I've decided to write a book.

I got my first words on paper tonight. So far there are 626 of them. I also have a few titles I'm working with. Not sure how everything will turn out. I'm 1% of the way through! I'm really excited about this.

Dallas Is Not My Favorite Place

I'm in Dallas now. No job, no school, two friends, no boyfriend, and essentially no car. What to do with my time?

I need a hobby. Currently, my only one is helping my mom take care of her new horse for about two hours each day. He's a pretty cool animal. There's a horse on that ranch who loves me, though. He followed me around in the pouring rain for half an hour today. I think it's pretty well decided that we're friends.

In other news, I have no other news. I spend my days watching tv, looking for a job, and surfing the web. I'm trying to figure a way out of Texas as soon as possible, but that's still slow going.

I really have nothing to write about. Maybe after a nap.

Women's Health Is Fun

Health update: I just discovered what appears to be a cyst on the underside of my left breast. I went to the doctor for a physical exam, and she's referred me to a surgeon to see about removing it.

This is weird, even for me and my constant weird symptoms. I don't know what's going on with my body (a bit of an abnormal case), but I'm trying to cover all my bases. I got tested for every STI under the sun and am [im]patiently awaiting the results. That should happen in about a week. *crosses fingers*
For various, unnerving reasons, another possibility is pregnancy. I don't think I am, but I can't help but wonder. Things are just too strange right now.

My appointment with the surgeon is on Monday. If nothing is discovered from that, the STI test results are negative, and I get my period next week; I'll have to go to the Women's Health Center for some more thorough examinations.

Recap

First milestone: Monday
Second milestone: Tuesday
Third milestone: next Friday

Hopefully, it'll end there.

I'm trying to keep up with my blogging. I think it'll be pretty easy to do now that the summer has officially begun. I'm not taking any classes, most everyone is out of town, and my only time commitment is work for five hours every day. Not bad. Plenty of time to write.

Anyway, I'm wearing quite a smile today. I don't know how to describe it. I have a million wonderful thoughts in my head and so much happiness inside me it's ridiculous. I talked to my baby's namesake the other day. I'm glad for that. We haven't spoken in a while, and I really miss him.

I hope to see Up on Tuesday or Wednesday with my favorite person of the day. I've heard it's REALLY good. And I want to catch it in 3D for sure.

Since I first heard about the Blink reunion, I've been following Mark Hoppus on twitter. His stuff is actually pretty entertaining. If he weren't so funny, I'd delete my account right now. You should check him out. Ashton Kutcher's twitter, on the other hand, is dumb. I really don't know how that poor guy has so many followers.

I'm trying to plan a camping trip this summer. I've had this [free] tent for a year now and am itching to christen it. I also love camping.

I'm reallyreallyreallyreallyreally smiling big today. It's ridiculous. I feel like I just took a supercrazy huge step in my life. I may have just made a friend. And he may have stolen my Whataburger and my brownies. Well, actually the brownies were for him. Eat them all, babe!

Plans for this week: Recover, sleep, get some food in my stomach, work, get paid, pay some bills, hit the movies, spend some time by the pool, chill with my homies.

I Haven't Blogged In AGES

Howdy, blog..ees. Blogees!

I'm sick. In bed. Sooo...I have nothing to do but play on the net. Here I am :D

Anyway, about restaurants: sit where the hostess seats you. Don't bitch about your table. Leave at least a 10% tip (the servers only get about $2 an hour).
Ok, I'm done venting about that.

In other news...I'm pretty sure I just flunked out. No worries. I don't really care about school anyway.

AND just as I was about to say, "I think I'll try this dating thing again," I get news that all my friends in relationships are having the worst time ever. I'll save dating for another day.

I got a new car! It's a Nissan. Pretty nice if I may say so. And I have a new job. I won't tell you where I work because I'm trying to remain stealthy. But it's really nice. I like it.

And I am probably the second or third happiest I have ever been in my entire life.

Time Is Not Mine

Today has been quite an eventful day.

It began with a visit to the new psychiatrist. She prescribed me some Zoloft. Says she wants to keep me on it for at least a year. She wanted me to start it today, so I had to run to the drug store to get the prescription filled. It was 11:30. They said it would be ready between 1:00 and 1:30. So I went home and ordered some Chinese.

The food was supposed to be ready by 1:20. When I got to the restaurant to pick up my [less than] delicious meal, the hostess told me they hadn't received my order. Their fax machine was out of paper (obviously this didn't matter to them), and three other orders shot out before mine did. Wow. They're a great establishment. I'll certainly [NOT] be returning to give them more of my business.

Anyway, so I left for the drug store to pick up my pills. I got there at 1:30, and they hadn't even begun to fill the prescription. Oh yeah, and I had a doctor's appointment that I had to be at by 2:10. Rush! So I wait for about ten more minutes for them to fill that and get me checked out. Then I race back to the Chinese joint and grab my meal. It didn't taste as good as I thought it would be, but it wasn't too bad.

By now it's almost 2:00 and I still have to find a parking spot on campus. Ugh. Luckily I found a 30 minute spot pretty close to the clinic and was able to make my appointment. The stink part was that I got there early, and the doctor didn't see me until 2:50. She prescribed me some steroids and muscle relaxers for my back. I thought for sure I'd have a parking ticket ($50--eep!), but I got lucky. Thank goodness.

Long story short, I'm now on a total of five prescriptions; and I'm seeing two counselors, a psychiatrist, and a physical therapist. Time is not mine.

I don't receive any love.

Everybody wants me to get better, but nobody wants to help me get better. Tell me I'm wrong.

I dare you.