3.02.2011

"be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, starts so sweet and turns them to hunters."


COME VISIT ME! <3

i'm really diggin' this full leg brace... that i have to wear all week.

so, this is all that went down:

woke up at 5:15 yesterday morning to take a shower, and had to be at the hospital at 6! by about 7 the anesthesiologist put me out, and that was just so they could put the pain block shots in my leg. i do remember going in and out after that before surgery because they tried taking off my paper bracelet from the ski trip and apparently i kept saying "no gatlinburg no gatlinburg"... hmmm. and, the very last thing i remember was when i was in the operating room and seeing like 10 people around me, and those big surgery lights. they moved me onto the other table, and then i didn't wake up until 1. once i got home, i slept on and off until about 9 last night. <3

enough of all of that.

so, since a lot of stuff has happened, i've come to realize a few things:

1. i love florence + the machines.
2. lady gaga's new song isn't so amazing. it's only popular, well, because it's lady gaga.
3. my leg will be numb for about 8 more hours or so, i hope.
4. LOVES THIS WEATHER.
5. sleeping with one leg propped on two pillows with a huge brace is really not the most comfortable thing ever. don't let anyone fool you.
6. katie tiller made me the most delicious cake ever.
7. i already know i'm going to get very, very fat.
8. i'm suddenly sleepy again..
9. hulu and netflix online have become my new bestfriends.
10. i've had a craving for fajita nachos since i originally woke up yesterday. pregnant lady, much?
11. i look SO pretty right now..
12. my teachers are really slack about emailing me assignments they  said they'd email monday.
13. a shower sounds really good right now.. oh wait, i can't take one.
14. i'm literally falling asleep typing.
15. i miss my best friend. a lot. and i love her.


you shall be expecting a lot of blogging this coming week. <3



until next time, xoxo.

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