Worst Blogger Ever Reporting on Life's Storms

Okay, it's official. I'm the worst blogger ever. I leave this website alone for months on end to keep up with schoolwork and extracurricular activities... But I think I'm ready to start again. I mean, summer's coming up. There's supposed to be a lot of extra time in summer, right?

Part of the reason I have this blog is to keep in touch with people when busy schedules keep us apart. That's been happening a lot lately, so I haven't had a chance to mention a lot of really crummy stuff that's going on with me and my family right now... Basically, whatever negative god or power you believe in (like I believe in Satan) has been tossing difficulties at my family left and right. Here are some of the big things.

(1) My grandma, who's been babysitting me on and off since I was ten weeks old, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Thank goodness for us, it was only Stage 1. They took out the tumor in her breast, and we thought everything was going to be fine. When they biopsied the tumor, though, and identified the type of cancer, they found it was a type that metastasizes all over the body if it's not killed at the source. They tried tracing it to the source, but they couldn't, so... My grandma, a seventy-year-old overweight woman with heart problems and lung problems, was put into chemotherapy. So far, the road hasn't been as bumpy as expected. However bumps we HAVE run into have been pretty big. This leads me to my next big event...

(2) One of the biggest holidays the springtime is Easter, as I really hope you know... I mean, wouldn't you literally have to live under a rock not to know that? If that's the case, how are you even reading this blog?! Sorry, I'm getting off topic... For those of you who don't know, I'm a Christian. I have been since I was a little kid. On Easter, I was baptized along with two other people. It was a great service, everyone got all emotional, there was a big potluck afterwards... After the whole church thing ended, my family and I went home to cook this massive dinner and welcome some other family over. That all went pretty well, too. We made a big ham, and dinner rolls, potato salad, corn, mashed potatoes... it was a carb-fest! Everything was going well... until my grandma complained of a chill. At first, we didn't think anything of it. The door to the backyard was open, and we live in a coastal town. I was kind of cold myself, so of course she would've been. After she finished eating, she went into her room, covered up with a blanket, and turned on her space heater. An hour and a half passed, and she still wasn't feeling better, so she took her temperature... There, dear readers, was the problem. She was at one hundred and three degrees; a major red flag for a cancer patient. My grandpa took her to the hospital, and we finally found out what was up... She had pneumonia, pulmonary edema, and her heart was failing with the stress of it all. So, in short: I got baptized (happy!), some family came over (annoying, but still happy), and my grandma got as close as she's ever been to death (wait, WTF?!). What a roller coaster day, huh?

(3) I was in a play! Has anyone heard of "Little Shop of Horrors"? Well, if you haven't, and you're into slightly bizarre things (which you probably are if you're reading this), then you should go check it out. I wasn't a main character or anything; I was in the dance ensemble. We basically danced to a few of the bigger numbers to give them that extra little something that makes a show look good. It was fun and all, but... I think I'm done going to rehearsals until six at night every day. I don't know about you, but I actually do my homework, which requires a little thing called TIME. While I loved Little Shop and nearly everyone in it, I'm glad my schedule is freed up enough that I'm free to study for finals. It might be nice to pass the grade I'm in...

(4) My step-dad is an ex-drinker... Well, he was. Apparently he started drinking months ago behind my the family's backs. I have no idea when he started back up, and I have no idea what reason he could possibly have had for starting again, but he did... Eventually he came clean. My mom got enough evidence that he really didn't have much of a choice. He said he'd start going to AA meetings, and trying to get better, etc., but apparently God or Satan wouldn't just leave it at that. No more than a week later, he lost his job. As if he needed another reason to drink again... He's been unemployed for about two weeks now, and I'm honestly not sure he's started looking for work again. It's nice that he's there to take care of my grandma and all, but it'd be nice to be able to pay our bills... Apparently this wasn't enough, either. We just found out that he's got a gigantic cyst inside of his upper gum just under his nose that needs oral surgery. Not only will that put us out a couple hundred dollars, but it'll stop him from getting back into the job search. He's a construction worker, so it's not like he can sit in front of a computer and a bunch of papers at home... I admit, I'm mad at him for starting to drink behind my family's backs, but I don't think he deserved to lose his job and require oral surgery all at once... I wouldn't wish that on anybody, especially given how terrified I am of the dentist (which I'm INSANELY afraid of, by the way...)

So I think that's it. Any comments, questions, and concerns are welcome and will be answered as soon as I can get to them. Thanks for reading!

-evygirl01

A Piece to Avoid my History Report

Hey guys! evygirl01 here! I'm currently sitting at my mother's computer, trying to focus on a history report on the French Revolution. By the title of this piece I'm pretty sure you've figured out how that's going. I've been working on this thing for SO LONG and it feels like it simply refuses to be finished... Have you ever had one of those assignments? Either way, right now I feel like if I have to type one more word about Maximilien de Robespierre... Well, let's just say that bad things will happen and leave it at that.

Anyway, this post isn't completely pointless. I mean, there's been something pretty big going on at my school regarding drugs and alcohol... There have been three people who came to my history class drunk in the last month. Then, there was a girl in my dance class who got caught selling either ecstasy pills or weed out of her locker (I forgot which) and has been suspended until the middle of November (she got caught around the end of September/beginning of October)... Now, I know there are people who have it WAY worse than I do in this area, but this kind of a big deal to me. I mean, I've been pretty sheltered my entire life and suddenly I know who to go to if I ever want to get some good drugs cheap, or who to talk to if I ever want advice on how to sneak some vodka into a water bottle and bring it to school. The thought is kind of terrifying to me...

By the way, I've only gotten two votes on my most recent poll. If you want a story out of me, I want at least twice as many votes as I've got now (which isn't that hard considering that would only be two more...). I'm getting a few ideas, but I'm not going to say what they are, so you can vote without any influences. The sooner you vote, the sooner I can write something that's actually worth reading!

Something that most readers probably don't know about me is that I'm really interested in going into the medical field when I'm older (I'm in high school now). I'm really into knowing how the body works, what can go wrong with it, etc. As a result of this interest, I watch shows that cover medical cases and such. One of my favorites is called "Untold Stories of the E.R." and is shown on Discovery Fit & Health. During the episode that was played from 8-9pm, there was a woman who came into the E.R. crying so hard she was doubled over. She kept repeating the phrase "Let me die, I just want to die!" over and over again, and claimed she was suffering of a broken heart. Apparently, her father had died two weeks prior. For the time being, they ran some routine tests on her, plus a few for her heart (just in case), and sent her to the Psych Ward to avoid disturbing other patients. Her EKG came back, and they saw that she had an irregular rhythm (her heart was giving extra beats), and decided to do an ultrasound on her heart. They hadn't originally thought anything was wrong with her, considering that she had no history of heart disease, unexplained deaths, etc. They saw her heart on the ultrasound, and... I didn't understand part of it, but there was a part of the heart that was enlarged, and it was causing trouble, and apparently it was something called takotsubo cardiomyopathy, which is commonly known as "Broken Heart Symdrome," which is supposedly caused by stress. So, don't let anyone tell you that it's not possible to die of a broken heart. Although very rare, takotsubo cardiomyopathy can possibly cause death.

So... that's all I've got for today! See you soon!

Sincerely, evygirl01

The Curse of Mom's Cellphone...

Hey guys!

First, I want to apologize about forgetting about this blog over and over and over... I'm just not very good with these types of things (meaning anything in which I have to remember to do something without someone reminding me)... Now, let's get to the part that says what this post is actually about!

I just got my wisdom teeth out! Far from good, I know, but I got some kind of funny stories out of it! (Not to mention the chipmunk cheeks!)

All surgery plans begin with a consultation, right? Well, the same thing happened with me. Nothing really spectacular happened. They took my height, weight, x-rayed my mouth, blah, blah blah... So, we get to the part about how we're actually going to get me though the surgery. The doctor presents me with two options: (1) get knocked out, or (2) stay awake, take a sedative, and be put on laughing gas. For some reason that STILL escapes me, I decided to stay awake. Once I decide that, the surgeon tells me I'm going to get three pills. I'm supposed to take two an hour and a half before the surgery, and if they don't make me "loopy-doopy" (surgeon's words, not mine) within a half hour, take the last one. Later, I learn the pills were Lorazepam tablets... Those of you who know what those are will probably be resisting the urge to laugh right now...

Now we come to the day of the surgery. Something you should know about me is that I'm TERRIFIED of the dentist. Because I was so nervous (at least, I'm PRETTY sure this is what happened...), the first two pills took just over a half an hour to work. At the half hour mark, I'd gone ahead and taken the third one. So... I got really loopy, and giggly, and probably hilarious to talk to, really fast. What does my mom do? Goes on Facebook once I'm in surgery and tells everyone in her friends that I'm all giggly and stuff when I'm drugged. ..

You know how after getting novocaine shots, you're all puffy-cheeked? Also, you know how you tend to get swollen after you get surgery? Well, if you add together the novocaine swelling, surgery swelling, and gauze-packed cheeks and you apply them to ME, you get a teenage girl who is so swollen and numb that she can't even close her mouth. Then, factor in the dull, unfocused look you get in your eyes when you're on laughing gas. Finally, add in my beloved mother with her phone (camera, wireless capabilities, and Facebook app)...

***MY CONVERSATION WITH MY MOM***

Me: "Mom, did you put those pictures of me on Facebook?"

Mom: "Well, they're on Facebook, but you're not tagged."

Me: "Well, I guess that's okay..."

*flash forward to the next day*

Facebook: "Mom's name added two photos... You were with in Mom's name  yesterday at 10:37AM." (Beneath are the photos of me, looking like a chipmunk...)

Me: "MOM! YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T TO TAG ME OR ANYTHING IN THOSE PHOTOS!"

Mom: "I didn't!"

Me: "Yes, you did! It says '-with my name' on it!"

Mom: "That tags people?"

Me: *facepalm* "Yes..."

***THE END***

Well, looking at this, it doesn't look like my writing is up to its normal standards... Sorry about that... I'm on pain meds right now, which literally tell you that they're going to make you think slower while you're on them... Not to mention, my mother has been taking one picture a day (the surgery was on Thursday) since the surgery and posting them on Facebook... and I still have chipmunk cheeks... Fun for me, right?

I guess this is all worth it if SOMEONE out there is laughing... Anyway, I'm going to go drink my dinner now!

-evygirl01

So, the stereotypes ARE real...

Okay, readers. I'm posting from the computer lab in my high school, where my English class is in the computer lab working on a Powerpoint presentation. Here, I realized the most stereotypical, annoying reality I've ever witnessed. (Well, maybe not ever, but it was still VERY high up on the list.)

My project group is finished with our project (Go Ares! God of War!) and I had absolutely nothing to do, so I resorted to watching those around me for ideas. A girl in my grade went to look up how to make a toga out of a sheet on Youtube, and the teacher approved. However, while looking at the videos, the girl found an attractive guy (tanned, ripped, and overall pretty handsome) showing her how to make one. Within seconds, all four of her friends were crowded around the computer, squealing and giggling. She paused the video, they all took out their pretty little iPhones, and... they took pictures. Cropped. Sent to EVERYONE in their contacts. Well, all the shallow, twig-sized girls in there anyway.

Them: *squeal* OMG. *giggle* He's so hot!

Me: (inside my head) Are. You. Kidding. *bangs head on computer desk*

Breaking my Own Heart

Hey, Readers. You know who it is.

I'm sorry to not be the happy-go-lucky, fun-loving person that people outside of the internet world know me to be, but I've got something serious to talk about. I've been bawling my eyes out for the last hour or so because of something that I'm sure quite a few people will know about. I'm in the process of breaking up with my first boyfriend. My first boyfriend... my first kiss, first date, first slow dance, first love... For those of you who don't know me, I'm pretty young. I wasn't ready to be in a long-term relationship when I first accepted his invitation to go out, and I didn't think I was getting into anything serious. Well... here we are, 16 and a half months later. I guess I should say "were" now instead of "are" since... you know. I guess I'm posting this as a release of emotion, or an outlet of this animal urge to just cry and cry until I fade into sweet oblivion.... Sorry, that sounds pretty bleak. Like I said, I'm just depressed.

I told you I've been crying for a long time, and this next thought came into my mind... Science can't explain why people cry. Tears are just meant to lubricate your eyes. There's absolutely no reason that they should be released when your emotions are out of control, but... they do. I've kind of got a theory about that. I think that God allowed humans to cry so that they can release those parts of them that they can't really release any other way. Overwhelming sadness, severe frustration, crippling grief at the loss of someone you love... those are things that humans could never handle without some form of release. And thank goodness for it, or... I'm not sure where I'd be right now.

So... um... thanks for reading.

-evygirl01

Delicious Failure

Hey readers! It's evygirl01 here with a post of something that just happened to me. It's my birthday this Thursday, so I decided to make cookies to take to the Youth Group I attend on Wednesdays. I had this recipe of some really yummy chocolate chip cookies that I found online that worked out perfectly last time I made them. So I went about making them as I had done before. This time, it didn't turn out so well, as you can see above... I rechecked everything I did and it all checks out that I did stuff right, but I still ended up with a cookie-cake and some Frisbee-looking things. They still taste good, though, so I'm happy. Still, I thought it was funny and I hadn't posted on here for a really long time, so I figured I would show you guys.

Blog ya soon!
-evygirl01

Metamorphosis

Hey readers! In this post I'm going to talk about (as the title suggests) metamorphosis... Has something ever happened to you on the outside that transforms you on the inside? I know for sure that it's happened to me. As a rather recent school ID would reveal, I have transformed a lot in the space of a year. Just so you know, I wouldn't bring this up if it weren't for another recent change to my appearance that changes a lot. At the beginning of the year I had braces, glasses, and a long, wild mane of hair. On top of that, I looked like an alien for the fact that my eyebrows and eyelashes were so blonde that they seemed nonexistent. Now? Now I have no braces, no glasses, short hair that I'm able to control better, and makeup reveals that I am in fact a human with eyelashes and eyebrows.

As I mentioned before, there are some changes that transform you inside and out. The one I just explained... that was definitely one of them. The only reason I'm really mentioning all this is that I finally figured out what that internal change is... It means you're finding yourself, your confidence, and getting a little further on that road to figuring yourself out.

In this post I'm encouraging you all not to give up finding that change, since I know there will be so many more to come in our lives... It was also a way to reveal to my readers that I got my braces off... *smirk*

Anyway, I guess that's it for now! I'll be away from the July 9th to July 13th, and I doubt I'll be writing on the day I get back. I mean, who wouldn't be tired after a week of camp?

Bye for now!

-evygirl01