Here's a little background info on me: I'm emetophobic. I fear vomiting. I am not going to tell you how many times I've vomited or when the last time I vomited was in fear that I will jinx myself. It's an errational fear that usually consumes me during the months that I am in school. This is because I'm around other people. Other people may be sick.

So, this year I am carpooling with a girl a grade below me. Yesterday she was absent from school. Today I find out that she was throwing up. You are contangous with the 'stomach flu' for up to two days after you have it. Her mother made a comment that she didn't feel good this morning. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, and I'm not sure I want to find out.

So, now I will see my carpool person and her mother as someone who is 'sick' for at least a few weeks. I will not see them as safe, and I will see getting in their car or her getting into my car as a danger to my health. I will not be comfortable for at least another week or so before the feeling eventually dies down and I can start to resume a normal pattern for life.

I will not do the things that I love or eat the things that I like for about a week in fear that I will vomit and have to start my life over again (Literally get new hobbies, watch new TV shows, etc., etc.)

So, please, if you have been sick, don't go near me for at least two days (Or even better yet, don't mention it!). I don't want to have to start a new life again.

I have a shrink. I have told her about it. She's said 'get over it.' Please do not suggest that.

Labels: rant, school

Tomorrow is my last day of freedom before the new school year starts. On one hand, I kind of want to get back to a more normal life and see my friends every day. On the other, I don't want to give up the freedom to do whatever I want whenever I want and the ability to sleep in late every day.

I still don't have all my books. My list of classes didn't come in until July 26. Whee. I swear, for a school so bent on being the best with technology, you would think that they would get their systems together. If I thought my elementary and middle school was bad, my high school is ten times worse.

Although, it will be nice to have my laptop back. I miss it somewhat. It served me well even after I dropped it on the ground twice. Such a trooper *sniff*

Labels: new, school, summer

I have an appointment with some sort of doctor today.

I don't remember if I've stated this before, but I have a disease known as Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, or PCOS. The way I discribe it to people is that it means that I am a girl with the hormones of a guy. It also causes me to be obease and I don't get my periods regularly.

So, I was on a medicaton called Metformin. It was one of the worst things that I've ever taken. Let's just say that it wasn't pretty for my stomach. I stopped taking it over the summer.

Well, it also controlled my bood sugar level. I had a blood test done about a week ago and now we'll see what the results are today. I don't want to go back on a medication like Metformin again especially with school starting next week.

I am also going to a new doctor. Hopefully I will like her better than my last doctor. I am going in cold and standoff-ish. Self protective measure.

So we'll see what happens.

Labels: doctor, medication, PCOS

Where the hell did the summer go?

No, really, where did it go? I want it back.

School is rapidly approaching and I don't know what to do with myself. I'm going into Sophomore year. That means that I'm one year closer to going to college. One year closer to being an adult.

Well, fuck. I don't want to grow up yet, I'm quite contented where I am right now.

Let's see, this year I don't get any electives, have a carpool buddy, and have to take PE. Oh yea, this is going to be fun.

I also haven't finished my summer reading. Meh, screw assigned reading. I'll look on the internet for summaries. Worked for A Tale of Two Cities.

Courses:

Chemistry
Faith and Tradition
English II Honors
Geometry Honors
World History Honors
Health Opportunities Through Physical Education (HOPE)
Spanish III
Prayer and Spirituality

Why does Vacation Bible School exist, other than to act like a baby sitter for parent’s and as a way to gain service hours for the group ‘leaders.’

I was lucky enough to get the title of the head of music this year. I have no idea if this means that I will be able to man the classes on my own, or if I will have to do the classes with the two blind elderly ladies again (I am not making this up).

Last year it was a fiesta theme (Ironically funny because I am Mexican) and this year it is cowboy themed. Could we move a little bit further northeast from the Mexico/Texas border?

If the songs are not bad enough as they are, they have motions. I have to know these motions and teach them to kids ranging in age from three to twelve. What twelve-year-old actually wants to partake in a VBS program? None that I know of.

I think the worst part is that the songs are actually kind of catchy. A year later I catch myself humming, whistling, or singing the songs from last year’s VBS. I want to smack myself.

This year we get to thing to these rousing tunes:

1. Wild Ride!

2. The Great Adventure

3. This Is The Day (Psalm 118:24)

4. Forever

5. God Is Good (All the Time)

6. Worship You Forever

7. Praise The Lord (Psalm 150:6)

8. You Are My All in All

9. Awesome God

10. Were You There

Yahoo…

Labels: bible, school, vacation

Remind me never to let my father out of the house without supervision.

There's these religious nuns that my family is pretty close with. My dad had to go over to their house to take care of some issues with their car. They nailed him about his health, my mom's health, their smoking, and my weight.

I have Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. It makes me put on weight, and makes the weight really, really really hard to get off. More or less along the lines of a half a pound a week with dieting and exercising. It's one of those deals that even if I tried harder than anyone on the face of the planet, I would never be able to be smaller than a size 12.

The nuns are from Nigeria, so their boundaries are a little different. They've decided to take matters into their own hands, and now I will be working out with them.

The other option is a small state-of-the-art gym that does not have any personnel at the location (You get in with a card key). This basically means that I will not be bothered by anyone and that I can work at my own pace.

I'm going with option B.

I swear to God that my life is a sitcom and I don't know it.

Labels: diet, family, nuns, weird

Over the last few months, two new families have moved into houses on our street. I live on a dead end with four houses on each side of the street, so two of the eight houses have new people in them.

Now, this may not be a problem for many people, but I dislike new people (and change in general) so I'm too happy about it.

I also have several, for lack of a better word, quirks, that take people a while to get used it.

First of all, I tend to sing. Loudly. I usually don't realize I'm singing loudly, but my parents have told me that I sing so loud that the people can hear me down the block even if we don't have our windows open.

No one has complained about it. Quite the contrary, actually. I've gotten complements on my singing abilities. Florida is quite the strange place, eh?

The newest family has moved across the street from us. They have two children under the age of 10 and no animals. They moved in yesterday. I think they're Hispanic as well. Or at least mixed Hispanic/White (I didn't hear an accent in the wife's voice).

I don't really care, because I'm mixed Hispanic/White myself.

All I really know about the family is that they have two kids, the daughter's name is Sierra, the husband's name is Diego, and that they are renting the house with the option to buy.

Another family moved in about a month ago at the end of the block. I'm not quite sure who lives there. From what I've heard they're a young couple with a little girl. They always seem to have people over, and I've heard them speak Spanish before.

This is going to be an interesting summer.

Labels: families, neighbor, neighborhood, new