I'm going to be changing my URL/blog name soon. Nothing big or huge. Just changing the Apricot in the name to my name.
Why?
For reasons.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
My Sunburns Turn Into Tans
Hey-oooooo!
I really have no reason to write this blog post other than I'm sitting at work, having just arrived, and am waiting for my boss to get off of the phone so that I can get some pretty clear direction (well, as clear as it gets) and then start my immensely busy day of work. Long days here, fellows, long days. Well, mostly because this week my mother is at camp, and since I don't have a car, I have to catch a ride with my dad to work, which he leaves for much earlier than I usually do. So now instead of being at work at 9:00 AM, I'm here around 7:45 AM.
Like I said, no real reason for this post.
I just want to get back into the habit of posting things. And writing things. I miss writing things. I'm in the process of writing a short story and it's killing me because I have no idea what to do or how to do it. I haven't written a piece of fiction in so long that I think that I've forgotten how to do it. Help me, O Patron Saint of Short Story Writing!
Oh, I guess I could update you on a couple of things. For one thing, I had my first surgery! It went well, and I'm a prime candidate for the surgery where they rebuild me using me (as opposed to rebuilding me using a cadaver). So about now (I think) my cells are growing in a lab somewhere from a sample they took during the aforementioned first surgery. Is that not the coolest thing or what?
On that same note, I'm back to regular gimpiness. I should be able to get in le pool today, which excites me to no end. I'm like on a sugar rush, buzzing over here because I get to get in the pool today and swim around. I got in on Saturday on this awesome floaty lounge chair thingy (you know, the big ones they sell at Walmart with the multicolored bottom and cupholder and a backrest and armrests). Mom got it for her relaxation, but they let me use it so that I could float around with a book and enjoy the pool. The book, my rightfully curious ones, was A GREAT AND TERRIBLE BEAUTY by Libba Bray. GO. READ. IT.
Because I didn't think I was going to be in the pool that long (and I was just lazy), I didn't put on any sunscreen. And then floated around in the sun for four hours. Good news: I got halfway through my book in one sitting. Bad news: I also got a pretty good beating from the sun, which resulted in a sunburn across the top side of me. Even better news: the burn is already going away and taking its rightful place as a tan. Oh, how I love summer!
Also on the update radar, I like my boss. A lot. The first week, I hated him. I thought he was such a jerk, and I thought that for about a month. Lately, though, he's been pretty swell. He's grown on me. Sure, it's not daisies and cupcakes, but the guy knows that I had a surgery three weeks ago (to the day now), and he'll still carry in big piles of files so that I don't have to gimp around and carry them. How sweet is that? And I mean sweet not in the "awesome...sweet, dude" sense, but in the "aww, look how much he really cares" sense.
You know, I hadn't really planned on writing this much when I started this blog post. Oops, I guess. Unless you enjoyed it, then you're welcome!
Don't forget to be fantastic, my lovelies.
I really have no reason to write this blog post other than I'm sitting at work, having just arrived, and am waiting for my boss to get off of the phone so that I can get some pretty clear direction (well, as clear as it gets) and then start my immensely busy day of work. Long days here, fellows, long days. Well, mostly because this week my mother is at camp, and since I don't have a car, I have to catch a ride with my dad to work, which he leaves for much earlier than I usually do. So now instead of being at work at 9:00 AM, I'm here around 7:45 AM.
Like I said, no real reason for this post.
I just want to get back into the habit of posting things. And writing things. I miss writing things. I'm in the process of writing a short story and it's killing me because I have no idea what to do or how to do it. I haven't written a piece of fiction in so long that I think that I've forgotten how to do it. Help me, O Patron Saint of Short Story Writing!
Oh, I guess I could update you on a couple of things. For one thing, I had my first surgery! It went well, and I'm a prime candidate for the surgery where they rebuild me using me (as opposed to rebuilding me using a cadaver). So about now (I think) my cells are growing in a lab somewhere from a sample they took during the aforementioned first surgery. Is that not the coolest thing or what?
On that same note, I'm back to regular gimpiness. I should be able to get in le pool today, which excites me to no end. I'm like on a sugar rush, buzzing over here because I get to get in the pool today and swim around. I got in on Saturday on this awesome floaty lounge chair thingy (you know, the big ones they sell at Walmart with the multicolored bottom and cupholder and a backrest and armrests). Mom got it for her relaxation, but they let me use it so that I could float around with a book and enjoy the pool. The book, my rightfully curious ones, was A GREAT AND TERRIBLE BEAUTY by Libba Bray. GO. READ. IT.
Because I didn't think I was going to be in the pool that long (and I was just lazy), I didn't put on any sunscreen. And then floated around in the sun for four hours. Good news: I got halfway through my book in one sitting. Bad news: I also got a pretty good beating from the sun, which resulted in a sunburn across the top side of me. Even better news: the burn is already going away and taking its rightful place as a tan. Oh, how I love summer!
Also on the update radar, I like my boss. A lot. The first week, I hated him. I thought he was such a jerk, and I thought that for about a month. Lately, though, he's been pretty swell. He's grown on me. Sure, it's not daisies and cupcakes, but the guy knows that I had a surgery three weeks ago (to the day now), and he'll still carry in big piles of files so that I don't have to gimp around and carry them. How sweet is that? And I mean sweet not in the "awesome...sweet, dude" sense, but in the "aww, look how much he really cares" sense.
You know, I hadn't really planned on writing this much when I started this blog post. Oops, I guess. Unless you enjoyed it, then you're welcome!
Don't forget to be fantastic, my lovelies.
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