You won’t believe it, but I wrote a three page post last night and accidentally deleted it. It was really good too. Damn.

Well, right now, I am supposed to be in class, but that didn’t go as planned. We needed RealVideo to play a documentary and unfortunately the *looks around the library* ipotent IT department refuses to download RealVideo because “it’s only used for porn”. And you see half the class look around and whisper “yeah, we have never used QuickTime to get porn. Never.” So we were dismissed. I need to make up my midterm ASAP.

I got my math exam back today. I got an 84!!!!! *happy dance* Oh, that reminds me, I need to look up the homework before I go. I have a lot to do tonight.

The hot apple cider in Benzinger was really good today. I want more.

Okay, I’m off to get some tea before my History of Mexico class.

12:00 a.m.-5:30 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Wake up with excruciating pain. Go to White Plains Hospital Center (WPHC) with Richard. Mum and dad come to see me. Get called in. Get urinalysis, bloodwork, more urinalysis, CT scan, saline/Levaquin/codine drip. I have a mild infection. Am perscribed Levaquin oral and Motrin 600mg. Go home.

6:00-9:30 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Eat Vienna Wafers and Yoo-Hoo (in a glass bottle!) out of the vending machine. Sleep. Pain still present.

9:30-10:00 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Recieve a call from mum saying that Dr. Bregman (an ER doctor) saw that the results from yesterday are inconclusive and appendicits may be present. Call Dr. Bregman, am asked to come in for a new CT scan with contrast.

10:30 a.m.-5:30 p.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Go back to WPHC with Richard. Meet dad there. Go into ER and are forced to drink two pints of Barium Sulfate in mixed berry. I chug a dixie cup full and proceed to go into the bathroom to vomit. I am given a saline/Zofran IV, a urinalysis, and a CBC. Two hours later, the Barium Sulfate is gone and I await a CT scan. Go for CT scan. Results show that appendicitis is not present, but instead a large cyst rupture on my ovary. Am later released.

6:00 p.m.-9:30 p.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Go home, do laundry, eat dinner, call the parents, pack, and sleep.

20 Oct. 2007 – Go to the parents’ house by 8:00 a.m., eat breakfast, drive to Franklin, eat lunch, go to Sharon Springs to see the Hotel Adler (which is victim to treasure hunters), Imperial Baths (they had the sulphur and magnesium faucets running and people were drinking out of them), and do some shopping. Go back. Read. Eat dinner. Go to Cooperstown for the Halloween Event at the Farmhouse Museum. Come back. Eat dinner. Sleep.

21 Oct. 2007 –> Get up. Eat breakfast. Shower. Pack. Drive home (sleep). Dinner. Back to Mville. Homework. Call parents. Homework. Blogging.

Yeah, life is eventful under me. As a side note, Apple Cider from Sharon Springs is really good because of its high sulphur content.

Hahaha….best thing ever.

 I’m sitting in the library with Rich, griping about my test grades. Rich smells like Philly Cheesesteak, which reminds me of the first time we kissed. Anyways, this girl just gets up, screams to a guy (whom I later found out she wasn’t even dating) and says a string of things ending with a loud “FUCK YOU AND YOUR DOUBLE STANDARDS!!!” Way to bring an entire group of studyers together to talk about shit.

And I thought I was wearing my own ovaries on the outside.

 On a (majorly) sadder note, they are shutting down Letchworth Village. I know that doesn’t mean a lot to you, but it’s the only abandoned asylum in my area. They are turning it into, you guessed it, high-volume housing. Not that I protest high-volume housing, but it really is a beautiful piece of history. Carl Solomon stayed there for quite some time, and it was lobotomy and ECT centeral. It makes me wonder why we didn’t follow Long Island’s method of turning abandoned crap into parkland for kids to get high in. Oh well, I still have Pilgrim (kinda cool), King’s Park (majorly cool), and Old Main at Utica State (majorly majorly orgasmically I might have an orgasm talking about it unlike most of their patients in 1836 cool). My goal is to: a) get into Old Main and photograph it before they destroy it; and b) get into Building 93 of King’s Park and make it to the top floor (you can clearly see CT and MA from there) without crashing through all 12 floors, getting arrested, or being attacked by some of the “left-behinds” that are still roaming (I kid you not, it’s only been on the market ten years and there are several police reports of this…especially in buildings 105-106 [medical/surgical] which are still in perfect condition). Definitely a daytime, maybe winter project for those short Long Island days.

Anyways, I am off to read important stuff and gripe about Letchworth. Or maybe to read Poe and look at Kirkbride architecture.

By the way, Frank is the cause for everything bad in your life. It’s not what he’s done, it’s what he failed to do. But he’s still a cool guy.

 I am totally wearing my ovaries on the outside today. Nevermind the fact that I feel sick and it’s probably my mother the elementary school worker’s fault, but I can’t stop crying. Like raccoon-like crying (have you ever heard one of those things cry?) to the point I missed my favorite-ist class in the entire world.

And I have 20,000 things to do tomorrow.

AND my weekends are booked:

• This week: Tour of Franklin, Cooperstown, Sharon Springs, etc. with the family.
• Next week: 200 Nights, The Masquerade at New Windsor (ironic since I’m reading “The Masque of Red Death”)
• The week after: Going to Sag Harbor to get a verrrrry important parcel; My brother’s birthday luncheon
• The week after: Ft. Tryon Park
• The week after: Ft. Lee
• The week after: Thanksgiving
• The week after: Dave’s birthday

My life is insane.

As a side note, it seems that reenactors have a knack for putting knives through their hands. Bravo.

It seems that everyone has somehow forgotten about me since my several extended leaves of absence. This is because: a) I have no internet in my dormitory due to a broken port on the boyfriend’s Mac; b) I have been spending more time in the gym than blogging; c) I have not had a single free weekend to myself since, um, Labor Day weekend; d) I am overloaded with work; e)  I am going through a MAJOR life change; or f) All of the above. Which one? You guessed it: f!!! F as in “Fucking work”.

Yeah. So I am really busy. So cut me a break, and I do promise that I usually take five minutes out of the day to read your blogs.

I’m watching Save the Last Dance and yes, I know it’s cheesy, but it was my life. For thirteen years, being in front of the stage was my life. The pointe shoes, the costumes, the makeup. It was a love affair I didn’t get when I was five, but I couldn’t live without when I was eighteen. I grew up in the world of The Dance Workshop, and I never was unfaithful to it. I stuck with it from my first dance and my first costume (“My Heart Belongs to Daddy” in a red sequin spaghetti-strap leotard with lace trim and a lace bow on the butt) to my last dance and my last costume (“Mein Herr” in spandex shorts and a midriff, velvet top). Actually, the last recital was dedicated to me. Me, with the best bourees and the worst case of timing and clumsiness you’ve ever seen. God, how I miss it.

I want to go back so badly, but right now I need my cash for other things, like rent, health insurance, money for college, and whatever else comes ahead. It’ll be a couple of years before I learn. I figure that if I go back, I want to learn hip-hop, since I never got to learn that. It’ll be good if I go live in Boston or New York.

Okay, back to crying about ballet…