UVU

on Monday, I was meeting with Dr. Edginton and I decided I needed to go to school. So he said " i'll bet I could get you in by 4:00 this afternoon" it was nine. well, he made a few calls and then told me i needed to just call CEU get them to send my college transcript, and get my high-school transcript sent and that'd be that. well, i left his office and drove to the high-school. It proved a little more difficult than he thought. my ACT scores weren't on my transcript. so i went to the school district, who also didn't have them. I made nine or ten phone calls to CEU before finally getting in touch with someone who told me i needed to fax them written request for a Transcript transfer. anyhow. I drove to UVU and spent an hour and a half there. by that time i was all but registered. i had cleared up transcript stuff, registration stuff, and applications. I merely needed to take the Compass Test, it's an ACT equivalent, because my ACT scores were lost in translation somewhere. so i did that, three tests in an hour. I also had to change my major
I was meeting with an Academic Advisor. he said that there would be a hold on my registration abilities untill they had my ACT scores and Transcript officially. he also said that because of my Theatre Major Status, i would have to meet with Erin Grover, the advisor over Dance, music and theatre. she is also very strict. he said that he is very leniant and would just say "oh, your transcripts are on their way, here, i'll take the hold off" but Erin would need them in hand, which could take up to six weeks, but probably just 4 or 5 days. but i would have missed registration time. so i asked the academic advisor, i says: "so, if Erin is such a hard 'A' what if i just say my major is undecided? then could you take the hold off? i could still take theatre classes, right?"
he said yes to all of the above, then made sure we had it clear that this whole idea was mine, and he didn't say anything. i think he was just surprised at how awesome i am at knowing my way around systems. Rock! anyway. so i lept over to testing and took 'em all. the next morning i called him and he took the holds off. the only problem now was that i couldn't register for any good theatre classes cause all my pre-requisites were on my CEU transcript, which i hadn't gotten. so I went to my first class and then tried to log onto my CEU account to get my grades. It was locked. So i called up CEU about 6 times again until someone quickly and easily unlocked it. i printed them off, went to Miss Erin Grover and she showed me what awesome classes i could take. so here i am, from no plan on being in school to a ten-credit, second year theatre student in two days flat. Go me.


The library here is really nice. i mean, i'm not sure how their books are, or research / reference materials are, but the building its;ef i love. it's huge, and it has tons and tons of windows, and the three upper levels are all dead silent. (yeah, five level library) it's just pretty. and the campus is really open, like alot of open air walkways and large places to sit outside, some grassy, but most are just brick, right next to the industial cement of the buildings themselves. ironically though, it is also very closed in. it is all completely connected, so you never have to go outside it you don't want to. And the more i'm here (which has been two days) the more i like the campus. it grows on me, like weeds, you know? something ugly grows and grows until it weasels it's way into your heart. Then suffocates you.

he said she said

So first, he was like " http://itonlyhurtsinmybrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-freakin-vampire-you-idiot.html "

and then she was all like "http://lifewithducks.blogspot.com/2008/08/organizing-smuts-or-in-defense-of.html "

But then he said "http://itonlyhurtsinmybrain.blogspot.com/2008/08/response-to-smuts.html"

But then she was like "http://lifewithducks.blogspot.com/2008/08/response-to-response-to-awhatever-heck.html"

And then " http://lifewithducks.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-yearbook-picture.html"

wow

... Wow. that was intense!

Movie Review # 1 (Zathura)

ZATHURA: a space adventure (2005) (written by David Koepp, Dir. by Jon Favreau)

The science-fiction genre is a dying genre. Films, books, commercials and t.v. shows used to be teeming with space encounters and fantastical outer-space scenarios. Now, we only seem to care about the real, the plausible, the believable. But some filmmakers dare to break this trend and weave a tale of outer space high-adventure. Zathura is one such film, and These are the films that are killing the genre.

Zathura is a family movie made in the early 2000's. it revolves around a middle brother, his older sister and their youngest brother. The are at home, alone and find a game called Zathura in the attic. They decide to give it a try. It, over a course of time, launches them into outer space. More adventurous, scary and dangerous things happen as the game goes on. But they cannot just stop the game, or else everything that the game has cause to happen (monsters, space goo, missing walls, etc.) will stay the way it is. Or, at least that is the only, even partially logical answer that can be deduced, seeing as they never directly tell us why the game cannot be stopped. Basically, it is a space version of the movie Jumanji, except, Robin Williams isn’t in it as a saving grace. Zathura has no saving grace.

LOGIC:
The biggest problem with this movie is the lack of logic involved. (Even for a children’s movie. Our kids are not this dumb) It is not even research that is needed. Just a common, fourth-grader’s knowledge of how people, building, space, air and time work. Now, this list may seem hefty, but you will see what I mean by fourth grader’s knowledge.

The game launching them into outer space, in itself, is unbelievable. But that is passed off as a suspended dis-belief in order to make the story work. There are no problems there. But it does open the door for a tidal wave of other logical flaws to become manifest. Far too many to be passed of simply as “suspended audience dis-belief.” The game somehow causes their walls to be blown off, and so, many walls, or parts of walls are missing. These walls lead directly to space, yet all the items in the house stay put. The children can still breathe, their heads don’t explode, and they can still walk on the floor. It is common knowledge that there is no air or gravity in space, And that if a wall is missing, then it is no longer there, meaning it can no longer separate what is on one side of the wall from what is on the other side of the wall.

And while we are on the topic of missing walls not acting like they are missing, or not leading to space, (which would explain a lot) or something: whenever the children need to see outside, the children go to the front door and open it. Why the door is even still intact doesn’t make sense, but it is, and in fact, is one of the only things still fully intact. But they feel the need to walk over to the door, open it and look through it instead of just turning their heads slightly in any direction and looking out one of the many missing walls or parts of walls. An astronaut enters, which will be discussed further later, and the moment he comes through the door, he takes off his helmet. Again, He cannot breath in open space, but in open space standing on a floor , that’s okay. Floors must be able to generate oxygen.

About the astronaut: he turns out to be the main character fifteen years into the future. He comes back to tell the main character (himself) not to wish upon the game to have his younger brother never born, because this astronaut did, and it is miserable. The logic herein is non-existent. The brother wished his younger brother to never be born. The game makes it so. Okay, so why then does his house, carrying himself, and his younger brother who was never born, fifteen years younger, come floating through space again. It is never explained.

HURTING THE GENRE:
This film not only doesn’t do justice to the genre, it regressed the genre’s progress. The sci-fi genre had to work very hard to be taken seriously. It took decades to finally get to the point where a science-fiction film could actually be watched by a general audience, instead of just geeks, and even make money. Films like Star Wars, Cocoon and Star Trek all were very successful and had to push through the bad reputation of such films as Ed Wood’s Plan 9 From Outer Space, or This Island Earth. Science-fiction is now a recognized and marketable genre to those who are aware of it. And with a little time, it could become as popular as the 12-film-a-summer action movies. But what Zathura has done has been unforgivable. It has shown the general public that the awful stereotypes were right. That Science-Fiction movies are not believable or intelligent and do not give any message at all.

This Genre is also known for it’s advances in special effects and in-screen visual excitement. And this is another instance where Zathura falls short. It does fall into the usual science-fiction-movie trap of using a lot of special effects in order to, hopefully, make the audience feel like they are someplace where these incredible things can happen. Very few movies actually do this well, but even fewer do is so poorly that it hurts to watch. But Zathura does. There are missiles and explosions that look like the producer’s 6 year old daughter got onto a paint program and painted an explosion, then it was cut into the movie. And the set looks like a set from a really bad 1970's music video. With a few walls missing, some chunks taken out of the remaining walls, and a little bit of mess behind. But behind the set is a very obviously green-screened image of what we are supposed to believe is space.

(I also didn’t mention in the original article such small things like their big sister is supposed to be frozen for five turns, but she is actually frozen for eight. Or that the big sister dresses like a two-cent Las Vegas whore, and In a family movie no less. Or that the astronaut happens to have clothes that fit him after his 15 year, unexplainable growth in space [without food or oxygen or water.] or that the funniest part was that the sister has a crush on the astronaut, but it turns out to be her brother haha! Or that the Zorgon’s are after them and they are attracted to heat, so thats why they target their house (because missing walls still keep heat in...) So they turn on their central air (which still works with no walls) and shove a burnt couch into space (and it still has oxygen to burn In open space) or that they little brother jumped over to the Zorgon’s ship (which name I am sure must be copywrited somewhere) and finds these three-eyes goats. Then he steps in this industrial space goo, and it stays on this shoe-leaving a mark, all the way back to his ship, but then disappears on the laundry-chute being used as an elevator to his house. Or that when he is jumping from ship to ship, he still falls in between the ships, even in the gravity-less environment of space. But you know, there are just semantics.)


CONCLUSION:
The movie Zathura has done more to hurt the genre of Science-Fiction as well as the hearts and faith of those who believed Sci-Fi was heading someplace great, than any other single film. There have been worse films made, like Ed Wood’s Plan 9 from Outer Space. But Ed Wood was a Kook, and it was the 1950's and the sci-fi genre didn’t know any better, and Bella Lugosi died. Zathura is illogical in a very knowledgeable world, open-ended in very inappropriate places, and can’t back itself up in any way, at any time. The Science-Fiction Genre would do better to excommunicate Zathura from the annals of Sci-Fi time than to let it keep poisoning the ideas of the ignorant and closing the minds of the potential fans.

Post Op

Post Op, Post Op, give me your answer true.I'm half cray-zee all for the love of you! it won't be a fancy marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle built for Twoooo.

Yes ma'am. i just had surgery today. it went well i assume. I mean, i'm alive and my pain med's are working, so i can only assume it went well. I was patient No. 24601... just kidding. my barcode number was actually 46153110. yeah. just FYI... I. i may not have been supposed to disclose that information but do you know what? I don't care.

I went in at 8:15 a.m. i got operated in at about eleven fifteen. and i left the hospital at about two thirty. yeah. first, i was in a waiting area. Holding Cell No. 6 it was called. my pre-op nurse was called Olivia. she was very nice and funny and energetic. the first thing was that she told me i had to get naked then put on a robe that tied in the back. then put on these little booties, you know, the kind that babies wear, those little booties, you know. then, she asked me what my sugery was called, and i told her it was a righ Hydrocelectomy. she made a ding ding ding noise and told me i won. what she was looking for especially was the "right" part. a right Hydrocelectomy. so my prize was surgery. she did some other stuff too. but i don't remember it all. her nametage picture was all faded and she looked like some sort of 6 year old's Photoshop Experiment. but she laughedit off like a true american. I'm so groggy right now. I'm tired and so i'm gonna go to Bedtime. but i'll finish this post on the morrow.

The Morrow has arrived, and i'm lightheaded. and dizzy. and... my tummy hurts kind of. but i'm probably just hungry.

So i just finished watching So i Married an Axe Murderer with Erika. she hadn't seen it before. and i am feeling extra-special queazy right now. like really sick. but i think it's cause i haven't eaten today. except for an eskimo pie earlier today.

Anyway, back to the surgery. Olivia also shot me with a teeny little needle to numb me for my I.V. then she gave me a red marker and told me i needed to write "yes" next to my right ... guy with red marker. she said that she knew i thought she was kdding, but she wasn't. so i did it as she looked away. then, after i was properly marked and I.V.ed, she left, brought me a few pillows and then left again. Then, at about ten thirty, Dr. Platt, my surgeon, came in to my holding cell No. 6 and told me about the procedure. then said i wasn't next in line, but there was one person ahead of me. mhmm. after he left, i asked my mom ...
I just fell asleep again. um... on with the story
My mom, i asked her if the Anesthesiologist would have to poke another hole in my for the sleepytime potion to go in, cause that was the only thing i was even slightly nervous about, getting another I.V. in me. she said no, thats what all the extra holes on the first I.V. were for. I was so happy. Later on then, my dad discovered these papers. on one side they said wow, on the other side, they said Oops. patients are encouraged to fill them out if they have outstanding nurse-service, you know, Bedside manner. so my dad filled out the WOW side about Olivia, and then i took it from him and on the OOPS side, wrote :" my I.V. got switched with a catheter bag!" then i wrote just kidding afterwards, but i still thought it was a funny joke.

At about eleven fifteen, i got wheeled into a seperate waiting room with a few other folks. i then was given a blue bonnet to wear. then 5 different nurses asked me, on five different occasions, all very urgently, what my name was, what my birthday was, and then what my operation was. i don't know why. The Anesthesiologist came and asked me what my name was. i told him, and then just to save time i also told him my birthday. He didn't need to know that, it turns out. i guess those nurses just think it's fun to see how many times they can urgently ask a patient useless information. maybe to see how concious they are? i dunno. anyway, the Anesthesiologist then made sure i had written a YES on my right, well, on the proper side of my guy, for the surgery. i had. then the Surgeon came and he made a nother mark. Olivia said it was cause they wanted to make sure they operated on the proper side. and scary as it is to believe, i think she was serious. so i say the more marks on my guys, the better. The sleepytime Drug Man gave me two shots worth of Anesthesia juice. i got drowsy, but no asleep. then i was wheeled into the Operating room. it was really cold, and dark. and all these youthfull looking and sounding nurses (men and women) were talking and laughing in there, which made me uneasy. they kept making jokes about how i wouldn't remember any of them. that this room was the 'forgotten room' and that if this nurse called Meagan came to check on me later, i'd say :"who are you" and she woulld just laugh. Well, this all made me very uneasy. and this was the only point i wanted to back out, because I could hear all them, and i knew i would remember them, and if i wasn't knocked out by now, i probably wouldn't be by the time Dr. Platt cut me. so i was scared. but then, i got a mask put on me and i was told to breathe. i breathed three times then i was out.

I woke up once after it was done, a nurse made me drink, then i wanted to go back to sleep, but i was being wheeled to another room, where my parents were. i didn't fall asleep there. i was given oreos and these other, delicious shortbread cookies. and i usually hate shortbread cookies. the nurse here i originally thought was mean, but she turned out to be nice. her youngest son, 28 yrs old, 6'0", 175lbs can't eat. he is fed trhough an I.V directly into his bloodstream every night. but he can be a "social eater" Get IT! like a social drinkier, but eater! He had all of his large intestines removed and a little more than half of his little intestines removed. he doesn't need them. and he feels better now after that surgery. but he refused to take pain pills for it. he finally accepted the perscription, but he just defiantly wrinled up the paper and said " but i won't fill it" So THERE! haha take that doctors. anyway. The nurse said i had a long 5 inch rubber tube flowing out of a cut in my operation area, to drain alot of the excess fluid. and that tomorrow at about eleven i should shower quickly and gently and remove it. well. It is now 4: 02 p.m. the next day and i am still draining alot of fluid, so i'm not gonna take it out just yet.

I did discover however, that they left something on me, some weird, thing. still attached tight. it poked out and everything.

Erika said it remimded her of the matrix. but basically it's this metal button attached to my side. Yeah, i know. malpractice suit. it is weird and hard and makes me wonder what they did use it for.
Anyway that's my groggy recollection of my surgery day.

I also watched FARGO with Erika last night. it was good. i think i might make a poll and ask if you guys want to me writ emovie reviews too. okay, i'll do that. so, look for the new poll on the upper left side of my blog, and plese fill it out, please.

Thank you all for dealing with this riddiculous, graphic post. Oh! and for Wendy, just by the way. this post is probably about a PG-13. so, just be careful.

Post Op

Olympic Boycott?

So the Games of the XXIX Olympiad are officially underway. The Olympics are a happy, wonderful, if not perfectly harmonious, time of world 'peace' and camaraderie. The Olympics were brought about to be a resurrection of the ancient Greek Olympiads first recorded in 776 BC and running through about 393 A.D. Then in the 1850's (1859) the first Modern Olympics were held, aptly enough, in Greece. Up until 1920's they were just a summer sport, but then they began to hold winter sports as well. ( an interesting bit of information: an Olympiad is a series of 4 years. the summer games are held in the first year of the Olympiad and the Winter games in the third year. So 2008 is the first year of the 29th Olympiad. the 2010 winter Olympics will be in the third year of the 29th Olympiad. the 2012 summer games will be the first year of the 30th Olympiad, and so on.)
In 1980, President Jimmy Carter, along with 62 other countries (including Japan, West Germany, China, the Philippines, and Canada), decided to Boycott the Moscow summer games. They did this because of the Soviet Union's invasion and "intervention" (war) in Afghanistan. Jimmy Carter issued an ultimatum to the Soviets. Either withdraw all the Soviet troops from the country by 12:01 A.M. Eastern Standard Time on Feb. 20 1980, or the U.S. would Boycott the Olympics. Well, needless to say, those crazy, stubborn Russians didn't withdraw. So America Boycotted, and so did 62 other invited countries. Only 80 countries ended up participating in the Olympics that year. And of those 80, about 1/3 of them marched during the opening ceremonies under the Olympic flag in lieu of their countries, flew the Olympic flag at medal ceremonies in lieu of their own, and played the Olympic theme instead of their national anthems. And, although New Zealand supported the boycott, the 5 athletes from New Zealand marched under the National Olympic Committee's flag.
Now, America did this because they did not approve of what the Soviet Union was doing. Jimmy Carter had, in fact, secretly been sending aid to Anti-soviet forces in the middle east since June 1979. Both Democrats and Republicans believed that the USSR was trying to expand their borders and gain a warm-sea port, which they had none of (cause Russia is all very cold, you see.) and in addition to withdrawing the U.S./ USSR wheat trade, Jimmy also boycotted the Olympics. So you see, this was a political statement.
And despite only 80 countries competing, more world records were broken in Moscow than in the 1984 Olympics in L.A.

Personally, I think that if the athletes themselves are not in danger, and the spectators are safe, then keep Politics and the Olympics separate. Some people, however, are of the same mind as Mr. President Carter. They think that not going to a peaceful, worldwide event to compete cleanly, fairly and humanely against one another will make things better. They think that Boycotting the Olympics in Beijing will do more good for the world than bad. I think that's kind of a slap in the face to China, and if there is one country you don't want mad at you, it's China. and with the Olympics happening, if the Chinese got mad, the whole world could easily fall victim to the most famous of the classic blunders. Never get involved in a land-war in Asia. Now, I know, I know, China has alot of horrible policies and connections with Sudan and Zimbabwe, and their Tibetan conflicts. But there isn't a boycott. instead, George W. formally announced that he would go to the Opening ceremonies. After which, most other European leaders did too. and those that didn't blamed Scheduling conflicts, like Britain's Prime minister, who will be attending the Closing Ceremonies 16 days later.
John McCain and Barack Obama both said they would have boycotted the Olympics, but, to quote an article from TIME "but empty China-bashing has long been a bipartisan staple on the U.S. presidential campaign trail. Leaders in power are more mindful of China's colossal clout in an increaseingly shaky world economy, and therefore of the importance of keeping good relations with its government."
Now, Gee Dub. didn't go to China and just sit. While he was there he spoke out against it's repression of religion, of freedom of press, of freedom of assembly, of forced abortions and the one-child policy, and against the Tibetan relations.
And there was not a giant outcry for a boycott because almost all the world leaders think that "the only people that lose with an Olympic boycott are the athletes." As Former Australian Olympian John Konrads said.

AND boycotting the Olympics would just hurt the athletes. Athletes who trained their lives for these things. And why punish innocent people for what a dictator or government is doing. We wouldn't want to be punished because George Bush is 'a moron'. The people didn't do anything. to quote Paul M. Weyrich, Chairman and CEO of Free Congress Foundation: When I was active in the former Soviet Union, dissident Russians told me how excited and encouraged they were when President Ronald W. Reagan declared that they were part of an evil empire. It gave them hope and courage to soldier on. The same will be true of the President’s tough stance before landing at Beijing. Of course, China’s reaction was to be expected. The Chinese Government told Bush not to meddle in its internal affairs. Bush has promised to raise these issues privately when he meets with China’s leaders following the opening of the Olympic Games.

Anyhow. just my two cents.

and for Jenni Larson, at Zupas, who is boycotting the Olympics and, in turn, Coke (and then probably Wal-mart and MacDonald's and Disney) who is doing it because of the Chinese government. I just have a few words.: 1936 Summer Olympics in Berlin and Jesse Owens.
( I'll relate the story for those younger people, not around to remember them) Hitler persuaded the Olympic committee to hold the '36 games in Berlin, during the rise of Hitler's power, his purging of the Jews and his rising up of the Aryan nation. He was in the stadium when Jesse Owens, a black, American competitor in the broad jump beat Hitler's Aryan Luz Long. Hitler refused to congratulate, or even acknowledge Owen's achievement. he then left the stadium right before Owen's fellow African-American teammate was to compete. but the thing is, Luz Long gave Jesse Owen's some advice right before his jump, (since Owens fouled hi 2 pre-lim jumps, he needed to make the next one, Luz told him to jump a few inches behind the line, and he could easily make the distance without fouling for overstepping) Luz's advice made Owen's go on to win the gold, Luz took silver. and Luz Long and Jesse Owens formed a life-long friendship. Jesse Owen's said of Luz "It took a lot of courage for him to befriend me in front of Hitler. You can melt down all the medals and cups I have and they wouldn't be a plating on the twenty-four karat friendship that I felt for Lutz Long at that moment."

So I guess what I'm saying to you, Jenni, and anyone else reading, is that yes, the Olympics may take place in China. and China may be doing some less-than perfect things, but the competitors aren't. the competitors are still people and just happened to be born in whatever country they were born in. so let's just not mix politics with The Games. let sports be sports, camaraderie be camaraderie, competition be competition, China be China, Politics be Politics, and Beijing be neutral, at least, for 16 more days.

Yale, Big Dreams, and Siphoning gas

P.I Yale and Big Dreams
So I've never been one to dream big. It's just not how I am. I don't think it was a learned behavior from my parents, just from myself. Cause if I have big hopes and I don't reach them, then there is only that much further to fall, yes? Yes. I'm sure this is a very common and easy way to look at life. And so far, it hasn't caused me too much trouble. I mean maybe I could have gotten into the only show at the Hale of Center Street i tried out for, but i think it's a blessing that i didn't. (See Blog: Salt Lake is so hip that They Don't Need To Prove it to Anyone (or reputations that are far from the truth)) But I think now i found something that I actually want to try for. like, i really really want to do it. I've always known I am a better writer, of plays and prose, than most of my peers, (Especially playwrighting, Not so much prose.) and I knew that if i thought so highly of myself, i would fall eventually. but the thing is, I'm really good. I know, you're looking at my past blogs and saying "no he's not" but, these aren't plays, you see. so anyway, I know I'm better than almost everyone Ive met at writing plays, or, better than any of my peers anyway. (Scott Stringham is much older than me.) This may sound cocky, and i guess it is, but this is the only thing in my life i have ever been confident about. But anyhow, I have set a goal that I want to go to Yale School of Drama. I know, I'm far too young and inexperienced now, but after I graduate from some undergrad school, probably BYU, then I'm gonna apply there. there are 200 students and 100 teachers. A three year school. They have MFA's in all possible catergories of theatre anyone could want. Now, the only thing that they don't have is Christopher Durang. He did graduate from there, and worked at the Yale Rep. but he now teaches at Julliard School of Playwriting. Which i used to want to go there, because he and MArsha Norman ('night Mother) are the two playwrighting teachers. but after looking around and researching, thats about all they have that i want that Yale doesn't offer better. yeah. But i've been looking around, and on the aforeposted Yale website, they have videos introductions to each department by the department chairs. Yeah, but i'm gonna go there for Gradschool at somepoint. they offer Scholarships. and Connecticut is pretty.

I wanted to post a video of one of the dep. chairs here, you know, cause visible videos are kind of a blog-draw, but i can't get these ones on here, so i'll merely post a link. HERE.

P.II Siphoning Gas
so, yesterday, I siphoned my first gas tank. It was with a little, thin, long rubber tube. I got a mouthful of gas. well, it was mostly in between my lips, but it was weird and numbing.
I had a full gas tank in my scooter and it turns out alot of my scooter problems are caused because I should be using Premium, or octane 90 gas, or better. And I have been using plain old ordinary regular gas. So, I siphoned the tank, fed the old gas into my lawnmower and put some squeaky new premium gas into my scooter. I think it might work better, but I don't know, because i'm not allowed to ride it anymore. something about "no license plate" "no insurance" "no motorcycle license" "blah blah blah" so anyway. I hope it works.

Surgery (s)

So... so so so. I have surgery awaiting for me. Lurking in the shadows of vague September/October dates. It is for my nose. The surgery is actually surger-ies. 'They' are doing them all at the same time though. When I went to the Otolaryngologist, I had to verbally duel my way to find out the prices of all my different 'proceedures' I also had them write down the names cause i couldn't remember them. so i will list them all here for you. Luckily enough, my insurance payes about 80 per centum of it. so:
Septoplasty: $977 ( i'm sure lots of people have heard of that.)
Bilateral Inferior Turbinate Reduction : $1404
Endoscopic Left Concha Bullosa Resection: $385

Getting to spend five days of my life with Tampons up my nose: Priceless

I am not making any of that up either. So that will be a complete joy.

OH! OMG OMG OMG!!! I CANNOT believe I forgot! I Also have to get surgery on my guy on the fifteenth of August. I'll be bedridden with my feet up for a week. Okay, actually I dind't forget. But this just seems alot more taboo. Yeah, with this one I'll be out longer and it'll be in a much more sensiticve area. It's not a hernia, but... i don't really wanna describe it. If you really REALLY want to learn about it, go here. _

Anyhow. Those are my surgeries and things. and Tonight, Breaking Dawn comes out. Boy, i tell you what, I'll sure be breaking dawn reading it tonight. NO SLEEP! Seriously! I was kidding. I probably won't even get to read it for a few days, or at least till Sunday, what with Wourk and all. anyway, thank you readership. And don't click on the aforementioned link.