||[Aug. 12th, 2006|05:36 pm]
12:50, press Return.
I feel like closing this journal with a repeat of my first entry .... it was memorable. So much has happened since. I'm older. I'm harder. I'm softer. I'm stupider. I'm brighter. But, I need to close this instance of my life and start taking control rather than just floating along and trying to get into e parties, when I know I'm faking it. Living with this many drugs and this many hinderances to what I want to do, is only a waste of time. My balls have gown, but decisiveness to use them has not. I personally think this is by far the most hilarious post that I have ever written, which many of you have never read. I give you one last combination of wtf laugh ... everything in this is true and very terse to the full extent. |
June 27th 2004:
last final was on a friday
vacation started with a camping trip up north, -tues
by thurs I was crawling my ass back home
I fell off this nice little cliff
it took me three and a half hours to drag my ass back up the cliff and then, (literally, unfortunately I didn't leave any of it behind like as eraser trail), 1.5 mi. back to the camp site. Got there and of course there's no one there. So I drag my ass into a tent, and decide its about time to pass out, but I'm a nerd and want to do an autopsy report, so I bust out a drawing of one of those crash dummies and state the cause of death
12 hours later I'm finally in some sort of emergency room, which true to style has a dirt road going up to the door.
the road was indicative of the care; I later had to take one splinter and 2 rocks out of my foot.
summation of injuries- concussion, 2 broken bones( one spiral one clean break), inflamed chest(though it didn't help my bra size), tweaked back with sustained bruising, and worst of all, may no one ever curse you to this in hell, poison oak.
I had poison oak up my ass crack, in my armpits (while I was on crutches), in my cast, and between my fingers, parts of it actually reached the point of light bleeding. I left stains on my bed from where I slept at night while the puss drooled down.
it took 3.5 days for my heart beat to go below 120 and another 5 for it to drop below 100. with a grand total of 5 staples to the head and 2 months on crutches.
the part I can't believe is they offered me morphine
but I'm worse than any dork and wanted to go drug free throughout the entire thing
--on the plus side that means I have 2 full bottles of vicodin, and some other versions of medications sitting around for later
so a month on I can now stay awake for a full day, which of course is when they push the bill under your nose :)
what can I say?
I'm a full blown atheist
I didn't scream mommy, or even the politically correct according to Freud, daddy, I just started singing:
give me your answer do
I'm half crazy
all for the love of you
it won't be a fancy marriage
I can't afford a carriage
but you'll look sweet upon the seat
of a bicycle made for two
the part that sucks is I won't have any visible scars to show off, so you've just read my version of bragging
jealous aren't you :)
August 12 2006:
There are two thoughts that bad writing just didn't include .. when I was climbing back up the cliff I just looked down and realized that I could just falll and finish the job ... and ... ironies of ironies at one point I was 100m from the road, and you'll never guess what passed - a siren blaring ambulance. rich eh?