Eww

How gross is this? It makes me want to pass out. I just found out I don't get any type of painkiller when they remove them. Just pull and go!

At least I got to wash my arm after Coachella... but my skin flaked off, gross! Another month to go...

Oh, and the X-ray technician accidentally snagged a pin. It sent chills down my spine.

New house?

I can't believe my parents might retire and buy a new house. And by new house, I mean the house my grandfather built. I don't see how my parents wouldn't by this. So many memories. And a flippin' elevator! 

And I absolutely love video chatting with my brothers on our macs!

COACHELLA TOMORROW!

There are two paper clips in my hand

And yes, it hurts. A lot. And no, Vicotin is not working. 

I'm stuck in a cat toy for 2 months

I wish...

• I was left handed
• I drove an automatic
• I could wash my arm during Coachella

I'm happy I have James, Adam, Jason and Jaclyn to take care of me

Mega Ouch

Surgery was a bitch. I think this video very similar to what I have. Which is why it hurt so much if I move at all. It's a pin rubbing against plaster. I have a pin down my pinkie and a pin across my knuckles.

Ouch!

Metacarpal something something

I beat someone up

And now I need to go to the hospital because I broke my hand. 

I wish I was a better photographer

Then I could have a really pretty blog. And capture my pretty life. Which isn't so pretty right now. Except that Eric Dierks just made my day. Props. 

I mean, I could get a fancy camera, but that would be a waste. 

I hope it all works out. With grad school, with TBP, with NI, with roommates, with boyfriend, with everything. This has just not been an outstanding week. Except for my foot. That was a pretty sweet foot. Details will follow.

Hook 'em!

I just realized this is no where on my blog. Hook 'em, horns! Yee haw! Too bad academic incest is frowned upon, or I'd be here for another 2-5 years.

It's so pretty!

It's beautiful outside, but now I'm totally sunburned.

PS I posted this just for Kathryn. And gingers everywhere.

EDIT: The aforementioned sunburn is on my back and shoulders.

I think I know when I'm graduating

People need to stop assuming that I'm graduating on time and then acting so shocked and appalled when I tell them I'm not. I get it. I messed up. I'm not getting out of here in four years. I have to postpone graduate school. I need to get a weird 9-month job now. I won't know anyone in senior design. I'm behind. 

STOP REMINDING ME.