Hello world of mysterious blog readers. I've been doing terribly hypocritical things, and feeling better about myself everyday, while simultaneously becoming more and more terrified of the upcoming Jaw surgery. My band keeps putting off practice, but I won't be able to TALK for a week, much less sing... for a long while after the 23rd. I get my surgical hooks on day after tomorrow, then the next day I have pre-operative stuff to do. I don't really know what's going to happen at pre-op??

I'm scared of going under for the surgery. Apparently it's like sleeping, and you don't know when you're out... you just fade into it mysteriously?? Scary shit. I've been having nightmares.

Everytime I talk to someone that shows remote interest in my feelings, I blabber on about the 325346254 reasons and scenarios that scare me shitless about the surgery.

I met a few people yesterday in Davidson. Eli, Ian, and this girl named Kat who we stumbled across at the Summit. All very nice, artistically/musically inclined in some form.

Sims 3 is pretty cool, but it only enhances my creeper qualities (by my creation of people I know).

Not looking forward to Cannon next year with Ben coming back. But no other options that don't terrify me. Like public school.

Driver's ed in a month. Two weeks after surgery, so hopefully I'll be off narcotics by then? Yes, it's true, I'm 16 and have not yet taken driver's ed.

Then two weeks after that I leave for a 3 week paradise-- Writing workshop in Massachusetts!!

Sorry this blog was so sparse and irrelevant, but I've been failing at updates.


Happy Summering!
Love,
Carrie Anne