It doesn't even hit my chin...
Monday, May 22, 2006
Look everyone... short hair....
More like "Look Victoria, it's your short hair!" since I'm pretty sure this really only gets read when I get bored and log in and read them again... but oh well. It actually looks longer here than it really is...
It doesn't even hit my chin...
It doesn't even hit my chin...
Sunday, May 21, 2006
"Well it's Boobs and Pants!"
No matter how many years I age I will always be the baby. I guess I should get used to it since everyone else is aging with me. Wonder what monumental life lessons the year of 23 will bring.
I half loved, half hated my birthday this year. My actual birthday was great. I was scheduled to work but decided last minute I wanted to go to the zoo with the boyfriend instead. Ended up eating out, watching Pee Wee's Big Adventure, going to a party, and seeing Gomez up in Park City. Not too shabby... but since I had already told the majority of my friends I was celebrating the 20th I decided I'd still stick with those plans so I could see some of the few people I cared about seeing on my birthday.
Unfortunately, I had a friend of mine pass away on Mothers Day. Austin Andrew Lyle... still hard to believe he's gone. Wish I would've kept in touch. God it's actually myspace that let me talk to him the last few times that I did.That whole ordeal kinda put a damper on the birthday festivities of course, so I arrived at the bar feeling less than happy. (having just left his funeral) From then on, every little minute detail had some way of lowering my spirits. Granted, I think I'm justified in feeling the way I feel, but I made everything quite a bigger deal than necessary. Stupid alcohol and the way it amplifies your emotions. It wasn't all bad however, some people who I didn't think would give a shit made it a point to stop in and hang out... so I really shouldn't bitch too much. I know some pretty cool people. In the end I spent my time with the one person I wanted to ensure was there... he's really all that matters, or all I can count on it seems.
Going to the viewing and the celebration of life for Austin was like going through a goddamn time warp. In a moment I stepped right back into my old life... my old friends... my ex-boyfriend. Saw people I hadn't seen in what seemed like an eternity. They're all great people, well, most of them. I miss some of those kids like crazy, and I feel like absolute shit for not maintaining contact. I pretty much walked away from them all... said goodbye to Chris and started anew. Funny the way things turn out. I just wish each of them didn't have to hug me and say "We really need to see each other under better circumstances." It was great, however, to reminisce and talk about the good times. Shared so many memories with those people... even with Austin. 25 is way too young to go, breaks my heart to see the pain his death has caused the people who knew him. I'm not surprised though, he was great.
In happier news, I'm goin' on vacation! 7 nights of oceanside views couldn't come at a better time. Can't wait to get away from all the fucking Salt Lake idiots that I want to cunt-punt from here to fucking China. Okay so there really aren't too many people that applies to... but it's still going to be great to get away. We (meaning Pants and I) will at least get a few nights alone before the rest of our crew shows up.
Not sure why I bother... drivel. That's all this really is...
P.S. I chopped my hair. And I mean CHOPPED! Thanks Memorie.... ;)
I half loved, half hated my birthday this year. My actual birthday was great. I was scheduled to work but decided last minute I wanted to go to the zoo with the boyfriend instead. Ended up eating out, watching Pee Wee's Big Adventure, going to a party, and seeing Gomez up in Park City. Not too shabby... but since I had already told the majority of my friends I was celebrating the 20th I decided I'd still stick with those plans so I could see some of the few people I cared about seeing on my birthday.
Unfortunately, I had a friend of mine pass away on Mothers Day. Austin Andrew Lyle... still hard to believe he's gone. Wish I would've kept in touch. God it's actually myspace that let me talk to him the last few times that I did.That whole ordeal kinda put a damper on the birthday festivities of course, so I arrived at the bar feeling less than happy. (having just left his funeral) From then on, every little minute detail had some way of lowering my spirits. Granted, I think I'm justified in feeling the way I feel, but I made everything quite a bigger deal than necessary. Stupid alcohol and the way it amplifies your emotions. It wasn't all bad however, some people who I didn't think would give a shit made it a point to stop in and hang out... so I really shouldn't bitch too much. I know some pretty cool people. In the end I spent my time with the one person I wanted to ensure was there... he's really all that matters, or all I can count on it seems.
Going to the viewing and the celebration of life for Austin was like going through a goddamn time warp. In a moment I stepped right back into my old life... my old friends... my ex-boyfriend. Saw people I hadn't seen in what seemed like an eternity. They're all great people, well, most of them. I miss some of those kids like crazy, and I feel like absolute shit for not maintaining contact. I pretty much walked away from them all... said goodbye to Chris and started anew. Funny the way things turn out. I just wish each of them didn't have to hug me and say "We really need to see each other under better circumstances." It was great, however, to reminisce and talk about the good times. Shared so many memories with those people... even with Austin. 25 is way too young to go, breaks my heart to see the pain his death has caused the people who knew him. I'm not surprised though, he was great.
In happier news, I'm goin' on vacation! 7 nights of oceanside views couldn't come at a better time. Can't wait to get away from all the fucking Salt Lake idiots that I want to cunt-punt from here to fucking China. Okay so there really aren't too many people that applies to... but it's still going to be great to get away. We (meaning Pants and I) will at least get a few nights alone before the rest of our crew shows up.
Not sure why I bother... drivel. That's all this really is...
P.S. I chopped my hair. And I mean CHOPPED! Thanks Memorie.... ;)
Thursday, May 18, 2006
My eyeballs are hurting
I've always had problems with my vision. I think they began in the 2nd grade... I was 7. The PTA (which my mom was proudly apart of) administered eye exams in the auditorium of my elementary school. Imagine my poor mother's embarrassment when my turn arrives and I fail. "Why didn't you tell me you had a hard time seeing the board?"
Thus began my journey into the lovely world of glasses and contacts. I wore a variety of styles throughout elementary school. I often look back at old photos and question my taste.
Sadly, I began to notice that year after year my vision got worse. Suddenly that pair of glasses I'd been wearing all those months wasn't doing as much in the ways of improving my sight.
7th grade arrives along with some other changes. Mom says I can start wearing makeup, and those old glasses hit the trash can while I suction a pair of flexible lenses onto my eyeballs. I remember taking courses to ensure I'd properly care for my lenses. "Always wash your hands before handling your contact lens" amongst other rules. I quickly disobeyed these laws.
Rule number 1: NEVER sleep in your contacts. I slept in mine every night. The disposable lenses that should've been tossed after 1 month were glued to my eyes for a solid 2. Without ever being cleaned. Without my eyes ever getting that "breather" they require. Turns out eyes need oxygen too.
Come 8th grade I decided to try a new lens, a lens that was supposed to be great for people with an astigmatism like me. These were the gas permeable lenses that feel like hard plastic. Sorry, but anything that requires a callous to be built in order to provide comfort is not a good idea. Removing these lenses requires a taut lid and a blink. Hence the people screaming in crowds "Nobody move, I lost my contact!" These bad boys lasted less than a year with me.
Back to the old softies I went! The following years would introduce me to my frequent visitors, the eye infections. Remember all that talk of cleaning your hands and lenses and what not? Turns out it's good advice. I've had medicinal drops as well as a neosporin like gel to rub on my lid... I guess you could say my eyes have been less than healthy.
Prior to today, my most recent trip to the optometrist was 2 years and 3 months ago. I ordered a pair of backup glasses, and I got a new prescription for contacts. I haven't had new contacts since. 1 year and 3 months ago I stopped wearing my right lens. It just kept giving me too many problems. So yes, I've been managing with one lens for over a year now. Dont' ask me how.
My new eye doctor attempted to contact my last doctor to find my prescription. They say unfortunately they don't have any of that information because they never sold me any lenses. Surely, this must be a mistake. I know where I got my most recent pair of contacts and it was definitely from their office. Then my eye doctor says "They told me they never sold you any lenses, they just provided you with a 2-week trial."
WHAT
He then asks "Where exactly have you been buying your lenses?" Uh-oh. It's the disappointment and lecture I've received many times before. Do I tell him the truth or do I find a way to lie and get out of it? Truth. Truth is best. So I explain that I haven't purchased any lenses, I've been wearing the same lenses I received from Dr. Bogus and I swear I had no idea they were trials!
His response? "Why. Why on earth would you do that? Don't you know how bad that is for your eyes?"
How the hell does one wear lenses designed to be trashed after 2 weeks for 2 years?
This is why I swear I'll be blind someday. I'm 23, my eyes get worse each visit I make, and it's obvious I don't know how to care for them.
So we go through the "Which is better, 1 or 2?" nonsense, which always frustratees me. Hell half the time they both look the same. He ends my exam by informing me that he's just not comfortable ordering a prescription without allowing my left eye to "rehabilitate." Apparently wearing that old lens was like crack for my eye and now it's in bad shape.
1 week later I get to make a trip back to do it all over again. Luckily he gave me a new "trial" pair to get me by, so no more 1 lensing it for me. I can see!
Thus began my journey into the lovely world of glasses and contacts. I wore a variety of styles throughout elementary school. I often look back at old photos and question my taste.
Sadly, I began to notice that year after year my vision got worse. Suddenly that pair of glasses I'd been wearing all those months wasn't doing as much in the ways of improving my sight.
7th grade arrives along with some other changes. Mom says I can start wearing makeup, and those old glasses hit the trash can while I suction a pair of flexible lenses onto my eyeballs. I remember taking courses to ensure I'd properly care for my lenses. "Always wash your hands before handling your contact lens" amongst other rules. I quickly disobeyed these laws.
Rule number 1: NEVER sleep in your contacts. I slept in mine every night. The disposable lenses that should've been tossed after 1 month were glued to my eyes for a solid 2. Without ever being cleaned. Without my eyes ever getting that "breather" they require. Turns out eyes need oxygen too.
Come 8th grade I decided to try a new lens, a lens that was supposed to be great for people with an astigmatism like me. These were the gas permeable lenses that feel like hard plastic. Sorry, but anything that requires a callous to be built in order to provide comfort is not a good idea. Removing these lenses requires a taut lid and a blink. Hence the people screaming in crowds "Nobody move, I lost my contact!" These bad boys lasted less than a year with me.
Back to the old softies I went! The following years would introduce me to my frequent visitors, the eye infections. Remember all that talk of cleaning your hands and lenses and what not? Turns out it's good advice. I've had medicinal drops as well as a neosporin like gel to rub on my lid... I guess you could say my eyes have been less than healthy.
Prior to today, my most recent trip to the optometrist was 2 years and 3 months ago. I ordered a pair of backup glasses, and I got a new prescription for contacts. I haven't had new contacts since. 1 year and 3 months ago I stopped wearing my right lens. It just kept giving me too many problems. So yes, I've been managing with one lens for over a year now. Dont' ask me how.
My new eye doctor attempted to contact my last doctor to find my prescription. They say unfortunately they don't have any of that information because they never sold me any lenses. Surely, this must be a mistake. I know where I got my most recent pair of contacts and it was definitely from their office. Then my eye doctor says "They told me they never sold you any lenses, they just provided you with a 2-week trial."
WHAT
He then asks "Where exactly have you been buying your lenses?" Uh-oh. It's the disappointment and lecture I've received many times before. Do I tell him the truth or do I find a way to lie and get out of it? Truth. Truth is best. So I explain that I haven't purchased any lenses, I've been wearing the same lenses I received from Dr. Bogus and I swear I had no idea they were trials!
His response? "Why. Why on earth would you do that? Don't you know how bad that is for your eyes?"
How the hell does one wear lenses designed to be trashed after 2 weeks for 2 years?
This is why I swear I'll be blind someday. I'm 23, my eyes get worse each visit I make, and it's obvious I don't know how to care for them.
So we go through the "Which is better, 1 or 2?" nonsense, which always frustratees me. Hell half the time they both look the same. He ends my exam by informing me that he's just not comfortable ordering a prescription without allowing my left eye to "rehabilitate." Apparently wearing that old lens was like crack for my eye and now it's in bad shape.
1 week later I get to make a trip back to do it all over again. Luckily he gave me a new "trial" pair to get me by, so no more 1 lensing it for me. I can see!
Friday, May 05, 2006
Wow. Lookie what we have here....
Call me internet crazy or what have you, but I can't seem to completely cut my ties with these blasted online communities. I still log in to MySpace once a day, although I'm quite proud to be free from its tight grasp, and here I am again, succumbing to the powers of yet another online forum. However, this site has a much different pull to it. I'm intrigued by a life outside of the hustle and bustle of myspace. Where life seems too big, too complex, too shallow. I like the idea of something a bit more personal yet free at the same time. I don't feel censored, or stifled. No one knows I'm here. I'm free to write what I like without fear or worry over who might see it. Slightly more public than an individually addressed email, yet only available to those I invite. Sure, this feature is available with blogs on MySpace as well. But I like the idea of being gone from the site where it's easy to be found. Where too many assumptions are made and speculations pondered. I think I've found my happy medium.
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