Like, I know that zombies are totally going to kill me fer sure, but Cole, kiss me! Giggle giggle.
Also, Ali, please. You did not kill your parents. Your DAD did. Review his actions as you drove past the cemetery. Please. Please. Please.
Stop it with the stupid rabbit cloud!! Argh!!!
This book in no way is an Alice in Wonderland story!!!
Look, I am all for schools relaxing their dress codes.
Electric blue hair? Sleeve tattoos? Chains for belts? Eyebrow rings? I graduated in 2003, and any visible ink or piercings would have made our administration shit themselves. Wallet chains were outlawed as "weapons", let alone someone wearing an entire BELT made of chain.
Also, can we stop inventing eye colors? Violet? I hope it gets explained because I am so over these things. Like, I loved Shiver, but his yellow eyes being natural wasn't believable either. Can we stick to what eye colors come from birth please?
And while I'm at it, for once, I want a normal looking bad ass guy. I am so tired of guys that are frightening in their intensity. That have tats and chains and muscles like Sly Stallone from the 80s. For one, most guys in high school don't look like that. It's so unrealistic. For two, it's not original at all anymore. I would love to see a guy that wears glasses and relaxed Wranglers turn out to be the kick ass hero for a change.
Oh yeah, that's more like it.
I can only guess how far I am in this book. What I have is the trilogy ebook. This is my August buddy read with my girl Dom. I got to pick this one.
I'm sharing this because this jackass resorts to name calling when he has no more comebacks. This is how he treats women. I believe trans people can fight in the military, and he believes they are unhinged, hormonal crazies. So I'm now a cunt for giving him a rational, level-headed argument. Bye, Felicia.
I decided to combine my old sketch book with my new one. And I had no idea just how old it was. Some of the drawings were from 2006. Like whoa. And I found a few I liked enough I inked them out and colored them last night.
And then I found a sketch of a great digital work I did.
And some other fun doodles.
I enjoyed myself so much I ordered new art supplies. Can't wait to get them.
My clear vinyl of Evolve arrived. Isn't it amazing?
And then I got Lady Aoi. She's a limited edition figure wearing her Sakura kimono.
Here's Danny being carried out of our bathroom by his daddy, because bathrooms are no place for Danny's.
I bought a new sketchbook. Since I had Jake almost 8 years ago, I gave up most of my art. I used to be very good at digital art.
Anyway, I got my new MRI today. I haven't felt my right toes in 9 days. Also have very bad nerve pain in my right hamstring. Now to wait on the report and see what we do next. If it isn't one thing it's another. Got my back and hip fixed, not my leg is out. FML should be my next tattoo.
I was always happier with Buffy/Spike than Buffy/Angel. I liked Angel with Cordie so much more. So glad Joss didn't kill Spike off in season 1 like originally intended.
The Devil in the Junior League
And that weird, snooty girl in glasses you went to high school with...
And the entire cast of
I deducted half a star despite how much I loved this ridiculous book because it was riddled with grammatical errors. But wow, this was so bad/good I couldn't help but enjoy it. If you enjoy some high Texan society drama you should pick this up. So funny.
Frede likes to use random French. She especially likes the word moi. You know who else likes random French and the word moi, also happens to be rich, stuck up, self-absorbed and blonde?
I just made this book even better. Now it stars a Muppet.
Buddy read with my girlfriend Dom. Man, this girl is so rich/racist/snobby it's funny. I wanna slap her in the face then drink mimosas with her.
I know I'm not the first person to say this, but seriously, Wtf? This is just The Vampire Diaries with the Archie characters. Why?!
I'm only 20 minutes into the pilot and I'm all...
This is NOT Archie.
I'm gonna solve a case. Only got John Watson as my partner.
Uh uh I'm hunting. Looking for a come-up.
This is bloody awesome.
Since the first story in Colin Mochrie's book is Holmes, I had to share Hillywood
Yesterday was my first (And probably only) appointment with my neurosurgeon. His name was Dr. Hux. At first I was nervous because he seemed a little stand-offish. He asked my what my trouble seemed to be. He was going over my MRI while I tried to explain my pain. It's severe lower back pain in my lower lumbar that radiates to my right knee. He asked if it was directly on my spine or off to the side a bit. Off to the side. He nodded and went back to the MRI. I told him since I fell down in early May now my right hip burns and will lock up if I walk too much. He turns away from the computer and asks me if I have ever heard of an SI joint. No....no I have not. He informed me that yes, I do have a herniated disc, but it's not pressing on my spine enough to cause the symptoms I have. If I was having sciatic type pain, it would travel all the way to my toes, not stop at my knee. He picked up a plastic model of a hip and showed me what an SI joint is.
Dr. Hux said he sees this every single week, always misdiagnosed as disc issues. But pain in my lower back, off the side that is radiating into my hip and knee and causes my hip to lock is classic SI joint trouble. He laid me out on the table and bent my leg around a bit, brought out a few screams, and found a painful lump in my back I have had since this whole ordeal began. He said that lump isn't a muscle strain like the physical therapists and other doctors keep saying, but the actual top of the joint, so inflamed it's bulging. He massaged it, and I cried. He felt confident enough in his diagnosis he decided to ask me if I would let him give me a test injection into the joint to see if it would relieve the pain. It would, in essence, be a superficial version of what my pain management doctor had been doing to my spine, only since he had no xray machine, Dr. Hux could only go in blind and get the outside of the joint. I agreed because, let's face it, I will try anything at this point. He's telling me I don't need surgery. That a shot will fix me. So yes, give me a needle. I bent over a chair, he gave me the shot (nor pleasant but not horrible) and I stood up. AND I BENT OVER. I wiggled my knee. I did a little jig. And then I burst into tears in front of this man because in 15 minutes he managed to figure out what nobody else in 3 years could. He told me to call my pain doctor back, give him the new diagnosis and they will set up a new treatment plan for me. If the exterior shot helped so much, I cannot wait to see what a shot all the way into the middle of the joint can do. I was able to
walk out of the neurosurgeon's office at full stride, with no cane or back brace. And I couldn't stop crying.
I've already set the paperwork in motion to get a full blown shot. I'm so happy. I called everyone. I met a friend at Target and showed her I could dance.
And the reality of this comes down to one thing: this could have been avoided if my MRI had been read by a real doctor. But there aren't doctors at most military clinic. They are all in training to either be nurses of combat medics. My MRI was read by a medic. Not knocking medics. But they had no business diagnosing my serious injury. My poor pain doctor can only treat what he's told I have. And he was told I have 2 herniated discs that are causing my problems. Turns out, no, I have 1, and it's not even pressing on anything. No wonder none of the shots I endured did a damn thing. I told my husband, who was so relieved, and he cursed up a storm. "I miss seeing real fucking doctors."
I do too. Because I've seen 3 real doctors lately, and funny, they know what they're talking g about.
Anyway, I'm like a walking Imagine Dragons music video.
I still have how many volumes? 15?
Oh, Kaoru and Aoi! You are so damn cute!
I finished all my Equestria Girls books, and while I still have 11 MLP books left... I just could not keep my hands off these anymore. They've been staring me down from my bookshelf for a month.
Looks like Sunday-Mangday.