Merry Christmas! Or whatever you celebrate, if you celebrate anything.
Hopefully you won't be spending yours in a hospital.

So, this may be the spoiled rich suburban kid coming out right now, but yesterday dad decided to give me my presents early. Now, usually my parents just hand me a check for a couple hundred dollars every Christmas which is awesome, but dad actually got me presents this year and it threw me off. I had plans for that check, and now its not here. The presents he got me are good though, so I am grateful and happy. Christmas isn't about presents anyway.

This hasn't been much of a holiday season in our family.

I saw Memoirs of a Geisha yesterday, and all I can say is...

Oh...*sigh*

It was so good, went around in circles a bit, but otherwise, it was great. I highly recommend seeing it.

I am so happy, i might cry.

2 weeks of not being where i am right now. 2 weeks of my hair not being 4 feet away from my head because it's so fucking dry in here. 2 weeks of not having to be around people that make me want to run through a wall.

And as a plus, i found out that one of KK's old friends (that isn't an asshole) wants to visit him. That makes me happy.

well. i was going to put some pictures up here, but it didn't work, i suppose because i am using a school computer.

i want to go to the city, on a saturday and walk around and watch people. I don't care if it's cold. That is where i want to be.

They moved KK to a physical rehabilitation center in Chicago. I am going to see him today.

Limelight performs today. So, if you have nothing better to do (or if you want to see spencer in a santa suit) and want to waste $7, come and see it at east at 7:00.

Nothing else intersting today. Nothing else interesting pretty much ever.

Happy Birthday, me!

Tomorrow is my golden birthday, and no one seems to give a shit in my family. i mean, i can understand under the circumstances, but still. I mean, i am still here, i am still your daughter. Sigh.

Sorry i am bitching at you, today was a very long, and kind of bad day. Plus i am definately PMSing.

My mother.

Ugh.

(if you have ever spent more than a few hours around hr, you would know)

I also thought of a good title for a movie review of Brokeback Mountain: "Cowboy Up the Ass."

^That's the hardest i have laughed all day. Ha. THank you Brian.

I cried in front of Mr. Fruits. I cried in front of one of the people who I respect more than almost anyone, he is one of my favorite people in the world.

I had to tell him that I need drop OD, and for the last 15 mintues of the class before that I had to answer multiple questions (from people who I dislike very much and hardly know) about KK's condition and the accident. So of course I cried.

Ugh.

But of course he was his awesome self and was understanding and wonderful, but I still feel sort-of guilty about it. I hope I didn't make him too uncomfortable.

So KK's last planned surgery was Sunday. It was the facial reconstruction, it went well. His face is pretty much made out of metal, and it's swollen to about 3 times its size.

He still has a fever and he developed a sickness that is prone to hospitals, but they are treating it.

So now, basically all thats left is for him is the looong process of recovery. it'll be another month or two before he is in out of the hospital, and it will be 6 months before he can walk. But he is going to get better, and that's all that matter's, no matter how long it takes.

I was sick. I am sick. I hate it, you know why? Since i went home sick yesterday, i did not know i made call backs for the winter show, and i couldn't go to call backs. And that is most probably why I am on tech. Ah well. I mean, i'm sure its a good show, but it's like an 8 person cast, and there are about 50 in Drama club. Why on earth would they choose that?

I'm going to see KK today.

They didn't have to put him back in a coma, so that's good. But they had to wire his jaws shut because he broke his jaw.
They finally started the facial re-construction a couple days ago, and they did surgery on his pelvis.

The anti-biotics they have him on bebcause of the pnumonea or something are making him throw up. :( But they can't take him off them.

My dad has been at the hospital for waaaay too long and i think its getting to him. He is coming home today for a few days, which is good because he really needs it.

I'll post more later.

I hate social workers.
I don't want to talk to them, i don't want to talk to my parents, I want to talk to my friends. I don't care if it sounds selfish or whatever.
I might not be completely alright, but i can definately manage and be somewhat normal. I sure as hell am NOT going to talk to a fucking social worker about it. sorry, but no. And i don't want to talk to my parents, don't ask me why, because i dont know. i just dont.

i really miss KK. I don't want them to have to put hi back on the paralyzing medication. I want to talk to him. I really want him to get better, really soon. A lot.

yesterday i went to go see KK. My dad said he indicated (he didnt say, because he cant talk, there's a tube down his throat) that he wanted to see me. But he was in surgery and it got late so i had to go home. Today his fever came back, and even worse, so they have to put him back on the paralyzing drugs (basically theyre going to put him in a coma)

Sigh.

I really wanted to see him too.