Healing!

Look! I am officially healing! My arm was lovely and bruised for over a week and now merely a smudge remains. It is still a little sore on the muscle but I can move it and carry things without it going nuts on me! I kept catching people staring at it on the metro or when I walked around anywhere. The funniest had to be I was in the elevator and someone asked me if my tattoo was new. I was all confused and replied, "What tattoo?" And he pointed to my arm and said, "The music note." I looked and had to laugh and explain it wasn't a tattoo but a botched blood job. Awesome. Hah.

So this weekend Ryan and I went to Ocean City. It was spontaneous. We left at about 1am Friday night, arrived around 4am Saturday morning and just spent the weekend at the beach. I was finally able to eat again and it was glorious. French toast! And beach food!!! I was so excited. The water was FREEZING cold and naturally we had to swim in it since we were there and all. After swimming we heard the ice cream truck and ironically chose to get ice cream since we are smart like that. After showering we hit the boardwalk and went on some rides, like the best roller coaster on a boardwalk I have ever been on! Usually rides down the shore are pretty dinky, but this one was genuinely cool. Lots of loops and a drop and you do it forward first and then you get to do the whole thing again backwards. See? I couldn't get the entire thing in there but you get the general idea.

Sunday we drove home again then I met up with a bunch of people for Rich's birthday to see Indiana Jones. Hokey, funny in parts, eye rolling in others. Like the monkeys... totally awful. Same for all the aliens. Too many aliens. My dad put it best, Steven Spielberg has lost his ability to tell a good story. Agreed. A lot of people apparently felt the same way. Oh Indy... the highlight of the evening was when we tried to leave the theatre in Chinatown we went through the exit at the front of the theatre and went through these random halls in the bowels of the theatre. About 50 people ended up in this random parking garage and then forging our way back to somewhere behind the Verizon Center! I then went to wait for the last green line train home and was on the platform for forty five minutes waiting for the last train of the evening. The metro lady was entertaining on the speaker system.

"Last train to Shady Grove leaving right now. I mean it, right now. Boy you better run. It is not waiting for your slow ass. Go! Run!"

"I know you did not just throw a lit cigarette over there. Right? Right. I am glad we understand one another. Now get on your damn train."

"The last train to Branch Avenue left. Sir. It left. It's gone. I don't know... get a taxi or something. No you can't just walk through the tunnels! Are you stupid?"

I got a good laugh out of it at any rate.

Ryan and his room mate Angel crashed at my place that night and unfortunately Ryan's car was towed from the Target parking lot. I told him that might happen and it didn't the first few times... but yea. Monday we then went to the Nats game. Nationals vs Brewers. We got in late, around the 4th inning, since Ryan had to go get his car, but the game ended up being 11 innings so it made up for it. It was really hot and I got some color sitting there but it was still fun, even if the Nats lost.

I started work Tuesday officially for SOTC (Summer Opera Theatre Company). 10-6 each day so far just build in. Its me, Mark, Jason, Rich, and Nick and then Matt and Anna Laura are there for just build in. I love working in theatre but I do miss acting :( I still have not heard back from the NYC internship officially. Drat.

I might go home to get my car next weekend. Maybe. We shall see. I need it for tech week otherwise I will be quite miserable 10am-11pm with metro reliability.

My Babci had a back surgery/procedure today, she seems to be doing well. Fingers crossed.

Ok I am exhausted. Yay for blogging whether it is read or not.

<3

Sick?

So earlier I mentioned I haven't been feeling well... and I haven't been able to shake it. For nearly two weeks now I have had zero appetite. And if any of you actually know me you know that is a shock. I am a pig. Seriously. Food and I have a special bond. So for me to not be eating is killing me. I still crave food but I cannot keep it down. Not pleasant. Usually I am just nauseous and gross and sorely wishing for a cheeseburger. Now it has gotten to be nearly two weeks so I decided I definitely need to go to the doctor. So I go to this random doctor I found on my insurance website that was within walking distance of my apartment. I called Monday and they told me I had to wait as they had no openings. That's ok, what is one more day without food? So I arrive for my 9am appointment and get seen around 9:45. Ugh.

Then the doctor saw me and told me I was pregnant. Repeatedly. Even when I told him, trust me, I wasn't... he argued with me.

Crazy Doctor: Oh those symptoms? You are just pregnant.

Me: No... no I am not.
Crazy Doctor: Yes yes, I see this all the time. You think you're careful and then boom! Pregnant. Let's do a test.

Me: I can assure you it is impossible. I am not pregnant.

Crazy Doctor: I hear that all the time, it's ok.

Me: Ok, unless it is the second coming I am not pregnant.

Crazy Doctor: Oh. Ok. Let's listen to your heart.

Then the crazy doctor decides to tell me I have a heart murmur.... what?? He's like, ok let's do an EKG. I'll get the nurse.Naturally the EKG was normal and he told me some guy comes to the office on Thursdays with a more sensitive machine and he wants me to get tested to make sure the murmur isn't severe. What murmur? So Crazy Doctor realizes he needs to take blood.

Crazy Doctor made me look like a drug addict! I have never been that bruised/swollen/black and blue from a needle and I have donated blood for three years now.

I finally get some random perscription for two pills and the second of which he won't tell me what it does. So I go to the target pharmacy and have her explain it to me. She looks it over and asks, "Were you at Crazy Doctor by some chance?" And when I told her yes she went on to explain to me this guy give this perscription of two pills to about half the patients he send there, most of them for ulcers. When she heard my symptoms and realized it did not sound like an ulcer she gave me the name of another doctor close by and told me just to go there. If new Nice Doctor agreed then we could fill the perscription.

I go over to Nice Doctor's office and lo and behold she is sane!!!!! But she weighed me before my examination and I was shocked to realize I have lost 12 pounds in 2 weeks. I weigh now what I weighed about Sophomore year of high school. Shock. Seriously I thought I was losing a little weight being this sick but I didn't realize that much.

Basically ran more tests, called Crazy Doctor and cancelled my next appointment with him and made another to come back to the Nice Doctor. She told me to get Pedialyte, juice, soup, ice pops... see if I can keep those down. So far so good. Before 10pm tonight I hadn't eaten solid food since about Sunday. I had soup before and so far so good. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Hopefully whatever the hell this is will pass and I can get on with my life and have a wonderful dinner to celebrate it.

Still dating Ryan. We went to the Zoo yesterday and I hung out with him at the Barracks today and watched Rush Hour 3. I love Jackie Chan. Awesome. (: We see eachother often and talk daily... so far so good. Let's see how this continues!

Oh and for Friday my brother (and one of his best friends) were selected to represent their team on the ALL STAR TEAM! I am so proud of him! Stefan was devestated last year when he didn't make All Star and I knew he could do it. <3

Family Birthday

Happy 21st Birthday Jillian Lee!!!!!

My cousin and pseudo sister is 21 today. She and I grew up together and even though we are only cousins we are more like sisters. I don't know what I would do without her in my life. We talk on the phone basically every single day and sometimes multiple times a day. Especially when Scrabulous (via facebook) is involved. Hours spent, let me tell you! But between that and trips down the shore or to Great Adventure or sleepovers or hours on the phone ... I don't know what I would do without her. Jill drives me nuts at times, espec when she talks in abbrevs, but she is a brilliant Ivy Leaguer (Cornell) who is going to save the world. Seriously. She can be a Betty but she always makes me laugh. When we were kids I told her to eat a red crayon because it would taste like cherries. She tried it and it didn't naturally and I told her she had to eat the whole thing, the flavor was at the end. Bless her heart she did it. But in retaliation Jill told me to eat a penny because a money tree would grow in my stomach. Revenge complete. We have had some doozy arguments. Like when we were three and would bite eachother. Or when we would scream at eachother at the top of our lungs as we walked across Great Adventure with people staring at us like we were nuts until we reached the roller coaster Medusa and broke out into laughter at ourselves. She is my go to girl for every problem I have ever had and I wish her the very best on this amazing birthday. 21! Sweet! Now you can buy me alcohol (:

Please, like I was going to be mushy the whole time! LY!

So...

Things are looking good for the most part. I am done with Junior year, finals all finished. I am just starting to date someone, Ryan, for the first time in ages and so far it is going quite well. He is a Marine I met at the St Patrick's Day Party this past March and kept in touch with and now have gone on a few dates with. We had our first date last Thursday and it went so well we had another one on Saturday. And this upcoming Thursday. I am curious to see where this goes.

I am still in the midst of a vicious job hunt for summer. My dad keeps promising I can have my car down here for the summer and next year but I have yet to see it. I miss my car! Gas prices sucking or not, the metro isn't cutting it for jobs at the moment. Plus I had a very creepy experience on the metro on Friday night.

I was on my way home from Union Station and I was on the green line, the stop before mine, just waiting to get home and go to bed. I had my ipod on but not too loudly as to not hear things around me. Now this was a slob day for me, galoshes/rainboots, jeans, a tshirt, rain jacket, plus my big back pack and my hair in braided pigtail things. So I am sitting there and we stop at West Hyattsville and this big black guy comes up to me. I was sitting near the door so I figured he was just getting off the train. Oh no. He pets the side and top of my head and follows down one braid and then tugs on it from the end and says, "Ooh. Pretty." AND THEN HE GETS OFF THE TRAIN! What the heck!? Who does that!?! Seriously! What mother tells someone, "Oh hunny when you're old enough make sure you pet a random stranger on the metro and then pull their hair and tell them they're pretty." NO ONE. Creepy Creepy Creepy. Both my mom and Ryan are threatening to by me mace and I am kind of not as opposed to it as I used to be. (Think about it...I am such a spaz the chances of me spraying myself are higher than me ever using it to effectively defend myself.) OH. But that is not all. Oh no no no. I am walking through PG Plaza once I get off the metro and as I am crossing the street a car full of black guys slows near me and starts barking and panting at me! Again, seriously?? Where do people come up with this crap? Like if you bark and pant at me I am just going to turn around and grant you undying love and unending sexual favors?? I don't think so.

Anyway...back to the job thing. I applied to work for Summer Opera Theatre Company (SOTC) and haven't heard back. I might email them tomorrow or Tuesday if I don't hear by then. I also applied for an internship at a theatre in NYC through this woman my Dad works with, it is a shot in the dark but what the hell, can't hurt. My two back up plans are Medieval Times (providing I have my car) or the movie theatre behind my apartment (ghetto as hell and probably minimum wage but no commute). We shall see.

For mother's day my dad gave my mom a roundtrip ticket to visit me as well as a hotel and fancy dinner guarantee. I am excited as I haven't seen her since Easter, it will be nice to hang out with my Mom again. I do want to go home to Jersey for awhile and see my family and friends but I just don't know when I will actually go and do that.

Been feeling a bit sick the past few days. Not violently ill or anything, just no appetite whatsoever. None. And you know me, I am a total pig normally. Today I forced myself to eat a turkey sandwich and feel even worse now from it. I've been forcing myself to eat to get through the day healthily but everytime I go to eat my throat feels like it wants to close up and not let food by as my stomach churns in agreement. Not good. I spend the day in bed watching movies and tv, probably will tomorrow as well. I feel like such a slug but I don't really have the energy for anything else (due to lack of food most likely). Hot under the covers, cold on top of them, yet no fever. So who knows what the hell is going on? I sure don't. WebMD scares me as they will say it is either motion sickness or stomach cancer or pregnancy as that is the nature of that website... the slightest thing to the most severe and usually pregnancy for good measure. I can assure you it isn't any of those. But it would be nice to know what is wrong so I can get rid of it and eat again. I miss my huge intake of daily eating and junk food :(

Hope everyone is well. Glad I had the time to do a blog again, it has been awhile.

<3 Als