Do your eyes hurt? Because they're killing me.

Y'all. I have a cyst on my EYEBALL. Well, sort of. I don't really know if it's classified as a "cyst" per say, but it is a clear, fluid filled, something icky resting on my poor right eye. I am a little freaked out about this. Said freaked-ness can be illustrated in following conversation that I had with my dad, the lung doctor. Disclaimer: I may have the slightest flair for the dramatic.

Me: I HAVE A TUMOR ON MY EYEBALL.

Dad: Riiiiiiight. Like the pulmonary embolism you had in July that turned out to be heartburn?

Me: NO. This time it's serious. I don't want to freak you out or anything, BUT MY EYE IS EXPLODING.

Dad: Pulmonary embolisms aren't exactly fodder for comic relief.

Me: No. My eye is STINGING. AND with the lumpy ness and the clear ball that is on my EYE.

Dad: Right. Well, come on up to the office and we'll have a look. But hey, run to Starbucks and get me one of those latte things first.

Me: Sigh.

So, I went. And he looked. And he asked me if I'd quit wearing the three hundred dollar sunglasses he and my mother had given me for Christmas because it appears that my eyes??? Have been damaged by the sun!!!!!! EEEEK! So, the eye doctor was called all "beep beep stat." But he was in surgery. So I'm back home, waiting to hear what exactly is the matter with my eyeball. Trying not to freak out........a lot.

"I like you. Now watch this die"

So. I'm dating someone New. And this has been Fun.

Also, stressful.

Mainly because things over here have been pretty busy.

OK, that isn't entirely true.

But yes with the funness and dating and also, he brings me flowers. I am sort of torn on this issue. It is so depressing to watch a symbol of some one's feelings for you turn brown and start to smell, but they're gorgeous while they last and it's such a nice gesture.

Moving on, it's been Shark Week on the Discovery Channel and I've had exams which has resulted in a conflict of interest of sorts. Forgo my love of shark facts and ace my exams OR slide by with minimal studying and spend the week with my ass fused to the sofa, eating diet pizza and soaking in as much shark related material as is humanly possible.

I'll let you guess which one I picked.

Lets just hope I don't fail out of school.

old greg

Hello

Its finals week for summer term. In my attempt to procrastinate as much as possible I'm catching up on....well...anything that doesn't involve statistics or paleolithic cave drawings. Blogging falls into that category. So, in one of my last entrys I entertained the idea of a photo essay situation....that was before my camera was unceremoniously thrown down a sewer by my brother. Who should sleep with one eye open for a while.