linda since she sent me that weird email, and she is not dead or possessed/eaten/otherwise seized by a demonic house, or replaced by a pod person.
  3. Allie graduated, I went to her party and did not get drunk at all (I succumbed to an abdomen full of carbonation instead). Soon she will get a good job and make much more money than me. (Haha, not jealous. Nope.)
  4. I decided to take Lily's room when she moves out, but as always there are complications and she is dragging her fucking feet getting back to me about it. For fuck's sake, woman, stop being a party girl for five minutes and email me IT IS NEARLY MID-JULY. Also, IT IS NEARLY MID-JULY and you have still not found housing yet. What are you waiting for??
    1. OK, she did just email me (four days later), but is still being a PITA.
  5. I have been playing the shit out of FFX-2 since I paranoidly abandoned it four years ago. Going well so far.
  6. My brother has mono. Hooray!
  7. Anna arranged a big group trip to go white water rafting today, July 6.
    1. Yesterday I:
      1. Got a haircut!
      2. Went to REI and miraculously found Teva sandals in my size to wear on said rafting trip. Also cute flip flops.
      3. Went to Panera for lunch with Mum.
      4. Went to church since we were supposed to leave at 6:30am today, to make the 10am rafting time.
    2. At 8:35 pm I left for Jeremy's house; Bryan and Anna's friend Udaya were going to meet us there this morning and it would be easier for me to just stay there.
    3. At 9:10, 9:15-ish, I was driving down Rte. 108 in Clarksville. Nothing good on the radio--I think I had it switched to a crap remix of "Pocketful of Sunshine" (yes, I had to look it up). I came around a corner to an intersection (Centennial Lane, which means nothing to any of you but it's for my own recollection) and the light just turned yellow. I didn't have enough time to stop so I kept going. There was a car in the oncoming left turn lane, and as I entered the intersection I saw him pull out, assuming he was going to enter the intersection, wait for me to pass, and then turn (which is NOT a traffic violation; if you're in the intersection when the light turns red, you can still go). Instead, he just kept coming and I thought ohJesuspleaselethimstopmakehimstopmakehimstop--but we all know how this ends: with a front-end collision. Little fucker slammed right into me (or vice versa, if he had entered the path of my car).

      I screamed, both airbags deployed (which I don't remember, but sure enough there they were), and when I climbed out the whole car was filled with airbag powder and smelled like burning. I oriented myself and made sure the other car was ok--four people; two guys, a chick, and a younger kid, maybe 10. Dude #1 (driver) comes flying out of the car--"Why'd you do that, miss?! Why'd you do that?!" Um, do what? Drive in a straight line? He was in my face, accusing me of speeding (which I wasn't--I was going 45 at most in a 40 or 45 zone), giving me some bullshit about it being a "stop sign" (not sure if he meant this literally or if he was just spewing nonsense in the heat of the moment (and to which I replied, "No, it's a stop light, and it wasn't red, and you're supposed to yield to me")), telling me I was "way back there!" (it's not a blind curve, you can see it in the Google Map), and then asking me if I was drinking. Because when you're an incompetent driver, everyone else must be drunk. This pisses me off so much in retrospect; I wish I had had the presence of mind to tell that little asscocker off. How dare you.
    4. Anyway, I dug out my phone and called: 911; Jeremy (who was less than 10 minutes away); and my mother.
    5. My horn decided to spontaneously go batshit, and the firefighters had to cut the wires to the battery to get it to shut up.  Which means my New Pornographers CD is still trapped in the CD player.
    6. Jeremy showed up and we emptied out as much of my car as we could in the dark with no lights (see: no battery).
    7. When the cop took my license, etc., I noticed he had the other kid's in his hand, and it was the red, vertically-aligned, under-21 type. I'm hoping this means his insurance skyrockets, and that maybe it was his father's car and maybe he is super grounded for the rest of his life, and also maybe he is castrated. No, actually, I'm okay with the castration.
    8. The cop told me unequivocally that Dude is the at-fault driver, and even if I had been drinking, he would still be at fault, since I had the right of way.
    9. I'm going to guess it's totalled, but we'll see.  If I remember, I'll post some pictures.
    10. My mother, having just been in an accident last month (and who has been going to PT as a result), really wanted me to go to the hospital as a precaution.  When we got there it was 10:42; we waited until almost 1:00 until I heard my name called, which was a feat in itself, because
      1. It was difficult to hear anyone's name being called, much less understand what name was being said (no PA system?  No MVA-style your-number-is-being-called?  Nope, just a dude sticking his head out of a door across a busy, noisy room)
      2. DUDE YOU HAVE A THICK ACCENT.  Before I get anyone up in arms, I'm not being xenophobic.  I like accents a lot.  Just not when I'm trying to tell the difference between "Nichole" and "Michael" and between God knows how many last names.  Also,
      3. IT WAS ALMOST 1:00AM.  And I was exhausted.  He is lucky I wasn't asleep.
    11. I'm getting defensive because when I was taken into triage, in the middle of giving all of my vital information, I was told, "You know, I called your name 40 minutes ago."  ...Which is supposed to help me how?  What's your point, exactly?  I didn't hear you, dude, get over it. 

      After he finished taking my information, he asked me, "How long do you want to wait here?"  I looked at him, sort of dumbfounded, and said, "Uh...not long?  How long is it going to take?"  What the fuck kind of question is this?  He stared at me, looked at Jeremy (who was a total sweetheart and sat with me in the waiting room the whole boring time), and said, "Nevermind, I'll ask him.  How long do you want to wait?"  J was just as confused as I was.  "I dunno, 10 minutes?  Whatever, as long as it takes."  Seriously, what kind of question is this?

      So this guy (triage nurse? I am resisting the urge to call him "Dude" again) leads us into the ER rooms and says, "You can come with me now--unless you'd like to wait longer."  Okay, you know, I get it.  You called me, I didn't come a-runnin', and now you are going to rub it in my face every chance you get.  What a great idiot am I.  You are a cheerless jackass.  I DO NOT care that it is 1:00 in the morning.  This is your job.  You do not have an excuse to be bitchy with me, or to expect that I will be perfectly alert and awake when it's so late and I've just been in an accident and the spike of adrenaline is coming back down and I am lucky I can keep my eyes open.

      I'd really like to complain to someone about him, but I'm not sure of the right way to do it.
    12. Aside from the grumpy doctor (again, your job, be pleasant--even on my worst days in retail, I was always nice to people who were nice to me), the nurses were great.  Nothing broken; just a lot of bruises, some swelling on my left forearm, a cut on my right, and some abrasions from the airbag that are starting to itch a little.
    13. Needless to say, we skipped rafting.  :(
    14. But I do get a pass for 3 days off work.  :)
And now I am super super tired.  If you got this far, God bless you, you are a saint.
sirena: (blood blood blood)
GrossOutFilter: Girl-related grossness herein (not mine!). )

oh my hell why are my roommates so gross

to my horror, i realize: this icon
sirena: (blood blood blood)
bastard ant

I found another one! Please note the scale.

A few minutes later I started to feel bad, so I freed him by throwing him off the balcony.

At some point tomorrow I'll have to mention the Strange Dude in My Apartment.
sirena: (banksy; i'm nothing if not unrealistic)
Updated two weeks ago! That is terrible, even by my lax posting standards.

Two things to get out of the way, then:

Rumsfeld arts and crafts!
Happy Belated Caleb's Birthday!

eggman dance
Happy Day-Early Michael Watson's Birthday!

There we go. The rest of this may be long, and I apologize, and I'll try to keep it interesting with lots of paragraph breaks.

Since the accident, I've had to do a lot of legwork with the other guy's insurance company. At one point I thought I was going to have to deal with his father, who wrote his policy, but fate intervened on my behalf and I got to avoid that awkward scenario. As I understand it, there was a dispute, but it seems to have worked in my favor, as his insurance is springing for a rental car for me. Huzzah! The downside of this is that it means I will have to clean out my trunk, which is full of three years work of art projects.

The weekend after the accident (10/5), we attempted to go camping. Unfortunately all we managed was to make the 1.5 hour trip out there, find everything full, drive around some freaky dirt roads in the mountains at night, and come home. The actual camping trip happened this past weekend, which was a bit colder but not unbearable, except when the dog woke up at 4am to pee.

SUNDAY! Was of Montreal at Ram's Head Live (MGMT and Grand Buffet opened). It was ever bit as surreal and fantastic as I had expected. I'm slightly depressed to learn that Kevin Barnes looks better in fishnets than I do. Easily the most amazing show I've ever been to that wasn't a TMBG show (I've seen them so many (6!) times, they're in a different category). It was a lot like this:

(Also, a slideshow of pictures from Sunday)

I think I am in love with you, Kevin Barnes, but I'm afraid I ain't got no Soul Power.

In other news, the Bad Days have shown up a bit late. J doesn't seem to understand how debilitating and paralyzing my fears are, and I am afraid of a lot of things. I don't know how to explain it to him, and I'm afraid he won't care and just wants me to get over it, and I feel horrible and disgusting at the thought of saying them out loud anyway. So I shut down. I don't know what to do with this--I just want to get in my car and drive and get lost.

Also: For Halloween, my roommates want to go out to Adams Morgan or Dupont Circle (big obnoxious party), J wants to go to his friend's for a party (small, possibly obnoxious party at which I will likely be the only person not drinking). I would be perfectly content to put on my Jem thang and go wander around Fells Point again or Ellicott City or Annapolis or Georgetown. Or just go driving. But I have stupidly acquiesced to both of these things when I'd really rather not do either.

I am off to go watch an episode of X-Men: The Animated Series now.


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