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I hate doctors. I hate dentists. They give me dry mouth. Or lock jaw, in the case of the latter. =_= So if any of you people are aspiring doctors or dentists, STAY AWAY! I love you, but STAY AWAY! So today I angsted over going to the health center and getting Plan B... and if you don't know what it is, don't ask, don't bother... if you do know, just smile and nod. I don't need vehement reactions one way or the other.
Scott's a doll. If I haven't mentioned that before, I shall now. Admittedly, he seems scarily different from me at times, but other times, he's just a wonder to be around. He had no reason to really be with me at the health center, other than the irrefutable fact that he is "50% responsible, too." And as embarrassing as it was (for me to have HIM there, oddly enough. He himself was not embarrassed to be there, but the fact that he'd been there so many times and was "used to it" hardly made me feel better), once it was over, it was OVER! Sort of. There was a bit of drama as we walked back to his car (he offered to give me a ride home, even though he was supposed to be in class... again, he's a total sweetie), because I pretty much said flat out, if things DIDN'T go as we expected/hoped, I wouldn't crush his hopes or dreams or anything by telling him he had to be responsible for... well, THAT.
Besides, I don't want it [right now? Ever?] anymore than he does/did. Anyway, it ended up making me more than a tad bit emotional (I'm so good at bottling it up) and him again, very sweet. He said I was very special to him, and he cared about me a lot, and he didn't want to see me upset or pressured for something that was for the both of us. So despite being embarrassed or whatever, it was what I needed to hear, and I was glad. It's nice to know that for once, I'm involved with a guy that cares (and I don't count Joe, because we never took that step).
And I really guess we are "involved." That kind of came up this past weekend, and I asked him "So what are we?" in so many words. He's kind of unused to calling himself my boyfriend, or me his girlfriend, since it's been "that long" (I guess), but... well, I'm not dodging around that with anyone that asks anymore. As far as my grandparents are concerned, Scott and I are boyfriend and girlfriend, and I'm fine with that designation. Or "dating." Whatever.
Scott and I dropped my stuff off at home (I was paranoid that the g'rents would be home, and if Debbie --who saw Scott leave yesterday, and may have seen his car parked outside my house the past SEVERAL days) snitched on me, they might demand an introduction/explanation/blood sacrifice. ^^; I was prepared either way, but I walked out of the house 100% safe-- no g'rents home. We went to the Mall and amazingly enough, Scott wanted to go to Hot Topic. *grin* We looked at all the cool screen shirts (I'm determined to find that "Know Your Shrooms" Mario one) and Halloween costumes... *giddy* I can't wait for October! I tried on this vinyl red skirt, but even though it was an XS, it flared out too much, and seemed a bit too long. What can I say, I like skintight! ^_^
We swung by Suncoast next (damn, too many DVDs I wanna buy!)-- I can't wait for tomorrow (Wednesday or Thursday, tops), when the Star Wars Trilogy finally makes it onto DVD! Scott's roommate (one of them, the guy with the $1000 Dell Media Center setup) is expected to buy it, so I might stay over there in Hollywood again and watch the trilogy. We could make a night of it! ^_^ Besides, Scott paid for my medicine and gave me rides today-- I feel guilty, no matter what he says. So I want to hang on to the few dollars I have and at least pay for the popcorn on Trilogy Night.
Back to the health center to get my lab results. Of course we were freaked out, but it was like, once the moment I was waiting in the office, I thought to myself "What am I so scared of? What are the chances?" Of course, that's not true for everyone, but I consider myself a pretty responsible and smart person-- I paid attention in Health Ed class, I know all about it... Seriously, I don't keep track of the exact date and range of my cycle or whatever, but I realize after the fact that I was worked up for no reason. I'm fine. Fine meaning NOT... YOU KNOW. :)
We were thrilled when we left... and indeed, the g'rents were home when Scott dropped me off, but he had to head back to campus and pick up his friends. Tomorrow is his long day, but maybe at least we can see each other for lunch. I just found out I have another dentist's appointment (hence the angsty subject and intro), so maybe not. But Wednesday... Wednesday I can go to Kaiser to get my Zovia (even if I don't have an appointment-- thank you god for Walgreen's!) and maybe make an appointment for later that afternoon. Post-Kaiser, the Getty museum! :) And I suppose Scott and I could make a night of it and just go back to Hollywood and watch the Trilogy, assuming Derek gets it by then.
So far, this week is turning out great. I just have to finish all my AutoCAD drawings (stupid weave won't paste!!) and do a few essays (Speech and Journalism). Plus, next week is another Matathon meeting. Did I neglect to mention that? When I was Under The Influence of Rush, I actually tried to find the Sorority Informationals, but I stumbled on the Matathon information instead. It turns out to be a really fun experience, and I'm helping out on at least two committees and maybe I'll even sign up to dance for the Matathon. It does involve fundraising, but if it can help me be a bit more social AND help out some needy kids, I'll do it. Besides, I get to play dress-up. ^-^
Also played DDR-- no one can say I'm not exercising! Especially this past week, when I got so bored, I rollerbladed around the block at least 6 times! Around the elementary school, up to Plummer, and back again! Plus I'm starting to get jealous of all the biker girls... I want to get that Tiara bike I saw at Wal Mart and learn to ride. And then Scott said he'll teach me to drive, so I'll be completely mobile no matter what! ^_^ PHWEE~~
But I'm pretty tired... and I do have to wake up at 5am to take my second B-pill. -_- Full stomach at 5am? Pshaw!
( Jeremy is going to save the planet. At least three times. )
Scott's a doll. If I haven't mentioned that before, I shall now. Admittedly, he seems scarily different from me at times, but other times, he's just a wonder to be around. He had no reason to really be with me at the health center, other than the irrefutable fact that he is "50% responsible, too." And as embarrassing as it was (for me to have HIM there, oddly enough. He himself was not embarrassed to be there, but the fact that he'd been there so many times and was "used to it" hardly made me feel better), once it was over, it was OVER! Sort of. There was a bit of drama as we walked back to his car (he offered to give me a ride home, even though he was supposed to be in class... again, he's a total sweetie), because I pretty much said flat out, if things DIDN'T go as we expected/hoped, I wouldn't crush his hopes or dreams or anything by telling him he had to be responsible for... well, THAT.
Besides, I don't want it [right now? Ever?] anymore than he does/did. Anyway, it ended up making me more than a tad bit emotional (I'm so good at bottling it up) and him again, very sweet. He said I was very special to him, and he cared about me a lot, and he didn't want to see me upset or pressured for something that was for the both of us. So despite being embarrassed or whatever, it was what I needed to hear, and I was glad. It's nice to know that for once, I'm involved with a guy that cares (and I don't count Joe, because we never took that step).
And I really guess we are "involved." That kind of came up this past weekend, and I asked him "So what are we?" in so many words. He's kind of unused to calling himself my boyfriend, or me his girlfriend, since it's been "that long" (I guess), but... well, I'm not dodging around that with anyone that asks anymore. As far as my grandparents are concerned, Scott and I are boyfriend and girlfriend, and I'm fine with that designation. Or "dating." Whatever.
Scott and I dropped my stuff off at home (I was paranoid that the g'rents would be home, and if Debbie --who saw Scott leave yesterday, and may have seen his car parked outside my house the past SEVERAL days) snitched on me, they might demand an introduction/explanation/blood sacrifice. ^^; I was prepared either way, but I walked out of the house 100% safe-- no g'rents home. We went to the Mall and amazingly enough, Scott wanted to go to Hot Topic. *grin* We looked at all the cool screen shirts (I'm determined to find that "Know Your Shrooms" Mario one) and Halloween costumes... *giddy* I can't wait for October! I tried on this vinyl red skirt, but even though it was an XS, it flared out too much, and seemed a bit too long. What can I say, I like skintight! ^_^
We swung by Suncoast next (damn, too many DVDs I wanna buy!)-- I can't wait for tomorrow (Wednesday or Thursday, tops), when the Star Wars Trilogy finally makes it onto DVD! Scott's roommate (one of them, the guy with the $1000 Dell Media Center setup) is expected to buy it, so I might stay over there in Hollywood again and watch the trilogy. We could make a night of it! ^_^ Besides, Scott paid for my medicine and gave me rides today-- I feel guilty, no matter what he says. So I want to hang on to the few dollars I have and at least pay for the popcorn on Trilogy Night.
Back to the health center to get my lab results. Of course we were freaked out, but it was like, once the moment I was waiting in the office, I thought to myself "What am I so scared of? What are the chances?" Of course, that's not true for everyone, but I consider myself a pretty responsible and smart person-- I paid attention in Health Ed class, I know all about it... Seriously, I don't keep track of the exact date and range of my cycle or whatever, but I realize after the fact that I was worked up for no reason. I'm fine. Fine meaning NOT... YOU KNOW. :)
We were thrilled when we left... and indeed, the g'rents were home when Scott dropped me off, but he had to head back to campus and pick up his friends. Tomorrow is his long day, but maybe at least we can see each other for lunch. I just found out I have another dentist's appointment (hence the angsty subject and intro), so maybe not. But Wednesday... Wednesday I can go to Kaiser to get my Zovia (even if I don't have an appointment-- thank you god for Walgreen's!) and maybe make an appointment for later that afternoon. Post-Kaiser, the Getty museum! :) And I suppose Scott and I could make a night of it and just go back to Hollywood and watch the Trilogy, assuming Derek gets it by then.
So far, this week is turning out great. I just have to finish all my AutoCAD drawings (stupid weave won't paste!!) and do a few essays (Speech and Journalism). Plus, next week is another Matathon meeting. Did I neglect to mention that? When I was Under The Influence of Rush, I actually tried to find the Sorority Informationals, but I stumbled on the Matathon information instead. It turns out to be a really fun experience, and I'm helping out on at least two committees and maybe I'll even sign up to dance for the Matathon. It does involve fundraising, but if it can help me be a bit more social AND help out some needy kids, I'll do it. Besides, I get to play dress-up. ^-^
Also played DDR-- no one can say I'm not exercising! Especially this past week, when I got so bored, I rollerbladed around the block at least 6 times! Around the elementary school, up to Plummer, and back again! Plus I'm starting to get jealous of all the biker girls... I want to get that Tiara bike I saw at Wal Mart and learn to ride. And then Scott said he'll teach me to drive, so I'll be completely mobile no matter what! ^_^ PHWEE~~
But I'm pretty tired... and I do have to wake up at 5am to take my second B-pill. -_- Full stomach at 5am? Pshaw!
( Jeremy is going to save the planet. At least three times. )
