It's over!! Finally it's all over! Prom, surgery, farewell parties, graduation, open house, everything is finally over. I can say that I have absolutely NOTHING to worry about...for about 2 1/2 months until college starts and I have to do it all over again. Woo Hoo!

No but seriously, I have nothing to do and it is absolutely magical. I still haven't wrapped my head around the whole graduating high school thing. Honestly, I'm not quite sure how long that will take. For now I am trying to relish in the fact that I'm free for 2 months.

All I can hope for now is that without all of the stress I can get back to doing what I love.

So the last time I posted I was informed I had to have surgery. Well, I've had the surgery. I went in last Monday at the ass crackers of dawn to have my cyst removed.
You know when you see movies where someone is on a gurney; they get wheeled into this room with bright lights and tables with surgical instruments on them and 8 doctors above them. Well, that was me and it really happens that way. They put you on a gurney and wheel you down a never ending hall way into a freezing cold room where there are 10 people with masks staring down at you. It's scary! I was convinced I was going to have a panic attack. You don't really think about how scary it all is until you get there.

Anyhoo, the surgery went well. They put me in this crazy cast that looks like a moon boot or something. Some people have said transformer boot but it's all the same, it's FREAKIN' huge! Anyway It has this little cooler that I can attach with a hose that puts ice water into the cast. It's a pain in the ass but the concept is kind of cool.

5 days later my surgeon took the dressings off and I got to see my incision. It is disgusting looking. Not grossly infected or anything but the stitches make it look weird. It's about the length of pen maybe a little smaller, point is it's gross. Another good thing is that my stitches come out the day I walk for graduation so I won't be in the cast.

And what all of that came down to was, now I am a gimp equip with moon boot.  

...Nice

Ok so I saw my surgeon this morning. Which I wasn't too enthusiastic about, let me tell you. I  got to look at my MRI results and guess what? I have a massive cyst growing in the core of my right ankle. Oh yeah, a nice big mass stuck right in between my bone and tendons. Lovely right? Then my surgeon kindly informs me that it has to be removed, surgically (duh) and relatively soon. So after I roll that around in my head for a minute he tells me that I'll be in a special boot thing for 6 to 8 weeks after which I will have to undergo physical therapy. Oh Goody!

Needless to say I wasn't very happy.

So now I'll be walking, scratch that, limping to receive my diploma in 3 weeks and spending the first half of my summer doing squat.

*sigh* Sometimes life just sucks. 

So it's 1:35 in the morning and can you guess what I’m doing??

*Gasp* No not that, keep your mind out of the gutter kiddies.

No I've been cramming economics into my head for the past 5 hours. Oh yes, my brain is officially a puddle of goo and not the good kind either. ^^

Now that my brain is too full to function I have squashed all hope of writing something worth a crap tonight. Bummer.

The things I sacrifice for my precious education.

...crap

So I am officially tired of worrying about college, and prom, and credits, and everything else that goes along with the end of school. I just wish I could say "Poof" and it would all go away. And believe me, I've tried. 

There is just WAY too much crap to worry about and boat loads more behind that. What really burns my cookies is that I haven't been able to write for months. I haven't been able to draw either. So I no longer have an outlet. My creativity is shot, scratch that, it has been smothered. It has been smothered by stress and there isn't much hope of it returning anytime soon.

*sigh* I need a nap.

Happy Late Birthday ^^

So it's 3:21 am eastern time and I'm tired...but I'm not tired. I should be tired. Actually, if you want to get technical I should be down right exhausted. Yet, here I am wide awake and feeding my late night Fan Fic cravings. *Sigh* I should be ashamed. But I'm sure many would agree when I say, that it is somewhat of an addiction and the somewhat is fading quickly. Pathetic, who me?