Ouch, My Liver!

You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

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Let's all hope it's not against my religion to post tarot cards on my blog. The card seems to be correct, though. I have excellent intuition, especially (for some reason) when it comes to Jerry. The night he and Matt first broke up, I woke up sweaty (I didn't even know I could sweat... maybe I need to get some excersize) and panicking for no apparent reason. This has happened before, but that night it was really bad. Then I started getting awful, inexplicable pains in my abdomen, and soon I was in the hospital with a gall bladder that apparently doesn't work and a large benign tumor on my liver. I've noticed that life really hurts, physically and emotionally lately. I'm worried about my first big surgery (my only surgery if we don't count my wisdom teeth, but that hurt way too much to not count), and I can't stop hurting about Jerry and Matt's breakup. The doctors and people who have had their gall bladders out tell me that I'll feel a million times better, and won't hurt at all anymore once surgery is over with. I wish there was a surgery I could have that would make me stop hurting about Jerry and Matt.

<3, Holly

Hard Times

I remember a time, after my parents had had a fight when I was a little girl. Afterward, my mom sat my brother and I down and told us not to worry, because she and my dad would never get divorced, and that we would never have to choose between our parents. A few years later, due to a completely unrelated matter, my parents did get divorced, but we were never forced to choose between them, thank God. We both still see both of our parents all the time, and there's never really been a time when we felt like we had to choose one or the other. We've been very lucky.

Jerry and Matt have broken up. Of course, this has nothing to do with my parents' divorce, and it's really nothing like that... except that I have that breathless panicky feeling stuck in my throat like I'm going to have to choose between them. I won't have to do that, of course. I'm sure things are going to be very weird for a while, but I hope we can all somehow still be friends. Jerry is and always will be my best friend, but I've grown close to Matt in the past year, too. I felt like we had something awesome, the three of us, as friends, that had nothing to do with Jerry and Matt's relationship, and I don't want that to go away. If it does, I don't know what I'll do. I'm going to miss our late nights at diners, the fun we had at rehearsals, and being able to call them "my boys." I can't stop crying. I wish I had a big stuffed animal to hug. Why did I give all of those away? Christmas songs are making me tear up, because they got together last year, right before Christmas. Tracey's Christmas party is really going to make me cry, because that's where I met Matt. I just want to wake up and have their breakup have been a stupid nightmare I had. I can't believe how stupid I'm being, getting so upset about this- you'd think it was my breakup! I'm sure they're hurting a lot more than I am, which must really suck, because my heart is broken into tiny shards. Good thing we have a lot of Kleenex stored up from everyone's colds.

Speaking of being sick, I got terribly ill last Saturday night. I threw up for twelve hours straight, and had to go to the emergency room at the hospital. But I didn't just have the flu, as it turned out. A lot of really hot doctors decided to keep me in the hospital for over 24 hours for observation, and, after a lot of really painful tests on my stomach, they figured out that I have a large, benign tumor covering my liver, and that my gall bladder was only functioning 10%. An ultra-oh-my-God-hot surgeon came into my room and informed me that my gall bladder will have to come out, and that they'll be scraping the tumor off my liver while they're in there. I'm now on an awful low-fat diet until I can get an MRI next week. Ew.

Well, I've got a bunch of homework to do, so I guess I'll get back to that. Just wanted to bitch about my problems a bit. It didn't really help, but oh well.

<3, Holly

Dentists Are the Devil

Alright, alright... I finally get why the whole world dreads going to the dentist, and feels that they are the devil. After over twenty years of having absolutely nothing wrong with my teeth... I still had nothing wrong with my teeth. But I was told that my wisdoms would jack up all my other teeth if I didn't get them removed. And so... I did. This was the worst idea ever. It's just that... well, my dentist's office has never steered me wrong before, so I figured, hey, what was the worst that could happen? OH, I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE HORRIBLE, BLOOD-CURDLING PAIN AND VOMITTING FOR A BLOODY WEEK STRAIGHT?! A 7-HOUR TRIP TO THE HOSPITAL?! A WHOLE BAG FULL OF WRONGLY-PRESCRIBED MEDICATION?! ALMOST NO FOOD FOR NEARLY A WEEK?! In the words of Napolean Dynomite, "Gosh, idiot." A week and a day after my surgery, and I'm finally able to eat macaroni and cheese, something I would have been able to eat the day after the ordeal had I been in the hands of a competant medical professional! Dude, let me tell you, if a 90-year-old man ever comes near you with surgical dental tools, tell him to get the crap out of your face before you stick him in an old folks home with nothing to eat but pudding, which is what I pretty much did all week. And let me tell you, sitting on your arse for seven whole days eating butterscotch pudding and watching five billion DVDs is not nearly as much fun as it sounds. Now that I can feel something other than excrutiating pain, I think I'll eat some pizza (oh, you just watch me chew it! ...Really slowly and carefully) and go to bed.

ENFP Spells Holly

Ew. I don't feel good today. My stomach hurts, I seem to have a bit of a cold and there's a spider on the floor in the kitchen, so I can't get any Pepto Bismol from there. *Cries* Dude, Mike got a job. Yes, my step-dad, Mike. He got a job. A real one! And he actually gets a pay check and such. *Shakes head in wonder* I can't believe it. Mike is now Mr. AT&T, so he goes around to people's houses and tries his darndest to sell them on AT&T. Yesterday was his first day on the job. At one house, an old woman answered her door, informed him that he "Sure looks good," and promptly informed him that she didn't like AT&T, then slammed the door on him. I'd say it's going well. *Nods happily and gives a thumbs up*

I have a class called Career Exploration where we take surveys and basically waste an hour of everyone's day. A couple weeks ago, we took a survey called the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. The test informed me that I belong to a group of folks called "ENFP", which means that I am "Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling and Perceiving." This is what that says about me: "Warmly enthusiastic and imaginative. See life as full of possibilities. Make connections between events and information very quickly, and confidently proceed based on the patterns they see. Want a lot of affirmation from others, and readily give appreciation and support. Spontaneous and flexible, often rely on their ability to improvise and their verbal fluency." Then it proceeded to give me a list of jobs that I'd be good at. I like the idea of Playwright or Screenwriter. I could be like Colin Hanks in Orange County. Anyway, so my new major is Creative Writing.



I muchly enjoy Theatre Practice. The other day, I realized that I sound a lot like the Band Camp Girl from American Pie when I talk about it. I'm all, "And this one time, at theatre practice, Kyle was doing his monolouge, and he kept saying, 'No, no, no, DAMMIT!' and it was so funny!" Yeah... I'm a nerd. But then there was this one time, at theatre practice last week, and Zach went with me. I did my monologue for an hour and everyone says I need to act more bitter and angry, so I've been observing divorcees. 'Tis amazing. I went to my cousin Allison's play a couple weeks ago, and their play (Charlotte's Web) makes ours (The Elvis Monologues) look like Cruel Intentions and their look like Sesame Street. So... yeah. I'm sorry, but ours is better. *Sticks tongue out at them*

Mike has recently developed the idea that I'm going to convert from Christianity to Paganism since I'm so into Harry Potter. He heard this dude on the radio say that a girl killed herself because she read Harry Potter, and then she looked up Divination on the web, and apparently, her horoscope or something told her she should kill herself. I couldn't even begin to tell him what was wrong with that. He told my mom, "Wendy, I'm worried that Holly's going to do something like that!" Yeah, thanks for giving me so much credit, Mike. Besides, Harry Potter doesn't promote Divination or anything, it basically makes fun of it! Geez... stupid people. So... *HUGS FOR EVERYONE except for you nutcases who think Harry Potter is evil*

I apologize if I haven't noted you back yet, but I'm still grounded from the computer and it's rather hard to get on here. But I will note you all as soon as possible. Thanks!

--Holly :-D

The Hot Chocolate Theory

It is my belief that hot chocolate heals all wounds... well, you know, except for those external wounds. If you have those, I would advise you to get some Harry Potter band-aids and Neosporin immediately. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, Chris Rock's dad might think that Robitussen is the only medicine to use, but I think hot chocolate is.

My Hot Chocolate Theory started way back in the year of 19 and 99. My brother, Zach, and my best friend, Sarah, had started dating at the beginning of that year. Now, these two crazy kids didn't seem to go together at all. They were like vinegar and water, fire and ice, Ron and Hermione. They would make out, fight, make out, fight, day in and day out. And every weekend, my mom, Zach's best friend, Bobby and I would all have to put up with Sarah and Zach's fighting.

Well, one day, I just got tired of it. I wasn't sure I liked Zach and Sarah's makeout sessions any better than their fighting, but I was going to put a stop to one of 'em! Since I didn't know how to stop the makeout sessions, I decided to work on stopping the fighting. In the midst of one of Zach and Sarah's fights, I asked them both to come out to the living room, and I made them each a mug of hot chocolate. Once they were both well into their hot chocolate, I acted as Relationship Counceler, talking out their problems with them. This always seemed to help, right up until the day that Sarah and Zach broke up for good last year.

I'd forgotten about The Hot Chocolate Theory until last night, when I had a terrible migrain. I was watching Grumpier Old Men on TV with my dad. It was very cold in the family room, and the afghan my grandma made for the baby version of myself, wasn't helping much. After taking a Zomig (a migrain pill), I made myself some hot chocolate to help the fact that it was frickin' freezing in here, Mr. Biggelsworth. My dad went to bed, Zach went to work, and My Girl 2 magically appeared on the TV. The first mug of hot chocolate had really helped, so I made another one. The combined effect of the hot chocolate and the awesomely sentimental movie gave me feel very warm and at peace with the world. So, I'm glad I remembered The Hot Chocolate Theory. Everyone must try this, it works wonders.

Say, you know what? To completely change the subject, I just realized something. I'm totally paranoid! As some of you may know, I am grounded from the computer for the month of October, yet here I am, typing away while my dad's at work. Well, I keep hearing car doors, and every time I do, I peer anxiously out the window, afraid that it's my dad. He doesn't even get home until 5:00 or later, but I keep thinking, What if he came home early in some sadistic plot to catch me on the computer? He knows! Dear God, he KNOWS! Okay, folks. I have officially flipped out. I'd better go before I make everyone else paranoid. So... ta!

--Paranoid Android,
Holly Rachael

This Lettuce is ROTTON!

Heh. That commercial's funny. Well, guess what I did last night? I was getting in the shower, but on the way in, I banged my toe really hard on the side of the tub. I refrained from shouting numerous obscenities, but just barely. I went ahead and took my shower, depite the fact that my toe felt like it was on fire. When I got out of the shower, and was putting on my PJs, I noticed that my toenail had a crack right through the middle of it, and that my whole toe was bleeding quite badly.

Once I had my PJs on, I went to the family room to tell my dad about my toe. The toenail was still hanging on the skin by like | | this much. It really hurt, and Dad said it would feel better if we got the pressure of the remaining nail off of my toe. He suggested heating up a paper clip with a lighter, then drilling through the toenail. Being the undeniable wuss that I am, I called my mom and grandma to see if they had any other solutions that didn't sound quite so painful. They didn't.

After racking my brain for a less painful idea, I finally let my dad try his hot paperclip trick. He heated the paperclip with a lighter for like, 2 minutes. I was like, "Whoa, that looks like it could really burn me if it touched my skin," but my dad said he would make sure it didn't touch my skin, and promised that it wouldn't hurt at all.

He was wrong. He pushed the paperclip against my nail for what seemed like forever, with me wincing for all I was worth, then I made him stop. All he'd managed to do was burn a tiny hole in my toenail, and now it hurt even more than it had in the beginning. So, I popped Orange County (my 5th favorite movie) in the DVD player, and tried to get my mind off of my toenail. It worked for a while, but by the time Jack Black had said, "She was like, 'I hate my job, I'm gonna burn this mother down!'", I was in way too much pain. I had my dad get me the nail clippers, and I went through a very slow, agonizing ordeal as I ever-so-carefully cut the remainder of my nail off.

Ouch. Oh yes, and today, Dad and I went to see this movie called The Good Girl with Jennifer Aniston. It sucked, don't go to see it! It was about as bad as the frickin' Talented Mr. Ripley! And that's very bad. *Hugs all around*

--Holly Rachael :-D

I Had a Smile on My Face & I Sat Up Straight

Today, my dad and I worked on math together in preparation for the G.E.D. test I'll be taking on Friday. My sunburn is peeling muchly, but the swelling in my eyelids has lessened considerably, so that's good. I think I scared the people at Fazoli's with my second-degree sunburn, though.

Since nothing very exciting happened today (except that I got to read more of Mondie's AWESOME Newsies fan fic), I'm going to post some lyrics that remind me very much of how I felt in high school. This song mainly reminds me of how things were the year I started at Carman-Ainsworth.

"Unwanted"By Avril Lavigne


All they did was walk over
Start off by shaking your hands
That's how it went
I had a smile on my face and I sat up straight
Oh, yeah, yeah
I wanted to know you
I wanted to show you

[chorus]
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You don't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me out
Make me go away

No, I just don't understand why
you won't talk to me
It hurts that I'm so unwanted for nothing
Don't talk words against me
I wanted to know you
I wanted to show you

[chorus]
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You don't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me out
Make me go away
Make me go away

I tried to belong
It didn't seem wrong
My head aches
It's been so long
I'll write this song
That's what it takes

[chorus x2]
Make me go away
Make me go away

--Holly Rachael :-D

I'm Blind!

Time: 4:24 P.M.
I'm Wearing: Blue "South Bark" shirt with jeans.
My Hair Is: Back in a ponytail.
I Last Ate: Whole wheat pancakes @ Mom's house.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "One Last Breath"--Creed
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So, I got this terrible sunburn at Cedar Point on Thursday, because I totally forgot to wear any sunscreen, and I have a sun allergy. Well, last night, my eyelids started to swell up really bad. I woke up this morning, and couldn't open my eyes hardly at all!

I have these little slits for eyes now. My dad took me to emergency, and the doctor said I have second degree burns on my face, and that my forehead is burned so bad that it's drooping... right over my eyes. Plus, my eyes are really swoolen. My cat rubbed up against my arm yesterday, and I was like, "Owwwww!" This is a bad sunburn, folks. I'm using aloe vera, this moisturizing stuff, and I'm taking Aspirin.

AAAAH, I can't see! Oh, hello, doggie. *Pets wasp*. Oh yes, I must mention that Allison and I have decided to join the Flint Community Players together, despite the fact that she has singing talent, and I have none. Welllllll... so, here's a survey.

Stolen From: .:.stellar.:.

Favorite Fruit: Strawberries

Favorite Cereal: Peanut Butter Crunch

Favorite Drink: Vanilla soy milk

Favorite Ice Cream: Superman and strawberry sorbet.

Favorite Type of Chocolate: White chocolate

Favorite Type of Muffin: Cappuccino

Favorite Thing to Put on Your Pancakes: Strawberry syrup with stawberries.

Favorite Color: Pink

Favorite Nail Polish Color: This purplish pink color I'm wearing. It's Carrie's. Shhh!

Favorite Candle Scent: Honeydew

Favorite Pen Color: Uh... blue.

Favorite Clothing Color: Pink

Favorite Color for Walls in a Room: I'm going to paint my room at Mom's house pink, and my room at Dad's house blue.

Favorite Hair Color: Strawberry blonde

Favorite Eye Color: Green

Favorite Movie: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Favorite Actress: Erin Hershey (Alison on Port Charles)

Favorite Actor: Brian Gaskill (Rafe on Port Charles)

Favorite Music Video: "Freakin' Friends" by Mystik Spiral

Favorite TV Channel: Cartoon Network

Favorite TV Show: Port Charles

Favorite Cartoon: Daria, Johnny Bravo and The Powerpuff Girls

Favorite School Subject: Writing lab and screenplay writing

Favorite Name for a Boy: Carson Scott

Favorite Name for a Girl: Autumn Kate, Ivy Heather and Maycee Avril

Favorite Room in the House: I like the living room and the family room equally.

Favorite Place to go to for a Vacation: Las Vegas (I'm goin' back on August 10th! WOOOOO HOOOO!)

Favorite Country: The good ol' U. S. of A.

Favorite City: Flint, MI; Las Vegas, NV; Orlando, FL

Favorite Thing in Your Room: The Harry Potter books. But they get moved around a lot.

Favorite Thing in Your House: The computer

Favorite Quote from a Song: "It sounds ridiculous, but when you leave a room, there's a part of me that just wants to follow you too."--"I Miss You"--Darren Hayes

Favorite Day of the Week: Sunday

Favorite Holiday: Christmas

Favorite Time of the Day: Right around 10:00 P.M.

Favorite Time to Shower: At night

Favorite Feeling: Inspiration

Favorite Emotion: Loved

Favorite Thing to do when You're Bored: Break out the mushiest Harry Potter (Harry/Hermione) fan fic I can find.

Favorite Thing to do when You're Mad: Listen to Lifehouse and Amy Grant until I calm down.

Favorite Thing to do when You're Hyper: Sing the entire score of Newsies.

Favorite Type of Accent: British!

Favorite Store: Meijers

Favorite Place to Hang Out: Home

Favorite Talk Show: Late Night With Conan O'Brien, The Late Show With David Letterman and Space Ghost Coast to Coast.

Favorite Type/Brand of Cigarettes: No smoking for me, thanks.

Favorite Thing to Dream About: It's always fun when I dream that I'm in the Harry Potter books.

Favorite Person to Laugh at: Zachary

Favorite Friend: They're all simply mah-velous!

--Holly Rachael :-D

For This Test, Your Hair Must Suck

Time: 5:00 P.M.
I'm Wearing: Mauve Amy Grant shirt, jean shorts and tennies.
I Last Ate: A veggie dog with mustard.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "Good Morning Beautiful" by Steve Holy.
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Well, yesterday wasn't much fun. I had two medical tests in one day, which is never a good thing. I had to stay up for 24 hours prior to the first test, so that sucked.

The first test was an E.E.G., which I've had before, but it isn't very exciting. I had to sit there and do nothing but state at a TV screen for 45 minutes. Sure, I'm used to stating at a TV screen for that amount of time, but the only thing on the screen was a black and white checkerboard pattern. *Blinks*, Yeah. It's not exactly The Simpsons, so I just about fell asleep.

The next test was at 10 P.M. for some reason. It was an M.R.I., which I've also had before, but not since 4th grade. The requirements for this test were as follows: Hair must be completely clean (no gel, mousse, grease, or similar products), all metal jewelery must be removed, no ponytail holders or barettes.

I went to the M.R.I. with my brother, and we had to sit in a waiting room that smelled like cigarette smoke for an hour before I even went in. I couldn't even concentrate on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (my favorite book), that's how bad my asthma got. When I went in, they had me put my watch, purse and book into a locker (?) and go into this Dexter's Lab-lookin' room where this guy put me in an uncomfortable tube thing where both my arms fell asleep, and so did I.

Wow. What an exciting day. Today, as soon as I got up, Zach and I had to go to the dentist, where I learned that I have the beginnings of gingivitis. I've never had any problem with my teeth before in my life, so that was just greeeeeeat to find out.

Welp... I'm going to go out to eat w/ my family and see if I can chew food now that the hygentist has loosened all of my teeth with her freakin' floss.

--Holly Rachael :-D

Father's Day Illness

Time: 6:48 P.M.
I'm Wearing: Glittery black "Diva" tank top w/ denim overshirt, jeans and flip-flops.
I Last Ate: Vegetable Harvest Dinner @ Bob Evans.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "The World Will Know"--The Newsies!
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Well, poop. I was too sick to go to the open houses I'd planned to attend on Saturday. I stayed home and flipped between The Mummy and The Matchmaker instead. Reeeeal exciting.

I was still really sick when I woke up on Sunday morning, so I couldn't go to church. I didn't think I'd be able to go to the Father's Day bash at Grandma Z.'s house either, but I got a little better, and I made it. It would have been bad to not spend Father's Day with my dad, plus I love hanging out with my extended family. Zach and I got my dad a Red Wings polo-type shirt, which... he actually bought, and we paid him back for (how wrong was that of us?).

It was really hot at my grandparents' house, and they wouldn't turn on the air for some reason, so we all went outside to sit on the front porch and talk. My poor cousin, Lindsay cried because her boyfriend cheated on her with her friend, and she still has to see him everyday 'cause he lives in the apartment above her's. But all in all, I think we all had a good time (even Lindsay). We broke out old home videos of us kids when we were little, which gave us all a laugh.

I went to the neurologist today to see what's up with these stupid leg spasms I've been having for the past 5 years or so. He made me strip down to my bra and undies, then wait there for 2 hours in a very cold room. I think the plan was to either bore me to death, or freeze me to death. Something that involved death, anyway. He didn't even tell me much, except that I have to come back tomorrow morning after NOT EATING FOR 12 FREAKING HOURS and get some blood drawn. GAH! HOW WILL I EVER SURVIVE? *Cries*. Then I've gotta get a cat scan, an E.E.G. and some other ridiculous-sounding test I don't wish to take.

Well, I've gotta go, work on math with my dad since I'm taking my G.E.D. test Friday. *Hyperventilates*.

--Holly Rachael :-0

An Outing With Carrie's Baby

Time: 6:36 P.M.
I'm Wearing: A white Myrtle Beach T-shirt and jeans.
I Last Ate: Pizza special w/o cheese @ Ruggero's.
Holly's Song Pick of the Day: "Imaigne/Sing the Wondrous Love of Jesus" by Amy Grant.
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I spent the night at my mom's last night. Mom's new Amy Grant hymns CD came, along with the bonus DVD, showing how they made the CD. We *love* it, it's awesome stuff. Hymns are so much fun, and Amy rocks!

Today I went to the doctor 'cause my ears were hurting, and it turns out that I have a sinus infection. Grrugh. Then Mom and I went to Circuit City and Meijers. I must say, it's jolly good fun to go grocery shopping with my mom. She lets ya get *anything* you want! She's such a sweetheart.

We got back home from Meijers, and my grandparents and Carrie were over. The moment I walked in the door, I saw this baby carriage on the floor... with a baby in it! I was like, "Aw, a *baby*! Is Carrie babysitting or something?" It was a child development class baby! I thought it was real! I felt stupid. But then we all went out to eat at Ruggero's, and I didn't feel so stupid anymore... All these old people were glaring at Carrie like, "She's swinging that baby around! Child abuse!" Heheheh. This little girl came up and was like, "Can I touch your baby?" Heheheh. Oh, man...

Alrighty, well, I'm gonna try and find a survey now. Goo-bye!

--Holly Rachael :-D

Thank God

I called Mike's hospital room a few hours ago, and talked to my mom. There's some really good news and pretty bad news.

The good news is that Mike's fever was nonexistent today. He said he felt better today, although still sick, and he's been able to keep down solid foods, and even a little liquid.

The bad news is, it's confirmed that Mike has hepatitis. He also has a few little gull stones, and he's got pneumonia. On top of all that, the doctors still say that Mike is a puzzlement to them. He has some other illness that's making him feel this bad, and they just can't figure out what it could be.

The other day, Mike told my mom, "I feel like just checking out." She said, "You can't check out yet, honey, the doctor said you have to stay in the hospital for at least another week." Mike replied, "No, I mean, I feel like *checking out*." Apparently, he told Carrie (his daughter and my step sister) something along those lines too, and it really bothered her. It really bothers all of us to hear him talk like that... especially my mom, I think.

It's my guess that Mike will be a little more confident that he's going to make it from here on out because of how he's feeling today. I really think he's going to be okay. I want to thank everyone who prayed for him; I believe it really helped, and is still helping.

--Holly Rachael :-)

Ugh... Sickness = Not Fun

Time: 4:04 P.M.

I'm wearing: My purple Planet Hollywood: Disney World T-shirt and jeans.

I last ate: Frosted flakes with soy milk.

Holly's Song Pick For Today: "Calling in Sick" by "Weird Al" Yankovic.

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I seem to have developed a cold. This is not cool. I was supposed to go to my therapist at 5:00 today, but there's one tiny setback: I CAN'T TALK TO HER WHEN I'VE LOST MY VOICE! *Cries*.

Yes, so my throat is killing me and it hurts to drink anything, my ears hurt and I've run out of eardrops, and I can't even talk about it because my voice is gone! I feel sort of like The Little Mermaid when she was trying to mime stuff to Eric, 'cause Ursula took her voice.

Mike's condition has not improved, except that his fever broke last night. The doctors at the hospital still can't figure out what's wrong with him, but he does have some tiny little gull stones. He's so sick, he thinks he's going to die. And we don't know if he *is* going to die or not, because the doctors don't know what's the matter. Poor Mike... My entire church is praying for him, and so is my entire family. I'd like to ask my readers to pray for him as well, please. It's scary to see Mike without a sense of humor.

Okay... well, I'm gonna go, play The Sims. Bye.

--Holly Rachael :-(

No More Cast For Me!

Time: 11:31 P.M.
I'm wearing: Blue Old Navy T-shirt, jeans, and a WALKING cast, for a change.
I last ate: A chik patti (veggie chicken) sandwich.
Holly's Song Pick For Today: "Why" by 98 Degrees.
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I went to the hottie orthopedic doctor the day before yesterday to get my cast taken off. Good Lord, do you know what they use to take the cast off?! This... round... chainsaw thing! I was like, "AAAAAAH!" when I saw it. However, he cut through most of my cast without cutting my leg.

But then he's like, "Ah, crap, the saw didn't get the whole cast off." So he took a rather large pair of scissors and started cutting the rest of my cast off. In the process, he cut my leg in two different places! I swear, the cuts are this big: ------------------------- and ---------. Ridiculous, right? Ouch.

Anyway, when the hottie (key word being "hottie") orthopedic doctor successfully got the cast off of my leg, I noticed that my leg was all gross and hairy. EEEEEEEEW! I mean, of course it was going to be hairy, there had been a cast on my leg for 5 weeks! But... ugh. I can't believe the hottie doctor saw that. How embarrassing.

So, the nurse took me into the X-ray room and checked out my ankle bone. She said it's doing fine, and it should be healed up soon. Then the hot doctor put a walking cast on my leg, and it's really comfortable. IT feels like a really comfy, cushy boot. I can walk really easily on it, too. That rocks, because my dad's getting us tickets to Cedar Point this summer, and I'll be able to walk around the place now.

I immediately went home and shaved my leg. I hope I never have to get another cast on my leg (or anywhere, for that matter), 'cause that was gross. Plus it hurt. Alright see ya!

--Holly Rachael :-D

Ah, the Joy of Online Quizzes

Time: 3:59 P.M.
I'm wearing: My "United We Stand" shirt with the glittery flag on it, jean capris and the freaking cast.
I last ate: Corn flakes with soy milk and bananas for breakfast.
Song that's in my head: "How Do I Deal?" by Jennifer Love Hewitt.
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So, I went to my therapist appointment last night, and I told her I've been having trouble sleeping because of... well, troubles and worries I'd rather not mention. Turns out, I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder, to add to all my wondermous problems. Woo hoo.

Zach's going out on a *date* Friday night! He's going out with mine and Sarah's friend, Samantha! Nift-ay, eh? Do you think it's bad that my brother is dating one of my friends again? Heh. Nah, I'm pretty confident that it'll work out great. Anyway, my mom called last night and told me that Friday night we were all going out to eat for her birthday and my grandparents' anniversary! Uh-oh. So, Mom suggested that Zach bring Samantha along with us. But that's supposed to be their date time... I don't know. We'll figure somethin' out.

Look! I put a new online quiz result on my diary! Huzzah!

Alrighty, I'm gonna, go write commentary on my favorite Daria fan fictions. Later!

--Holly Rachael :-D

Orthopedic Doctors Are Hot

Time: 3:14 P.M.
I'm wearing: My blue Luxor, Las Vegas shirt, black capris, and still this stupid cast.
I last ate: Cheeseless pizza, breadsticks and salad at Pizza Hut for lunch.
Song that's in my head: "Alive" by P.O.D.
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I just got back from the orthopedic doctors office, so they could check on my broken ankle, and see if I'd abused it in any way. The nurse smelled like peaches, and the assistant orthopedic doctor was pretty dang hot. So was the actual orthopedic doctor. I've gotta break my ankle more often, rrrrrrrrowwwwrrrrr...

Dude, Once & Again was so good last night! Grace and her teacher were all into each other. That was fun while it lasted, but those lousy people who are in charge of the school broke them up. I cried for like, 20 minutes. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE CANCELING ONCE & AGAIN! THAT'S ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS ON! THOSE FREAKING TV PEOPLE! AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!

I've gotta go, see my therapist at 5:30. She's not hot like my orthopedic doctor, but at least she'll fix my brain. A little. Hopefully.

Whoa, did you see The Bachelor last night? That show is awesome, but I was telling my grandma that I'd like it better if the show were fiction. So Grandma said, "Well, Holly, you're a writer. Write a fiction version." So now I'm writing the Harry Potter version of The Bachelor. It's really fun to write. Hey, quit laughing at me!

My dad just got a new car. His friend told him he wasn't going to pick any chicks up in his blue 1998 Buick LeSabre, so he got a silver 2002 LS Impala. Dad gave Zach the LeSabre, and now I get Zach's piece of junk blue '89 Cutless Supreme. Oh well. At least it's a car.

Well, I think I'm going to go, play the Sims or something. Later!

--Holly Rachael :-D




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"Now, what would a creeply old one-legged sea captain do?"--Johnny Bravo

Wheelin' Around

Time: 1:25
I'm wearing: My Old Navy T-shirt, jeans, a new purple tennis shoe on my right foot, and my cast on my left.
I last ate: Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with soy milk to dunk for breakfast.
Song that's in my head: That love medley song from Moulin Rouge.
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Well, I've been wheelin' around pretty well in my wheel chair, if I do say so myself. I went to the potluck at church on Wednesday, and got a bunch of people to sign my cast. I love the people at my church. They're all so sweet.

My best friend, Sarah, and her very nice boyfriend, Justin came over to visit me yesterday. Sarah, being the sweetheart she is, got me an Anne Geddes (sp?) bunny baby. It's so cute! Oh man! And on the way over, they got into a car accident! It wasn't *too* bad, 'cause nobody really got hurt or anything, but Sarah and Justin were still pretty shaken up about it. Sarah was crying, and Justin was visibly shaking. Poor kids... Ooh! And Justin sort of unofficially proposed to Sarah! I'm so excited for them.

My grandparents have been really great all week long, taking care of me. They've been helping me wheel into the bathroom, wash my hair in the sink, loading me in and out of the car... Those two are like angels on Earth. My mom has been really great, too, of course (as usual). And my dad and brother have been totally awesome, although I think Zach needs to stay away from the wheel chair. The dude ran me right into a table at church the other day!

My dad keeps trying to get me to use my crutches, which is probably a good idea, but I think I should stick to my wheel chair while I'm waiting for my right foot to heal up a little more. Dad says he thinks we might be able to get out to the movies today. I've got a big dose of cabin fever goin' on, so that'd be great if we can manage it.

Alrighty, later!

--Holly Rachael :-D

I Broke My Freakin' Ankles!

Time: 8:27 P.M.
I'm wearing: My "Give a Damn-- Go Vegetarian" shirt, black pants and a big cast on my leg.
I last ate: Square pizza from Little Caeser's.
Song that's in my head: "Hands Clean" by Alannis Morrisette.
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On Monday evening, I was carrying groceries into my mom's house when I noticed that Mom had left the door open. Suddenly, my indoor cat, Daria, ran outside, so I chased after her. My mom's yard is full of tree stumps and holes (thanks to the idiotic previous owners of the house). I tripped over a tree stump, caught my left foot in a hole, and promptly twisted both ankles around. I heard my left foot make a loud "CRACK... CRACK!" and I knew I had broken it. My right leg felt broken, too.

I screamed and cried at the top of my lungs. While I lay there in the front yard, my step dad and mom kept trying to catch Daria. Finally, they came over to me and asked what had happened. I cried, "I BROKE BOTH OF MY ANKLES! AAAAAAAAAAAH!" I couldn't stand up and, being quite a fat person, they couldn't very well pick me up and carry me into the house. We eventually decided that I was going to have to crawl into the house on my hands and knees. Gravel got stuck in my palms, and my knees got almost as bruised up as my ankles, but I finally managed to make it into the house.

We weren't sure how they were going to load me into the car to get to the hospital, so I figured I'd sleep on it, and see if my ankles felt better in the morning. Morning came, and no relief came. My step grandma and step great grandma, step sister, brother, and regular grandparents came over and made it clear that I was kind of a moron to have not gone to the hospital the previous night.

With a lot of difficulty, everyone helped me into my brother's car, and I went to the emergency room. They took some painful X-rays there, and a really hot doctor told me I had broken my left ankle in two places, and sprained the right one. So now I'm in a cast, and my church lent me a wheel chair until I can use the crutches the doctor had given me.

So, I'm going to be in a cast for two months. I'll leave now, and simply say, "OOWWWWWWWWWW!" because I've gotta get back to my grandma's house. Bye!

--Holly Rachael :-O

Ow, My FEEEEEEEET!

Time: 9:29 P.M.
I'm wearing: My blue V-neck sweater and jeans.
I last ate: Some candy that I bought from Lawren.
Song that's in my head: The James Bond theme music, as that's what Dad's got on TV in the family room.
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Good LORD, my feet hurt all the time lately! I don't know what the deal is! My brother thinks that my shoes are too high, but I've been wearing five or six-inch heels since fifth grade, and they've never bothered me before. Ouch... See, I'd get some new tennis shoes so that I could walk around comfortably, but it seems that every shoe store I used to go to no longer carries my size, 11. It's RIDICULOUS! I wonder if I could order some out of a catalog or something...

You know what absolutely rocks? This web site: collegeuniv.com. It's this online show... I mean, a cartoon show. It's every bit as hilarious as The Simpsons and the Family Guy. It's just online instead of on TV! Zach's friends, Nick and Chris (the identical twins) told him about it, and I think it's the coolest thing since sliced bread. Everyone must check it out, or I'll hunt them down and make them eat crab colosh.

--Holly Rachael :-D

"Sorry, I can't hear ya. I'm much taller and stronger than you are."--Johnny Bravo

Dad's Birthday and Zach and Tracey's Near Breakup

Time: 3:24 P.M.
I'm wearing: A comfy multi-colored sweater and tie-up jeans.
I last ate: A banana.
Song that's in my head: "Tomorrow Night" from the South Park movie. Zach's got it on in the family room.
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Yesterday was my dad's birthday, so Zach and I got him a book he wanted called The Testosterone Advantage (some health book for guys) along with a big pack of Reeses (nice combination, no?). The cake was just too tempting, so yesterday, I majorly cheated on my diet. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if my diet took me to divorce court right now, that's how much I cheated on it. Yup, it was bad.

A few hours after I went to bed last night, I woke up with horrible, painful leg spasms (I have Restless Leg Syndrome) and stomache cramps, so I was awake for a good portion of the night. I figured, no big deal, I'll just sleep during the day. My brother works third shift, so I thought he'd be asleep in the A.M. like usual. I was wrong.

As soon as I got back to sleep, around 10:00 A.M., I abruptly woke up to the sound of Tracey yelling at Zach. She was mad because he said he'd be up early to take her out to breakfast, or something. Well, he didn't apologize or anything, so she started to leave, but then she came back in, and they screamed at each other for another hour or so. I was so tired, I couldn't stand it, and I actually sort of *wanted* them to break up just so I could go back to sleep.

Within the next half hour, they were laughing at something Zach had found online. Their relationship was obviously still intact. I couldn't say the same for any chance I might still get for sleep, though. I was wide awake, and a bit angry, so I decided to give it up, and get ready for the day. As soon as I got out of bed, of course, Zach and Tracey announced that they were leaving for lunch. Ugh! Why couldn't they have fought once they had *left*?! Man... Oh well.

Hoping for a full night's sleep tonight,
Holly Rachael :-D