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October 24th Freewrite

I have too much to write about in such a short time. Over the period of two days, I learned that I had a house available to me and moved into it. Right now we’re sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I didn’t have room in my car to carry anything large, so I folded my futon mattress to fit into the back of a van and carted it over. The cable guy is coming today and I can’t be more relieved. It’s weird to see how connected I am to the internet. Not only do I have to check every few hours to make sure that nothing has been assigned to me, but it’s one of my main sources of information and entertainment. Without it, I feel disconnected from the world.

It’s weird living with Elise. Not in a bad way, it’s just this has all happened so quickly. It’s like a perpetual sleepover. We went shopping for the first time last night and cooked some eggs and bacon for dinner, finishing with some fuzzy over-the-air television and some music on my computer. The cat that we rescued loves us. He wanders around the house when we’re gone, usually finding a place on a bag of clothes or a stray chair to sleep on. The second we walk in the door, he’s there. Following us, sitting with us, jumping onto my lap when I’m messing around with my computer. It’s pretty great.

Back on subject, the house was my grandparents’. My grandfather owns a subdivision, so he decided to move into one of his own houses, leaving his old one empty. Elise and I are taking care of the house until they decide to sell it. We also were given the task of clearing out all of the junk that they’ve left.

Digging through the various boxes is an oddly rewarding experience. It’s like a series of treasure chests containing objects long forgotten. Just yesterday, I found two official Army Medic kits from what I can only guess is the Vietnam War, a completely metal train set, and a switchblade knife with bone handle that I really can’t figure out how to close. There’s a complete box of photos from the 70’s, which amazes me. I can’t believe the changes that have taken place in only 30 years. It’s so incredible to see one moment frozen in time like that. I can’t wait until the time when I can look back at my photos and see the same type of discrepancies with the life I’m living. The cars, the styles, the places. I wonder if everything will change as much as it has in the last 30 years.

Dream Update

Ok. Recently I had the weirdest dream ever. Here’s a shortened list of exactly what happened in that dream. The best interpretation as to what the hell was going on in my mind to make this happen to me wins a hug.

  • Moving back home from some place
  • When shopping, I come upon a baby vending machine. I pick up four babies.
  • For some reason, they turn to cats halfway through the dream, but promptly turn back into normal babies.
  • I decide I don’t want the babies. I call “tech support”.
  • Indian woman answers, first compares me to some racial stereotype (in a pretty funny manner no less), then compares my mother to a racial stereotype. (This is weird because we’re both Caucasian)
  • “Going away” celebration next door.
  • After celebration, turns out that one of the babies that I’ve adopted is an international spy.
  • I fall asleep at night, wake up to a commotion. Apparently, my butler is a secret agent, because he’s fighting all of the babies. The babies are speaking in different dialects, and are all spies for foreign nations.

That’s it. So any ideas?

Back Surgery Freewrite

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We have daily freewrites in my English class and I’ve decided I’m going to post the interesting ones so that any readers that are straggling around can learn a bit about the writer of this blog.

This particular freewrite focuses on my back surgery, which happened two years ago. The picture to the left is actually me. Click and zoom if you dare.

One of the most frightening moments of my life was before my back surgery. I sat with my girlfriend and my mom in a room while the doctor examined me once last time. Following that, I was stripped and put into a hospital gown.

I was given some sedatives, told to relax on a hospital gurney, and whisked off – away from my mom, my girlfriend, and from what I thought at the time, possibly my life. The hospital workers parked me in a dark room. A pre-op room. This is a bad idea. My own fears were compounded in this dark room by the four other patients awaiting surgery. Even though I was face down, I could tell that the patient in the area next to me was an old woman. She was crying. Crying and praying. Possibly one of the most disturbing combinations of things that one can ever hear. I wondered if I should be less concerned about myself and more concerned about her, but at the same time became more worked up about my own outcome.

The sedatives were clearly not doing their job. Despite whatever they had put into my system pumping through my blood, my heart felt like it was going to explode it was beating so fast. I went over every important person in my life, how they mattered to me. I thought about how my girlfriend would take it if I didn’t come out of the surgery. I almost cried thinking about that.

Finally, they started an IV drip. Carting me out, the lines of fluorescent lights lining the ceiling of the hallway on the way to the operating room rushing by. They asked me to count down from 10. I didn’t even get to one before I woke up. The surgery was over. What felt like less than a second was 14 hours later. I was asked to move my feet. I could do it! My girlfriend and mom came into the post -operation room. I could tell they were stressed as hell, but relieved that I got out of it. I fell asleep again pretty quickly because I was being pumped with a ton of drugs, but I remember that moment being one of the happiest of my life.

Not like I didn’t love my life before, but after going through a surgery that could potentially leave me paralyzed or dead, It’s hard to see anything negative. I mean, I’m alive. I’m still with the wonderful girlfriend that nursed me back to health during the three months that I could barely walk (we’re actually engaged now), I see my family all the time and maintain a close relationship with them, and I get to continue doing what I love (photography) – and I get paid to do it! I love my life. I love what my life is going to become. I don’t care about money or fame. I’m just happy with everything that I have.

Three years, one rib less, and one titanium rod more, that operation and the summer following still remain as a few of the most important points of my life. Is it weird that I consider a genetic condition that called for major and invasive surgery a good thing?


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The Other White Noise.

Well. I’m up at 8:00 AM. I was also still up at 6:00 AM. I was unaware that there would be 1,000 men upstairs pounding on the floors with hammers at the crack of dawn for some reason.

While I was searching for “white noise” on a torrent search engine (to muffle the army of hammer equipped soldiers) I found “The Other White Noise – Lesbians and Ice Cream”. Does anyone really download that stuff? (Apparently they do. 93 seeders, 121 leechers. Wtf.)

Edit: Turns out “Lesbians and Ice Cream” is an album. Not a dirty, dirty movie.

Why don’t we have cool pizza like this in the US?

Hell Pizza needs to start giving out franchise licensing in the US for the following reasons:

  • Their Pizza is actually interesting – Seven of their flavors are named after the seven deadly sins and in my opinion sound freakin’ delicious (blue cheese, peppers, garlic…mmm…)
  • Awesome advertising schemes (Promoting their “Lust” pizza by distributing condoms with the meal, creating the fastest hearse in the world.)
  • The Pizza Box can actually morph into a tiny coffin to carry your “remains” wherever you’d like to finish them off.

Pizza Box!

Pinnacle of hellish deliciousness? I think so.

http://hell.co.nz