Thursday, July 28, 2011

adventures i'd rather not have.

So Tuesday morning i woke up with a weird pain in my chest. I felt it and found a marble sized lump that was very extremely painful. This stupid little lump immediately freaked me out. I totally thought cancer! I was so so scared. Well i told myself i was being irrational and calmed down a little bit. Mom came home, i had her feel this stupid little bump. Well she freaked out, which made me freak out again, and it was just a big hot mess. So my mom called the doctor and we made an appointment for that afternoon.

Well the doctor was really nice. She was super awesome and totally calmed me down. She told me that since it hurt it most likely wasn't cancer, which was a HUGE relief and she told me that i should get an ultra sound so they can know what this dumb little thing is. She also checked my back (for those who don't know my body is at war with itself and my back hates me) and told me my spine is curved really bad. So she also suggested I get an xray.

So today my awkward adventures started in the waiting room of the radiologist. They called out my name and what i was there for, so I stand up and everyone looked at me. They were totally all thinking: ultrasound+plus teenage girl= TEEN PREGNANCY! i wanted to say really loud, "Ya ultrasound on my BREAST LUMP" geez people! Seriously?!

And the ultrasound lady barely spoke english. So she asked me if it still hurt, which it does. So she nods and goes on like she respects that. Then she pulls out that demon paddle thing and basically stabs me with it. For like 10 minutes she pressed the dumb little paddle with NASTY gel crap into my painful bumb. I wanted to yell HELLO!?! IT FREAKIN HURTS! Can't you hear my little gasps and whimpers. Gah idiots!

Then with the xray, i was put into a freakin gown that i could've fit 8 of me into. It seriously did nothing for me. Aren't they supposed to cover me up? I'm pretty sure they aren't supposed to FALL OFF ME! At least the guy taking the xrays was nice. But still i had to retie the only 2 little ties on the circus tent like a bazillion times.

Ya so I won't have results for anything for a few days maybe weeks. Crossing my fingers it's nothing serious. And i also have to make an appointment for a spine specialist because, oh ya, on top of everything else, my spine is in the shape of a HUGE "s".

Ya i'm all messed up, didn't cha know?

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

A hairy situation...

So basically having long thick hair in the middle of summer basically makes me want to punch someone in the face. I seriously go back and forth between wanting to chop it all off and the knowledge that I will go through some serious hair withdrawals if i do. It really is a problem. I mean honestly, no one needs this much hair. For real!

Now i know i'm one of the blessed few who can get away with NEVER doing their hair, and I know that it's because it's long and heavy so it basically can only be straight, and i think that's why i've never actually carried out my many many threats to take scissors to mane. I'm just too lazy. I know that if i cut it short it will just be work, work, work all the time (hooray for princess bride quotes). But i'm not kidding. I love not having to do it and i hate having it long in the summer... so basically i'm stuck.

The problems of having long hair in the summer are as follows

Sleeping: I suffocate from the heat, my hair and the heat caused by my hair.
Swimming: I drown in it. It becomes a 20 pound weight on my neck and shoulders. I get out and it dries however it freakin wants. Brushing through it afterwards is a pain because it dries SO SLOW so half is wet and half is dry, which means a nightmare for my brush.
Split ends: Combine heat, chlorine, hair ties on wet hair, and boating and you get a magical concoction for split ends (cue sarcastic "YAY"....) which make me look like a frizzy hot mess...

See, long hair isn't as fun and flouncy as you think....

So i'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I love my long hair, just not in 115 degree weather. My boy loves my long hair too... but then again he's not even in the US anymore, so i can do whatever i dang well please to my hair and he will have to love me anyways. I'm pretty sure my family would never approve of me cutting my hair so i'd have to pull a Mulan and cut my hair with a sword in the middle of the night which im guessing only works out in the movies. And the fact that i'd be too lazy to do my hair if it was short (which is the argument my loving sister always brings up) basically stops me dead in my tracks whenever i threaten to cut it.

So ya. It's definitely a hairy situation.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

I can only take so many girls at one time...

So this past week I spent at Girls Camp. I honestly tried so so hard to get out of it. I did NOT want to spend a week with girls that can't function without $100 jeans on and makeup plastered on their faces. So obviously I made every excuse I could find to convince my parents to let me stay home. Lets just say I shouldn't be a lawyer because apparently my argument wasn't very convincing and i was forced to get on a bus Tuesday morning with a million other girls. Well it wasn't as bad as i thought it was going to be. Not that it was the best experience of my life, it just didn't kill me. The biggest problem about it was that it was over the HP7 premier. That was depressing. I mean it was the last Harry Potter premier EVER and i missed it. Wow. Lame. But all of the girls were really fun about it, running around in robes with scars drawn on their foreheads. We even read the 7th book out loud to eachother. Did you know how fun it is to read out loud in a British accent. Because I didn't, and know it's like the greatest thing ever. :)

But girls who come to camp and slack off and don't do anything really make me want to kick a puppy in the face. I mean really who pays 75 dollars to go sleep in a cabin? That is like the dumbest thing in the entire world.  And those kind of girls are the reason i was trying so hard to avoid camp. However, i need to be fair and say that not all the girls are like that. The girls I spent my time with were really quite fantastic. And i did have a good time, and made good friends so thats a plus.

Oh, and i did go see HP7 when I got home. And OH MY HOLY WOW it's the greatest thing ever of my life. I'm a little, well actually a lot, depressed that its over. No more Harry Potter movies in the theater ever again. That realization was a hard pill to swallow. I Love Harry Potter. Like, a lot. ;) Ya i'm a nerd, get over it.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Typical 1st Blog

Yes yes I know. Everyone in the world who's ever started blogging has to blog about her first blog post. But i figure you kind of have to know who i am and what i'm about to decide if you even want to read on.
Well my full name is Abbeney and to be honest with you, i'm blogging to keep up with my older sister. ;) You'll hear about Allora a lot. She's my only sister and i love her to bits and pieces (if you want to read her blog it's The Best Is Yet To Come. It's quite fantastic). We're 4 years apart and we're as thick as thieves. I tell her everything. But she is the reason I have started this blog. She even set it up for me (bless her) because i am tech-retarded.
Apart from Allie, i also have a little brother who is 2 years younger than i am. As far as little brothers go he's alright. Brennan gets on my nerves sometimes but thats his job. You'll probably read about him through out this blog also.
I like to write, but i don't really have time.... so if you do follow this blog, dont be surprised if my posts are few and far between. I really hope thats not the case, but it is definitely a possibility.
Ok.... so thats all i really have to say on my first post ever. I wish it was more amazing, but if you're actually judging me then you suck. :)