| Alright, so since last post. I was meaning to make a post about the NV v SV game, but I never got around to it, so...
I hung out with Josh Phillips and Eddie (I think he spells it that way, maybe not.) something or other the whole time. I ate a lot of candy. Nothing much else to say, there wasn't a lot of people from my group of friends there. Well, we lost. 17-16. So close.
Alright, in other news. Well, we started this new l33t way of learning stuff in Honors Visual Basic, here on out refered to as HVB. We're going to be just making a game. "Space Invaders", yes, the classic. It's going to be so sweet. I made the aliens pink and purple and have the "^.^" face. I made the cannon grey and have the ">.<" face. I made the cannon's bullets say "Pwnag3" on them, and I'm also going to have the aliens fire at you, unlike the classic. Their bullets say "n00bz0rz" on them. Jurich was being retarded, and got some images off the internet. The cannon? Micheal Jackson. The aliens? Children. The bullets? Sperm. Yes, sperm. It's so retarded, slightly funny, but majorly retarded. Anyway, this project is so sweet.
In English we're working on a persuasion paper, to try and persuade other people to change their ethics. We had open forums for the last week in English, "discussing", really argueing, our topics. The one about homosexual marriage got heated, which also got into just plain homosexuality, which later led to homosexuals and adoption, which led to single parenting. Now, time to explain.
The marriage part, just expressing views, no real argueing. Now, the homosexuality thing, got real bad. Although, I agree with Cliff. Homosexuality is so wrong, and homosexuals should die. It's disgusting, it's wrong, it's unnatural, it's a crime against God. Cliff said, and I quote, "You can't just have two guys going together and having a sausage fest!" At this, the teacher got pissed. What I said was, "Marriage is a beautiful thing. A man and a woman, beautiful. A woman and a woman, no. A man and a man, hell no." Should homosexual couples be allowed to adopt? Also, no. Definitely not. People argued "they love the child, what's the difference?" Uh, they're homosexual? "Why should they be denied the right to raise a child?" Dude, they're homosexual. They kept argueing that shit, until I said, "Alright, who cares? Think of the child. They would probably be messed up. Also, look at it this way. Look from the child's point of view, not the parents. Would you want to be raised by a homosexual couple?" Yeah, no response. Thought so. They are unfit to raise children, because, in the words of Chase "You learn certain things from mom, and you learn certain things from dad. You can't learn everything from two moms, or two dads." Which was the transition to single parenting, because it's the same thing. Without the other half of the parents, you can't learn everything, so it's an unfit environment. The child gets neglected, their's less money to go around, so on and so forth. Also, when it comes to custody, a lot of parents are selfish, and argue who loves the child more to get the child, when they should actually be thinking of which parent the child would have better living conditions with. Gah, I've said enough, time to end before I get enraged.
Chemistry. International Mol Day. We did some sweet stuff. Played some games, I got silver medal. Our group also got silver medal for our l33t flag. We ate some food, played more games. I hand-sewed a stuffed animole(Hahahah. AniMOLE. Hahah.) He's really l33t. He's a Saudi MOLErabian.(Hahah. Saudi Arabian. Saudi MOLErabian. Hahah.) terrorist. But yeah, turns out I'm pretty good at sewing. Must be since we learned in Home Ec in Junior High.
So, my French project is a week overdue, but I have an extention. Sweet. It's due Tuesday now, it would be due Monday, but it's Tuesday now due to circumstances beyond my control. I will tell of this later.
Turns out later comes now. Since it is now "tomorrow", I will refer to it taking place "yesterday", although some may interpret it as still "today" or what have you. Anyway. Friday, 21st October 2005. I was going home early because of sharp pains in my chest, by chest I mean heart, every time I took a breath. Well, my grandma got to the school to pick me up, and I went out. I put my back pack in the back seat and closed the door. I accidentally closed my finger in the sliding door, and I jerked it back out of reflex, I thought it only caught and stung. I went to open the front door, and felt my finger hurt really bad. I looked at it, and my entire hand to my wrist was stained red with blood, and there was blood all over the ground. I stared at it, and quickly got in the car. We hurried to the hospital, which took a half an hour. We got stuck at every light, and then there was a damn traffic jam. What the hell? Well, we got to the E.R., and my entire right arm was freezing because I had lost so much blood. They had me stick my hand in a solution of Benadine and cold water, which didn't feel too good considering my hand was already freezing. This cleaned out the blood and made it clot up, but it didn't work too well. They took some x-rays, and then they put in an I.V. They drew blood, they gave me a syringe full of morphine, and then the I.V. antibiotic. They gave me five injections of the strongest numbing solution they had, I forget what it's called, but my finger is still numb. It's been about 12 hours. After the numbing, they gave me five stitches, which took about fifteen minutes. They then gave me two more syringes of morphine and put on a splint, because not only was my finger near-severed, it was also broken (Which is why they gave me the strongest numbing solution they had, it was going to hurt no matter what because my bone was broken, so they tried to make it least painful as possible.) I cried for about seven minutes, just as I was arriving at the E.R. and was sitting there while they all talked and did paperwork, it seems so ridiculous. I was sitting there bawling, with a near-severed finger and they were having my grandma fill out paperwork. I got three different medications prescribed, I don't know what exactly they all do. One is for pain, one is to fight infection, and the third, I have no idea. I just know I'm supposed to take it. I have an appointment to see a surgeon who specializes in hands on Monday, so yeah, I won't be going to school really. It's a forty-five minute drive to his office, in Oregon, Ohio. So yeah... I cried more today than I have in the last six years of my life. If any of you can believe that I am capable of crieing. Everybody thinks I'm so mean and cruel and shit, and cold and heartless, and that I can't cry or feel emotion. And that's a bunch of bullshit.
I told Josh Coleman, and he laughed at me. He laughed because my finger was near-severed. I asked why, and he said "Because you're Theo." Why does everybody say that garbage? I'm no different than everybody else. I have feelings, too. It hurts when everybody says that kind of shit, as if I have no feelings, as if I'm not human, as if I'm just a heartless bastard. It hurts, but everybody keeps doing it, even after I tell them to stop. |
