Current mood: Independant, no matter what she says.
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So, I've spent this whole week in bed, listening to Phantom of the Opera (Michael Crawford, obviously. The best Phantom ever. Sure, Gerard is an amazing actour, but the way his voice turns gravelly when he holds a note just annoys me to no end. The Phantom was classically trained, his voice wouldn't have that edge to it.) and surfing the net on my new laptop. Now, since I've gone through a whole semester of AP classes with nothing but pen and paper and a hundred year old desktop, I find this a wonderful improvement. It's got all sorts of goodies on it, like Solitaire, and Minesweeper, and Lemmings. Perfect for those long, boring anatomy lessons. Atleast I've got a bright future in the Military, right?
Listen for a little bit, then go up and give an oral, and sit back down and watch the other students. I get straight A's anyways, which exempts me from speaking every day, but every month or so I get to walk up mumble something about the reproductive system, the bones in the human foot, and sometimes I get to outline the process of the brain. Blah blah blah. Win an award, turn down a residency, the usual. Now, with the power of the laptop, I now spend my time not doodling the cardiovascular system, no! And certainly not sticking pencils into the ceiling, NOR staring down Amy's, fourth row third over's low cut sweater. Often.
This is a sweater. Not THE sweater. But a sweater nonetheless.
But, back on myself, I've been enjoying this week very much. Broken ankle or not, laying in bed all day eating Doritos and chatting is very fulfilling. Not morally, or monetarily, or even very much fun once those Doritos start burning and smelling, and you realize your friends are all self-obsessed idiots(Oh, the irony.). HOWEVER. In my thores of boredom, I decided "Hey, I'mma go look at UG. Haven't been there in AGES!". So I came back, rejected several friend requests read some spam, replied to said spam, and went to my main page. AND LO AND BEHOLD, WHEN DID I GET SO POPULAR? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? DO YOU USUALLY JUST COME TO MY PAGE, BUM AROUND AND THEN LEAVE WITHOUT COMMENTING? Lordy lou, you should be ashamed of yourself, teasing an old cripple.
Those tears are from pain AND sadness.
So what's a Mikey to do but blog about this atrocity? Well, I hitched up the wheelchair and drove down to CNN headquarters, which is awful hard to do with no legs, and those jerks in the blue cars with the flashy lights. Why, I could've had an epileptic person in my car with me, they could've hurt someone! So, after telling CNN about the horrible lack of commentors, and all the damn lurkers, and putting some cream on me bum from the burn after they threw me out... I went home and recorded some piano. However, since my MP3 player won't upload to either of my computers, you can't listen. Sorry.
Oh, and donate to the Mikey Needs a Surgery Fund, please. It will go to pay for food and painkillers and maybe surgery, if it turns out I need one. And I just might. I've been walking around lately, and my doc says that's a no no. Screw 'im, I feel fine. After telling him "I just need to walk it off!" and him informing me that "You can't walk, you've got a fracture on the Tarsus bone of your right foot! You'll be crippled for life!" and putting me in a cast, I am now unable to move without a nurse kicking my door opening and shotting me full of Morphine. Wonderful.
Well, I don't think the bookcase will hold her back much longer. She's tough. So tough, in fact, that when they made her biography into a movie, the only one buff enough to play her was a man. And that man was The Terminatour.
The sweetest sweat shirt ... where is the girl with no head inside ?
I also get a lot of visitors who have nothing to comment , too shy ?
or too busy to try to find a real friend to Chat with ?
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