Offically stoked for FAD now. Hearing a little bit of it made me so happy. I realized how little I had thought about this...it's hadn't hit me at all. FOB. It's going to be great. I hope.
Still waiting to hear from the doctor about what's going on. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Maybe I'm just being hyper aware, but I've realized just how weird my body is. Like, some things definitely aren't right. Super anxious about it. I know I'm not dying or anything, but I could have some potentially serious things that haven't been addressed. Metabolic syndrome, polycystic ovaries, diabetes. It's scary, man. It could really change my life when you think about it. Been popping motrin like nobody's business and doubling over a lot. Shit hurts.
I love finding new books. It just makes me happy. And walking. And fall. And hoodies. Yeah, hoodies make me happy. Love it. I'm hoping tomorrow that I'll be able to go down to Freaks to see about my nose piercing. I want it sooo bad. I've decided I probably shouldn't let Sanna touch me. Maybe for something else. And my hair, ugh. I need to do something about this shit. This is a very self centered post. Sad. I'm shitting it over the Panic DVD. I want it bad. And I didn't really think I did, but I do. Fuck being poor.
