I hear "Bon Jovi romance" but I think she's actually saying "want your bad romance." Tomato, tom-ah-to.
I've watched this video four times today. It inspired me to buy some 4.5 inch heels that I'm sure I'll regret.
Nov 18, 2009
Sorry to post two videos in a row, but I'm obsessed.
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Nov 17, 2009
Whenever I get tired of living in the city, I just listen to this.
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[Downer-alert]
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11/17/2009
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Nov 13, 2009
One more complication should be neither here nor there; I wish I had it in me not to care
I have an MRI scheduled this Monday to make sure that everything is 'as it should be' since the surgery. That would mean that the cyst isn't filling up again, and all my organs have travelled back to their correct corners of my abdomen. I have no reason to be less than 100% hopeful that there won't be anything unexpected on the MRI, but the last time I had one it was a tad earth-shaking, so I can't help but be a little nervous. The process of getting an MRI is painless (for me), but it's still scary and isolating and hideously expensive. You'd think for that price you'd at least get some laughing gas or a movie to watch.
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Nov 10, 2009
My greatest urges to blog come in the middle of the night.
I have a love/hate relationship with this haircut. Sometimes I see it and think, "Hell yes, I look fine" and other times, not so much. For instance, when I saw myself in the mirror at trivia tonight, I thought, "Wearing make-up with this haircut makes it look a lot less manish." But after going to the bathroom just now I thought, "Nope, when I wear make-up I look like a drag queen without her wig."
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Nov 9, 2009
Too long I've been afraid of losing love I guess I've lost; well if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost

Guess what song is on Glee this Wednesday? Apparently the episode, entitled "Wheels" (Arty!), is a tearjerker. I can't wait.
In other TV news, I'm quickly becoming addicted to Big Love and Weeds. So much good television out there right now.
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I believe in love (what else can I do?)
My scar is healing nicely. It's so big. 6 inches. I'm shocked by its size every time I see it in the mirror. Anyone who asked me before the surgery will tell you I wanted it to be big. To be as huge and drastic externally as it felt internally. To leave a mark--something to remember this whole ordeal by. Well, I got my wish.
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Nov 5, 2009
Raise your hand if you're obsessed with the White House flickr page.

(with his niece.)




So, so many more here.
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Nov 4, 2009
But you're a long way from home,
through the dark we tiptoe.
The hospital looms as we walk fleet road.
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11/04/2009
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Nov 2, 2009
Stop grabbing your belt!
Here is Kurt Russell's audition for Han Solo. Love to Kurt (who among us can resist a viewing of Overboard?), but good grief, bullet DODGED. It's also good this wasn't the final script. "She knows the art of mind control!" And the 'Luke' calls Artoo a 'robot'! The insanity!
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Currents, November 1
Current time-stealer: Twitter
Current book: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins
Current fashion: Nothing but leggings. All Leggings, All the Time. It's just like being in elementary school again when I considered jeans uncomfortable beyond comprehension. This time it's all button-closing bottoms.
Current food: Chocolate cupcakes with white mint frosting at El Diablo.
Current album: Strict Joy by the Swell Season.
Current TV shows: Rome, Mad Men (season 2), Modern Family
Current celebrity crush: Josh Groban. (He was a courageous banana.)
Current hulu favorite: This mother!
"Individually, I love you all with affection unspeakable. But collectively, I look upon you with a disgust that amounts to absolute detestation."
"Who has ventured to approach our all-but-inaccessible lair?"
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Oct 27, 2009
preserve your memories, they're all that's left you.
The seven days I spent at the hospital seem to run together for me now. I can barely recall the first day, much less distinguish it from any of the others. I remember moments, but not sequentially. Especially the three days I spent on my back, flat as a board. How many times did I hit that morphine button? I don't remember conversations I had, just that people came by. I feel robbed of the memories, but then, do I even want them?
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Oct 23, 2009
It's going to be like Rocky. But replace the physical training with napping.
My neurosurgeon gave me three weeks as the projected timeline of recovery, and while I like to be optimistic, that's just not happening. I need another week off work. I haven't tried driving yet, I have to lie down after showering (an event that takes place ON A CHAIR), I get a headache whenever I sneeze, and eating is still a bore-chore. My mom is leaving tomorrow, and I need to make sure I can still function on my own. Can I still heat food? Pick things up off the floor? Remember to comb my hair before I leave the apartment? Feel I am loved and cared for? Only time will tell. Which is what I need--more time.
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Oct 19, 2009
Apparently television is the only thing compelling me to blog.
I finished reading Tess of the D'Ubervilles last night, finally. More like Tess of the D'Uber-Depressing. (It took me a good solid hour of brainstorming before bed to come up with that last night. My other one was Depress of the D'Uber-sad). Here are the following names--in order--that I called Angel Clare in the margins of my copy:
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Oct 15, 2009
But seriously.
Did you see last night's Glee? Seriously. This show must never end. Never ever. The final song? In the black and white? With the meaningful glances? If I wasn't so energy-depleted that my mom stays next to me to make sure I can pop open a can of soda, I would have re-created the whole dance in my living room.
Today I had three co-workers including my boss come over for lunch. I'm so lucky to work with the people I do. Now my mom and I are venturing out for a walk, which basically means using everything in me (and a cane) to move my body up one street block and back before collapsing. Progress!
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Oct 14, 2009
What? I have a blog?
This may be the longest I've gone without blogging in the last two years. Frankly, ever since the surgery it has sounded exhausting. Typing and forming sentences? You ask too much! I'm currently recovering at home with my mom and lots of visitors. If I never have to go to a hospital again, that'd be ok with me.
I'm sure I'll be writing about this experience for the rest of my young adult life, but for now all I can give you is objective stuff.
The facts:
- Hours my neurosurgeon figured the surgery would take: 2
- Actual hours it took: 5.5
- Number of people in my surgery: 9
- Unexpected parts of surgery: 1, the ovarian cyst was actually on one of my fallopian tubes. They managed to keep both ovaries, but only one is viable because the other is now missing part of its fallopian tube.
- Days I recovered in the hospital: 7
- Number of showers I took: 2
- Number of staples in my stomach: "More than a dozen" - my mom
- Days on oxygen and IV: 5
- Number of times I wanted to eat: 0
- Places where I developed a rash: 5
- Blood patches made from injecting 20 CCs of my arm's blood into my spine through a needle with nothing but a bit of local anesthetic: 1
- Times I felt the worst: When I sat upright for the first time, took a deep breath, threw up all over myself, and had to be changed like a baby between two nurses and didn't get a shower until two days later
- Times I wondered why I ever had the surgery in the first place: 4
- Times I couldn't believe there had ever been a time in my life where I had energy, no headache, and an appetite: 3
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Oct 4, 2009
Oct 3, 2009
what's broken can always be fixed, and what's fixed will always be broken
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