I don't know why I did this. Sometimes I do things when I'm bored, and then I become so embarrassed for doing them that I repress it...and months later I realize what I'd done and I turn even more red and I say to myself..."why in the world did you do that"...and I never learn. But that's okay, I didn't want to stop writing out stuff like I seem to be about to do with my inconsistent livejournal efforts...but theres something about it that I want to free myself from. Maybe I have too many old memories there, and I need to start new. Who knows, all I know is that I'm here. And its more likely that noone will read this one..so its more of a self reflection than an I wonder who knows whats going on in my life today.


My dad's surgery went well. They were wrong yet again...it wasn't what they thought it was, it was just some tumor or fatty growth from the trauma, not a muscle something or another. And so he came out fine and it should only take 5ish weeks for him to heal instead of 10-12. But he can't move his arm now, and its really hard to get the pillow and the ice under it without hurting him.