But don’t be expecting a lot of me, because I need to, you know, raise my GPA by at least a whole point.. Actually right now I’m on Richard’s computer because the IT department here likes to fuck with students, thus making them go to the IT help desk, thus making them pay $149 and wait 36 DAYS to get their computers back. Hahhaha I am smarter than that! That does not fool me! This is why I keep my summa cum laude brother around. To fix my computer.
Anyways, I mean, I have a lot of work to do and I will admit that some of my professors are not the greatest *cough*magicalrealism*cough*, but I only switched out of communications this semester and that is because: a) it was boring as all Hell and there was nothing on the syllabus even remotely exciting, b) it meets once weekly from 7:10-9:40. That’s just not right, c) I don’t need it, and I could be wasting time actually getting credits for my major. So thus I am taking history of Mexico. Yay, Mexico! How much history can Mexico really have? Anyways, I get to be a history dork. Teehee.
There are a lot of freshmen this year. But there are some pretty damn cool ones .
My new ID picture is hideous.
I love playing house and going food shopping.
I can’t wait for the weekend. Yay, weekend!
I had a substitute teacher for my Greek and Latin Roots class. And I was the only one who knew what coprophagia is. Look it up if you don’t know what it is. It’s totally worth a good laugh.
Okay, well I’m off to do my tasks at hand. I’ll definitely be back sometime later this weekend.

Minus all the spandex.

Seriously, since Tuesday, Richard has seen me through a trip to the Emergency Room (which I promise that I will explain once I get some time on my hands), the gynecologist’s office, the gastroenterologist’s office, a terrible endoscopy/biopsy (once again, I promise to explain), and my perfectly pupils-constricted anesthesia high (which concluded with my deduction that I shall never ever ever inject heroin into my veins because it just doesn’t sound pleasant). AND he’s volunteered to move me in on Sunday. AND he’s helping me pack up to go back to college. Really, can I ask for anything more?

 Okay, maybe extra cuddles. Maybe.

The rain patters,
The sidewalk splashes,
Worms crawl into the meat of music,
As the sky is an embrace,
Inside the ribcages of cold stone and marble.

We run,
Coverless and naked,
Under the soft turf,
The perfect green that is a river,
As we are straightjacketed by Dadaist clouds overhead.

Take me inside,
Keep me safe and warm,
Strip me of what is unessecary,
Kiss me,
For words are merely gasps for air,
And touch becomes the universal language.
Speak in these new tongues,
Make it sound like praying,
And resonate like a chorus.

Let us encompass each other in skin and blankets,
And never let go.
Let me be yours forever,
And let me love you over and over again,
Even when the clouds have passed.

Soft summer breezes,
A kiss on my cheek,
Porcelain and tear-stained,
Despite this memorable heat.

Two sweaty bodies merge in this afternoon,
This is our siesta,
Let us enjoy this.
Let us enjoy this boyish roughousing
That reminds me of a time when I was younger.
When the daisies were actually white,
And the air smelled clean,
And the dirt was my only stain,
And the sky shone,
The blue of a robin’s egg.

I thought those days were gone for a while,
And that life was a harsh, gray, New York reality.
I was trapped,
Stuck between a crib and a coffin,
Unable to sleep.

But with one of your kisses,
From the tenderest lips,
The world changed.
Your sweet eyes,
And tender carresses,
Made my childhood come back again,
Restoring life into the most dried-up hopes,
And polishing the stars as a guide for me.

And all I can wish now,
All I can pray for,
Is another day,
Another moment in your precious arms,
Another kiss from the reddest lips,
Another soft blush.
Another day to turn into the longest nights.

Honesty box is causing too much drama in my life.

Okay, so I’m currently reading The Historian, and re-reading Pride and Prejudice, The World According to Garp, and Gone With the Wind. But I have another series of books that I feel the need to buy and read:

•  Les Liaisons Dangereuses – I’m having a tough time reading this since I already know how it ends.
• Slaughterhouse-Five – I’ve only read one Vonnegut, and it was a long long time ago.
• Lord of the Flies – I’ve been reading bits and pieces of it every time I go to the Hamptons. It’s fabulous…and a great social commentary.
• Macbeth – I’ve never read it, and I need to.
• Frankenstein – Another great literary work that I passed over in school. Why they did that, I’ll never know.
• Angela’s Ashes – Frank McCourt was at my school last year.
• The Harry Potter series – I really don’t like J.K. Rowling’s writing because I feel that she is not a versatile writer (which I know is going to draw me a lot of flak) and I feel that she is now just writing for commercial purposes (I would have loved to see a major character die), I need to see what the hype is about.
• The Lovely Bones – Everyone I know has read it, except for me.

So that’s what I need to do. Barnes and Noble trip? I think yes.

So, I get to the doctor’s office at 10:30 a.m., and the receptionist is awful. She was older and she did not have a friendly demeanor at all (which is really great when you get a first-time client). So I fill out the paperwork and wait until 11:00 to be seen. I go in, and the nurse is short with me. I find out I lost five pounds, and you can see my blood pressure spike. So I then sit in the little white room and wait, feeling as disappointed in myself.

The doctor comes in and presses on my stomach and back. She decides that I need another endoscopy (which is just great. I love anesthesia) to make sure that my stomach isn’t bleeding. Oh wait, yeah, there’s bleeding. Don’t worry, I’m not going to die. You know, Napoleon Bonaparte had internal bleeding. So maybe I’ll, um, cross the Alps? You never know.

The doctor took some blood (actually the nurse did…and she was much nicer this time) to check for Chron’s, Celiac, and General Liver Function (my dad has a bum liver, so they want to make sure that they are not misdiagnosing me, although my liver is far away from the pain). It was a very tiring draw. After that, she gave me a pretty restricted diet. No caffine, no “rich foods” (like ice cream), no lettuce (I know, weird), no gluten, no booze. This really sucks now and I’ve had a hard time sticking to it, but I think it will be a little easier once I get to Mrs. Green’s to get some organic-y stuff. *Sigh* I’m just waiting for gluten-free beer.

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So, I am of course uber-stressed for tomorrow’s doctor’s appointment. Apparently the big thing is writing people off as having Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). Now, you see, this is not possible for me because the main symptom of IBS is chronic diarrhea/constipation. Not happening here. My bowels are pretty normal, and I already know that was way way too much information for all of you. And I can eat spicy food and not be in pain. And I can be perfectly calm and doubled over in pain. So explain that one to me.

Apparently, IBS is one of the most commonly diagnosed syndromes in the United States. Which kind of tells me that doctors are writing this off easily. And what if they have to give me a colonoscopy? No, really. That’s scary.

I can’t think about this anymore.

On the bright side, this includes a trip to Sag Harbor after getting stuck with needles. Hooray!