2ndclepunkbuddha

Today I did something that I have not done in a very long time.  For some reason, since I was feeling nostalgic and rather disconnected from the outside world due to lack of a phone and because I was waxing on just said nostalgia in the last blog, I got it into my head that I was going to go someplace that I hadn't been to in a long time, the mall. I hadn't been in one in quite a while unless it happened to be nearby another place I was going to patronize (ex. Chipotle's).  Quite honestly, I have no reason to go there anymore.  I have resigned myself to the post skinny hipster wardrobe - I buy my clothes off the rack rather than dig them out of the garbage or Salvation Army bins, but I long since decided that I would be sending a much stronger message by wearing what I already own more.  When I was a kid, it seemed that malls were places that kids went to.  Do they still?  Granted it was the middle of a weekday and not a Friday or Saturday night, but I di...

Last Friday night I was on a road trip to visit a friend in Pittsburgh.  When I got within spitting distance of my location, my phone suddenly went haywire.  Someone had sent a text and the GPS switched over back to the main screen to receive the text message.  I attempted to switch the phone back to the GPS only to have it crash.  Fortunately I recognized enough landmarks (ex. the IKEA store on the hill) to know where I was and had his address written down on a piece of paper to get the correct location and arrived safely within a few minutes.  This was the first time I had spent a weekend without a phone in a very long time, and Verizon told me they would send a new one via FedEx this coming week. It made me think that not too long ago we were living in an age without said technology and the aids it gives us.  How many of you remember the facts that: If you had to make a phone call, you were tethered to a wall, all phones had rotary dials, and were le...

Grades have now been posted.  I am happy for the most part.  Two As, a C and a lost cause.  The lost cause had been lost for a long time, I accept it and take my lumps for it.  Life goes on, and things won't be any better or worse than they were before.  It is the one A, however, that gives me pause and shall be the object of reflection. On the first day of said class (whose name I will not name publically because I AIN'T CRAZY), the teacher did not show up.  The famous fifteen minute rule was applied.  I asked the fourty some people in the room to not simply walk away, but to take this piece of paper I had ripped out of my notebook, sign it with a "We were here" type note, then have someone deliver it to the English department.  Afterward we got an email titled "Yikes!" with a blast note from the teacher with some excuse as to why she did not show that day.  This, however, set the tone for the rest of the class's duration.  A red flag...

During the past few days I began working on a rather hilarious project, quite by accident.  I went to my parents' house to look in the cedar closet for some old clothes to give to a friend who gets a big kick out of wearing clothes with the same name as my high school.  (Want to know?  Look on my friend list and connect the dots with my information and you'll see.)  I came across my old photo album that I kept from roughly 4th grade on.  It was the mid 80s so it was the peak of big hair (either just the hairspray and hot rollers until we moved onto crimping), and we all had hideous crap haircuts.  Not to mention the fashion choices we beyond belief.  I had a wonderful time tagging people and letting them see how young and cute we all were before life really REALLY started to suck.  However, as my twentieth is coming up for high school soon, and I have also been to my fair share of reunions in the past, it got me to thinking about how and why peopl...

Sometimes I think I feel things more deeply than others do. That is a bit of contradictory statement, as some have told me they can find me cold, unfeeling and rather stiff. But yet, once one gets to know me they find that I am not like that. Sometimes you hurt inside but since no one likes being around someone who is angry, depressed, or takes a certain joy out of lashing out or hurting others. I feel, I move in closer, touching and tasting things. And we get burned while doing so. Such is the state of things. 1) Thinking things through - Not obsessively but as throughly as possible and within reason. It was for the best that things ended when they did rather than later on, you probably would have down the road if not at that moment. There may not have been a good reason, but it was a reason nonetheless. One discordant person is enough. 2) No not rethink things through - It is easy to romanticize things when you think about only the good things, especially when it was/is not...

This will be a blog about my period once again, I hope not to gross anyone out. But if you are said individual who is grossed out by said things, I strongly suggest to stop reading now and find something else to do. It has now been about six months and a variety of things have been tried. It all began last November, when all of a sudden my period began when it had just ended about a week before. I had never seen anything like this - it was coming out in clots. The biggest one I saw was about the size of a tea cup saucer that literally went "SPLAT" on the shower floor. I actually bent down and picked it up, it was a solid, like a piece of liver. "What IS this?!" I thought to myself. This was something, but what? I actually feared I was having a miscarriage, but tests showed otherwise. Was it a thyroid condition? The Nuvaring ? Too much or too little hormones? Everything was tried. A camera was inserted, they found a fibroid in me. The first freaky thing ...