"It was like the Manifest Destiny all over again, except instead of taking and consuming everything in their paths for God, they did so with the same fervor and sense of entitlement for their new god....themselves."




I found my Five Iron Frenzy CD today, "The End Is Near". I forgot how great it is. That's about it, I don't have much else to say, except everyone should have that CD because it's so amazing.

"I get angry,
When you're around, when you're around.
I get nasty,
When you're around, when you're around."
-Say Anything


Summer's quickly approaching, and I keep seeing them. It's not that I'm morally opposed to them, I just feel I have to say this: Rainbows are not the only kind of sandals. And yet, at my school, and places where there are people like the ones at my school, in order to have high status for your summer wardrobe, you have to have Rainbows.


And maybe some of the Rainbow wearers are just that enthusiastic about them. I mean, they do look like a comfortable shoe. Not that I've ever had a pair. But I think just as many people aren't as enthusiastic about the comfort and the superior craftmanship that warrants paying $50 a pair as they are eager to show that they (or their parents, as is most often the case) can pay $50 for them. Or maybe it's that cool factor that surfers wear them, and with their laid back attitudes and appearance, that culture has always been pretty groovy, though some I'm sure have a lot of maintenance involved to look like they don't care.


All I know is, wearing Rainbow sandals do not make you an awesome person, or superior to anyone, so as long as you can get that straight, wear Rainbows to your hearts delight.

Of all the heinous experiences I've had, gastroenteritis definitely makes it to the top of the list. A week and a half ago, It was a normal Wednesday night, and though my stomach hurt a little, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, since I've always had a weird digestive system. I went to bed at about 11 assuming it would go away by morning.

WRONG!

At 2 in the morning I wake up nauseous and with excruciating pains in my stomach, coming in waves. By 3:15 I had apparently gotten loud enough for my dad to hear me. We went to the hospital, and as soon as I got out of the car and walked into the lobby I started throwing up in a tea pitcher. So my dad went in and gave them my information while I was kneeling on the floor retching the remainder of my delicious ham and cheese Zero's sub, which I will never eat again by the way. They got me into a room fairly quickly, but started asking me endless irrelevant questions, including inquiring into my sexual activity. Meanwhile, my stomach pain has only gotten worse, and I was by that time writhing in agony while the nurse threatened to give me a catheter if I didn't pee. Maybe 30 minutes after the nurse leaves, the doctor comes in. He also begins to ask me once again if I am sexually active while I'm leaning over throwing up once again, showing off my naked backside to anyone who happened by my room. Oh, the joys of hospital gowns. Of course, this didn't make me very happy to answer the same questions I had answered a mere 30 minutes ago, as if the answer had changed since then. Is that what you thought I was yelling for, doctor? Anyway, probably another 30 minutes after he leaves, a blessed angel of the Lord dressed as a nurse comes in and administers anti-nausea medicine, and the winner, morphine. I can't really say that I know what happened after that, but some male nurse that came in later said that my intestines and the lining of my stomach were inflamed, and after I got better I should probably go see a gastroenterologist. So maybe I should do that sometime soon.


So overall, not that fun a night, but I have my AP government exam Monday, so Sunday may turn out to be worse.