19 Sep 01

Dr Pepper: about 40 oz.

Last Thursday was Trauma Day. I was gonna write a journal entry about it when it happened (which was last Thursday), only I didn't, and then when I remembered I'd wanted to do it the next day, the computer'd died and I forgot about it again =O But now I tell you about my day of trauma. I had two doctor's appointments, although neither of them conventional. The first was an eye appointment at one since I'd been wanting to get contacts so I can be in shows and stuff without wearing glasses but be able to see during them =O Anyway I was in my voice lesson right before going because I was. And I told Dowhy I might need to shorten the lesson a little because I had to be out front meeting my mom at 12.40 to go to an eye appointment. So we had the lesson and stuff. And at one point he was all, "does this eye appointment have anything to do with the fact that you're crossing your eyes?" and I was like "what?" and he was like "Your eyes. You're crossing them." And I was like, ".... it's an eye condition. Duane Retraction Syndrome." Cos it is. *shrug* Congenital eye condition that means I haven't got a nerve in one of the muscles in my left eye, so I can't turn my left eye in the left direction. So then I showed him how I can cross just one eye. *shrug* (I can cross just my right eye. it freaks people out) and he said something that seemed arbitrary that I don't remember about it, and I said "It's a defect." And that made me depressed right after I said it so that inspired trauma for the rest of the day ;_;

...So like, I went to the appointment, and stuff. Only Dr. Rigsby the optometrist dude didn't know I wanted contacts even though it was written on the little sheet and thought I was just randomly having an eye appointment o_o so he did the normal eye appointment stuff and then put those drops in my eyes to dilate my pupils. And then we went out and stuff and he was talking to my mom about how there hadn't been a significant change in vision and etc. etc. and mum was like "what about contacts?" and he was like ".... what about contacts?" and she was like "... we're here to see about getting contacts," and he was like ".... oh," and Ana, one of his assistant ladies who's AnJa's friend Rae's older sister, was like "I WROTE IT ON THE SHEET!" and he was like "Heh heh, I didn't read it O_O()" so then I went into the room and the lady tried to show me how to put contacts on. Only, see, not only were my eyes so dilated that they were hyper-sensitive and I had very little idea of what was going on visually, my magical birth defect also makes it so I actually do not have depth perception. ...no, really. I have almost no depth perception whatsoever because my left eye is so much weaker than my right eye. OH, you know what else I hate? It's when people call my condition, or any other eye condition, "lazy eye." I HATE that SO much. Because it makes it sound like it's your own fault that your eye doesn't work right. *hatred* I am bitter about my eye condition. Most of the time it's not noticeable and I don't even really think about it, but every once in a while I just get bitter =O SO ANYWAY because of magical little problems with dilated pupils and depth perception, I was completely unable to get a contact lens into my eye. So they made an appointment for the next week (which appointment I had today) and mum and I left. And I wore my dumb stupid black shiny plastic sunglasses they give you for when you have dilated pupils while feeling discouraged and defective. (What I mean is that, while feeling discouraged and defective, I wore sunglasses given to people with dilated pupils, not that I was wearing sunglasses given specifically to people who have dilated pupils while they also feel discouraged and defective) My next appointment was to get my teeth cleaned at 3.30. Except mum and I couldn't remember if it was at 2.30 or 3.30 =O And at this point it was like 2.10 or something. So mum stopped at Wendy's and I got a 5-piece chicken nugget thing and a large Dr Pepper =D and went to the dentist thing and hung out in the car (still defective, discouraged, wearing plasic sunglasses and sporting uber-dilated pupils [seriously, my pupils are naturally enormously huger than most people's, so when they actually dilate them, there's like NO visible iris whatsoever]) while mum checked the appointment time. And it was 3.30. So I was like "aahhh." Then we went back to Wendy's so I could get a refill and hang out for a while =O And the Dr Pepper and chicken nuggets (plus Snicker Doodles that were in my packed lunch that mom ate, the lunch I mean, not the Snicker Doodles, I ate those) kicked in and I felt much better =D Although I still had to wear plastic sunglasses so my eyes wouldn't burn out of my head. Then I went and got my teeth cleaned and was lectured about flossing. And I've flossed every night since then =D I have wonderful teeth. I love my teeth. ::loves teeth {platonically}::

Then it was after school really, but I went back anyway because there was an alto sectional. I was at that. The altos and tenors had sectional on the same day, and the altos had to go in the ensemble room and it smelled ikky plus someone stole my pencil XO!!!! Thus concludes Trauma Day *pose*

Now that I talked about events of six days ago, I shall mention today. Today was early dismissal =D =D =D Only it felt just as long as usual because I was wearing these pants that I hate so much I want to burn them and a T-shirt that's actually pretty cute design-wise but because of the cut and stuff I think it looks really bad on me. I wouldn't have worn either of these, obviously, but mum hasn't done any of my laundry lately and they were like the only clean things I could find O_O()() See, I was thinking, I'd be happy to do my own laundry if that's what she wants, only I'd appreciate her telling me before letting me slowly run out of clothing o_o() I asked her about it and it turns out she just forgot to get my stuff the last time she did laundry. *blink* But anyway. Because of that it was, although not Trauma Day, Low Self-Confidence Day. This morning was See You at the Pole. I showed up a half hour late even though I tried very hard to be on time ;_; but it was still groovy and stuff. Yay *waves flag*

And after school I went to my other eye appointment scheduled because of Trauma Day's failed eye appointment *pose* and I have contacts and I know how to put them on and take them off and clean them and stuff *pose*

It's my daddy's berfday. He's 42. He's older than his father now, since Grandpa is only 39.

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I played DDR. It would be much easier if I could figure out a way to keep the pad from moving around so much while I try to dance XO I tried putting the coffee table over one corner of it, but it folded up and still slid around and it wasn't delicious. I'll have to come up with something =/ I want to go play some more DDR and then shower before bed but mum and dad are playing Dr. Mario, so I can't. =/ Thus concludes my tragic saga. *dramatic pose*

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