Thursday, June 12, 2003

i feel like i should start writing in here again, because if i don't talk about my days, they don't exist anymore... so let's see. a little background information before i begin this week. on the last day of school (wednesday, may 28) my lovely sister morgan was admitted to the hospital with a ruptured appendix. the new procedure thing is that they don't take it out right away. they send the kid home with an IV pick, and they come back six weeks later for surgery. so she came home that saturday (i think) and was admitted back to the hospital by tuesday or wednesday, because she wasn't healing right. (the same day that she was taken back, my aunt, cousin, and grandmother came from south georgia to help take care of her.) the doctors found an abscess, and had to drain that away. she's been at the hospital ever since. my aunt jenny and cousin rachel went back to georgia on saturday, but grandma stayed and she has been here ever since. okay.
so on sunday night, elise IMed me late at night to tell me that she and brock weren't going to be gone for the 1 week of bridgebuilders they'd thought, and that they were actually going to be gone for 3 weeks, because of this writing camp at rhodes, that before now she hadn't realized was an overnight thingie. so it was very sad. and we went to bed.
on monday, grandma woke me up to tell me i had a phone call, and it was becca!! who i love. so it took us forever to actually make a plan but eventually, sarah came and picked us up. we got peaches, rolls, and a rose for morgan (thank you, shnucks and easy way) and went to the hospital. becca improvized a song using a poem that i had written for morgan on the first day she was in the hospital and she also played her own classic "shallow." we didn't really get to hang out for very long because mom kicked us out. i asked if i could go hang out at laylee's, but mom said no because she wanted me to go home and spend time with my grandmother. i didn't understand, because i knew that it would just end up me in here on the computer and grandma cleaning something elsewhere. but mom made me go home. so i got out of the car and everything, and right after i came in, the doorbell rang. and there was becca! sarah had had to go to a pilades class, and didn't really have time to take becca home, so she just hung out with me for a while. so she looked at my CDs and we hung up lights and talked and it was lovely and i love becca forever. daniell and laylee came to pick her up, and we stood around for a few minutes eating cheez-its and watching brock's Cribs. then they left (because i wasn't allowed to go out) and nothing else interesting happened that night.
tuesday.. wow this is really reaching to go back so far in my memory. i can't remember anything about tuesday. oh oh. so literally like 10 seconds after i woke up, zoë called and asked if we could get together and talk/work on her movie idea thingie. so i went over to her house for only a few hours and then mom wanted me to come home before we even got to audition eric for the film. le sigh. (wow do you ever find yourself sitting at your computer, wearing the headphones, but not listening to anything and you dont even have iTunes/winamp/musicmatch open? damn.) i wasn't TOO disappointed, plus i was intensely tired, so i came home and sat around and then went to lie down in the bed for a while. i remembered that it was tuesday, thus the night of the media co-op workshops that i have always wanted to go to, and so i called jenny to see if she could come. she couldn't, and i didn't really want to go alone plus i was really tired, so i went to sleep. around 9:15ish laylee called and said she wanted me to come to java cabana with her. i figured nobody was going to let me out of the house that late at night, and since mom was home asleep (thank god) i called dad up at the hospital to ask if i could spend the night with laylee. after some cajoling, he said yes. around 10, kevin and becca and laylee came and got me. we drove by java cabana, but at that point it was closed so we ended up just driving around. we somehow got from lamar to some interstate kinda thing and the signs said "st. louis" or "nashville" so we choose st. louis, and kevin kidnapped us across the bridge to arkansas. we drove and drove and drove for forever until we could turn around, but it was okay because we listened to violent femmes the whole time, and becca and i put our heads out the window, into the wind. it was lovely and every night should be that kind of thing. so eventually we ended up downtown. (that seems to happen really frequently when i am cruisin with kevin.) he and laylee were sick and after a while we went to kevin's house where they took some medicine and whatnot. laylee and becca and i got to have a cuddle-fest on his bed while he fixed something on his computer and it was lovely lovely and i love them. laylee kept saying she was cold, which was why we were trying to make her warm and everything, but she felt very hot. kevin took her temperature and she has a 102.4 fever so we went home. becca and i had already made plans to spend the night with her, so after kevin dropped us off, laylee went to bed in arman's room while becca and i fell asleep to can't hardly wait. she did, anyway. i was really tired during some parts of the movie, and i would close my eyes when it wasn't characters that i liked, but after the movie ended it took me a really long time to get to sleep (it was very cold and i didn't have a blanket, and i couldnt get comfy with my pillow). and then i woke up at 5something and was up for another while longer. and then i woke up at 8 with becca, which was when she had to get up so that she could go to therapy.
oh so by now it's wednesday. uhm. so becca got out of bed at about 8:15 and i stole her blanket (laylee's sleeping bag) and closed my eyes for a while until she and laylee came in (laylee had woken up about 6, poor dear... but she no longer had a fever). after she left, laylee and i ate ice cream out of the carton for breakfast, and then we got blankets and lay on the couches in her living room and talked while listening to radiohead and neutral milk hotel. it was really lovely, like laylee. and then mimi took me home at around 11, because she is very nice and i had to be home by 12 to appease my parentals. almost as soon as i got in, grandma sent me to sonic to buy lunch for us. i knew there was no way that the folks would let me go out again, so i didn't even bother. i sat around for a while... helped grandma fold and put up clothes. it wasn't very exciting. when dad got home, we ordered pizza and bread sticks (because morgan was wanting some) and dad dropped me off at the hospital to take them to her, and switch places with mom as morgan's guardian or whatever. i felt like a damn delivery woman, and let me tell you it is difficult to carry a box of pizza and a key lime soda through a whole hospital and make it to the 7th floor and past the nurses station unnoticed. i am such a slave in this family. and the part that sucks the most is that morgan's craving for breadsticks completely disappeared after one bite. i offered her every kind of sauce they had (pizza, garlic, cheese, and ranch) but she wouldn't eat them. so we just sat there and made fun of how gross they were and i made her laugh, which just pissed her off because it hurts her to laugh. we put on totoro and dad came. morgan fell asleep before the end of totoro and stayed that way for a couple hours, while i was bored out of my mind and played solitaire forever on mom's cell phone (which, yes, she had forgotten to take with her). she finally came back to the hospital just before 11, and dad and i drove home annoyed and tired. i finished the vanilla and orange sherbet. that was about it.
today grandma (accidentally) woke me up around 11:30 (this seems to be the time that i have been waking/woken up lately). i sat around for a while, and then deb came and took me and grandma to the hospital around 2:15, so that mom could go buy pillows and hang out at tuesday morning. i played solitaire and we watched trading spaces and whatnot, because the vcr keeps going fuzzy. morgan might get to come home tomorrow and it is about damn time, in my opinion. mom came back eventually, and we hung out until about 5:30 dad came to take me and grandma back home. now i am trying to figure out how to get to open-mic, and if i get there, will anyone be there for me to hang out with? i am sick of being stuck at home, and i'm not even here as much as i normally am in summer. i guess i am just lonely.

listening to: cub - my chinchilla