Friday, May 18, 2001

I was surprised.... Sure just cause I'm a little boy crazy...

Okay sure, I'm little and "cute." Okay fine, my bedroom walls are pink and my favorite colour is baby blue. Okay fine, I have a penchant for squealing and gushing when a new crush calls.

I dunno... what else defines a girly girl?
posted by Erica at 1:11 PM

Thursday, May 17, 2001

It's crazy, cause you'd take a look at the bike parked in my driveway, and you'd think The biggest punk must be visiting Erica. But D is actually one of the sweetest guys I know. He's on the big side (not muscle). He's got glasses and he works at IBM and is studying Biology at the big University. He was raised right. He always walks me to the door, and insists on paying for me, though we're just old friends.

He always treats me with the utmost respect. I suspect he's slightly in awe of girls in general. He went to an all-guys high school and I think I'm one of very few female friends that he has.

One time I got mad at him for cancelling plans on me last minute. Sorta long story - but I had cancelled plans with my parents to see him and then he cancelled on me casually. He didn't realize I was mad til a little later, and then he was so sorry, he was so "Aw shucks" I couldn't help but let my heart melt.

Anyway, he brought me flowers, and I think I like his arrangement best out of all the flowers I've received since coming home because there are roses in it.
posted by Erica at 11:27 PM

Wow, this getting flowers thing is great. Since my surgery, I've received flower arrangements from friends, Guy #1 and even my orthodontist. I love flowers. I've never felt so important before.

I feel like I should have a favourite flower - one of my friends is very fond of gerbers. I've been thinking about it lately (I have time on my hands) and I think I like roses - the classic. I feel so lame cause roses are everyone's favourite. But oh well... until I find something better, roses it is.
posted by Erica at 1:11 AM

Wednesday, May 16, 2001

I can't wait to be all better. When I am, I'm gonna find a job, and probably visit Guy #1 and all my friends back at school.
posted by Erica at 1:19 PM

Tuesday, May 15, 2001

I'm experimenting. I'm listening to classical and jazz music on the radio. Just anything that I don't have to pay too much attention to, or anything without lyrics. Just to get some relief from my own thoughts.
posted by Erica at 12:48 PM

I had orthodontic surgery last Thursday. That's why I haven't been updating.

As I recover, I discover the meaning of the word "uncomfortable" on so many levels.

Uncomfortable is not being able to breathe.
Uncomfortable is seeing your blood, dark and thick, spew out of your mouth.
Uncomfortable is not being able to sleep.
Uncomfortable is not being able to sleep curled up on your side.
Uncomfortable is having your sinuses drain of blood through your nose.
Uncomfortable is losing a lot of weight and being so friggin' cold because insulation is lost.
Uncomfortable is not being able to eat solid foods for at least 2 weeks.
Uncomfortable is being drugged up and weak.

I am so uncomfortable. But it gets better everyday. Everyday is a little less miserable than the next.

I'm grateful to the surgeon for being completely capable. I grateful to the nurses with their infinite patience. I'm grateful to my family for babying me. I'm grateful to all my friends who think of me and send flowers and come to visit. So I'll try to keep my complaining to a minimum and I'll soon be able to appreciate my newly aligned jaws.
posted by Erica at 4:29 AM

You know, things with Guy #1 are going really well. I can tell he cares about me.

He saw me everyday this weekend when he came back into town. I didn't expect or ask him to. He sent me flowers and they're still blooming at this moment. He also e-mails me everyday because he knows that I'm in a gross situation right now.

I think he just may break my record.
posted by Erica at 4:21 AM