chapter 3

I want to blog...............but nothing is coming to my mind.  Actually, the real problem is, there is too much coming to my mind so I don't know where to start. 

 

I'm tired right now because I just finished crying.  I was crying because I have been talking about my treatment.  I am so frustrated.  The cosmic universe apparently doesn't care what I want.  What I want is to be magically perfect.  My mom says that everybody wants that, sick or not sick.  That's God's big joke on us.  To make it through this life so perfectly imperfect. 

 

I got a letter from my Aunt Jen yesterday.  It rocked.  She gave me finger mustache tattoo's.  She also gave me a sticker that says "Love Pirate"  I asked if I could get a real tattoo of it on my back.  My Mom said, "no way, Missy."  What a lame-o.  Now I want to shave my head like Aunt Jen did when she was younger.  Mom said she would think about it and maybe even do it with me.  She's the best. 

 

I think my life sucks right now.  I have to make too choose from two crap-hole options.  I guess I'm choosing "milkshake".  AKA: radio-iodine.  (I will most likely have to drink it, that's why we call it a milkshake, it just sounds better.)  My mom promised we would find lots of fun things to do for two days of alone time.  I'm mostly hoping for a TV and computer in my room.  I think if I play my cards right, I might get my Mom to shave her head.  That would be awesome.  Who's with me!?!  Aunt Jen shaved her head because she going to State with her high school swim team.  I'm hoping some day I will make it to state, too. 

 

I am also upset because, I invited my Grandma Jensen, Grandpa Jensen and Aaron Dad to Christmas Eve and they haven't emailed me back an answer.  Hello, tomorrow is Christmas Eve.  How rude!!  I wish that I could snap my fingers and make them do what I want.  I did, however, get a gift card from my Great Grandma Jensen.  That was super nice. 

 

I didn't take my medicine this afternoon, so I am crazy tired.   I wish my body would just work already.  All these stupid pills are starting to get on my nerves.  I hate them, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them!! Oh yeah, did I mention that I HATE THEM?

 

Looking forward to Christmas and loving the break from school.  I plan on skiing, sharing the Christmas spirit, watching lots of Christmas movies and NOT doing homework.  Sorry, Mr. Haramoto.   

 

Thank you to all of my friends and family for their love and support.  You are making this the best Christmas ever, even though my body feels likes it's the worst.  My mind is on strike from my body.  Why do I feel like I need a Twinkie?  ha, ha. 

 

Merry Christmas!!!