Good evening folks! Tonight's title comes from a little rhyme that my sister and I used to sing when we were little. It's about a worm that eats his family. Charming? I think so. Junior just read what I wrote. Poor bugger. He thinks it's horrible haha. I think it's a funny little tune.

Junior is sorry that he didn't write the blog tonight! I forgive him because he hasn't been feeling very well. He didn't exactly have a great day today. When he woke up, he realized that his pump disconnected while he was asleep, so he had REALLY high blood sugar. By noon, it had gone down to almost perilously low. (It went from about 26 to 3 in the span of four hours). It had only gone up to about 4 or 5 when he got home for supper. He's just been feeling really sick today! :(

What did we do today (other than worry about his sugars)? We went to the eye doctor! Gladdale came too! She needed to get her glasses fixed and Junior needed to pick out some new glasses frames. Gladdale had to leave before we picked out new frames because she was leaving at one. :(  We all had to say goodbye at the eye doctor's office. I miss her already!

After that, Junior and I went to school for a bit. We register tomorrow morning so he had to go talk to advisor to make sure that he picked out all of the right courses. It was nice! We saw Felicia! Theeeen... We went back to his house! We shovelled a little bit around his yard then went inside. He kind of force fed me soem spaghetti. THAT'S when he figured out why he was feeling weird. His blood sugar was really low. We ended up hanging around his house until about quarter to four, when we went to my house. He could only stay for a few minutes because he had to be home for supper.
 
Since Junior dropped me off, I haven't really done much. I ate some lasagna, hung out with Britt, watched some tv... Britt is amazing! I love her to death! There's a little boy in her school that has autism, who LOVES her to death. He's always devasted if he doesn't see her during school. Today was their first day back after the Winter vacation and the little boy was so excited to see her! Britt always lights up when he's around. It's love if ever I saw it. :)

Now Junior's back here again! I'll leave this for now because he's not feeling very good. Good night!

- Bre :)

Hm. The title tonight is an unfortunate, but true, statement. As I was waiting for this page to load, I had to sneeze. Nothing out of the usual mind you - I sneeze quite often. I began to sneeze and I realized something was wrong. I couldn't do it. My retainer got in the way of the sneeze! How? I have no idea. Needless to say, it was the strangest sneeze of my life.

The past few days have been weird with the blog. I updated the page on the internet a few time since the 15th, but Junior's post wouldn't come up. I kept trying and it kept failing to load. This morning, I found out that he did indeed post and that I was late posting! That's why I'm posting tonight. I don't even know whose turn it is anymore.

Today was fun! I woke up around 7:30 (sleeping in on Saturday is always fun) and got a shower around 8:30. After my shower, I did my English homework and I started my Physics. Now, I'm almost done my Physics assignment! I just need to ask a couple of questions on Monday. Junior woke up shortly after nine, I think. We went out for breakfast around 10:30. It was good! Except the ham. I didn't like the ham. Junior said something about chickens and eggs . . . What was it? "Eggs are just chickens that haven't hatched yet." Yes, that sounds about right. I had to laugh. I don't like eggs. (But I like French toast. Funny).

After breakfast, we went to his house for a bit. To be honest, I don't remember what we did. We went to my house for a few minutes, I grabbed my Chem, and we went back to his house. This afternoon, I helped him do some of a Chem thing that he needed to get done. Around five, we picked up Britt and Junior brought us home. I stayed for supper, then went back to Junior's at 7:30/7:45 or so.

This evening didn't really go as planned (pffft, like we planned anything anyway). We were going to go to Dad's friends with Dad/Mandy/Britt for a while for a bit of a combined birthday party, but Junior got a nosebleed. At first, I thought that was all right and it would pass. But, when I went over to him, he was ridiculously warm, feverish even. I asked him what his blood sugar was at supper/the last time he checked and, even though it was normal then, I told him to check it again anyway. It turns out that he was really high (his blood sugar, that is). I can hardly rememeber ANYTHING about it, as pathetic as that it, but I do remember that it's BAD. He did a "correction" (Junior can explain everything) and (because I'm lame) I just put a cold cloth on his forehead to cool him down. No, that didn't do anything to help. It just cooled him down a bit. I then made him check his blood every hour. Around 10 o'clock, it was still high, so we didn't go anywhere. When I left at 11:45, he was back down to just about normal.

AND now here I am, writing this. But I'm done now. Good night!

- Bre :)

Waldon here, and I had forgotten to post the story I wrote a few months ago on here, so I figure I'll do that now. I was browsing the forums on Deviantart (Or was it Gaia? xD) and somebody was ripping up the forums about how nobody writes "Inspirational-from-life" stories anymore. Of course, I solemnly took this as what it was.

A challenge! >:D

So, I looked back over my remarkably short existence and made a list of things that could possibly be considered "Epic or sad" in a certain casting of literary light. I found a few I thought I could just, you know, 'embellish' a little. So, here it is! Hopefully you fans of those deep stories like this! I know I read it and get a giggle. :P

PS. Don't look at this as real. Please. In fact, us in the literary circles might even say many portions of this are *ehem* *ehem*, "fake".

Too many people think I'm depressed or something already! This is mostly just pointless embellishment to see if I could do it. Okay? Okay. Good to see that you all understand. :P

PPS. THIS IS

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From Memories

Waldon Best

 

“Everybody is offered a choice. A choice to step away from everything and just disappear. To start over fresh and become a new person- this is a chance to give everything up that they’ve ever done.

This is the story of my choice;”

It all felt normal, as I woke up. That is to say, I felt like crap. I rolled out of bed, stepped over my sleeping dog and walked upstairs.

I stepped around my mother, who hardly noticed I was there, and walked into the bathroom. I got into the shower; letting the hot water soak it’s way into my sleep-tired muscles. I nodded off under the torrent, my forehead slowly dipping until it touched the wall with a startling stir. I woke with a start and rushed to get out. I found my support and walked downstairs again. I hurried into the warmth of my room, looked around for what I needed. I saw the purple disk.

Who else has to take medication from a disk? It was odd, that medication. It had to be inhaled. I made an odd face as I drew it in. It wasn’t like the other stuff that I had to inject or swallow. I didn’t like the new stuff. It left a bad taste in my mouth.

I noticed the time and started my truck. Thank god for electric start. As I fumbled around trying to reattach my medication to its plastic port in my body, that still sounds grotesque, I noted with irritation. It just happened to be that I was the lucky one in a thousand or two that had to deal with this diabetes crap.

Before long, I had finished with my daily tribulations and was on my way to pick up the Girl. Bless that girl for everything. I can’t help but smile when I’m around her. It’s almost creepy... Hell, it IS creepy. Damn. I don’t want to be a creeper.

I got in my truck, and glanced around at the world. My town is small and quiet, and is usually pretty peaceful. We’re hundreds of miles away from everywhere that’s anywhere. We’re the stereotypical hick town up north.

My thoughts turned to what I would be doing within the next while. I’m odd like that, you see. I don’t wonder what I’m doing that moment or time frame, I wonder what I’ll be doing in a few months, or in a few years, never what I’m doing now. After thinking my way through the school’s drama festival and the dance recital I had to dance in, I ended up thinking about the Prom. I wasn’t looking forward to the Prom.

I’m a third level high school kid with all of the stereotypes that implies. I was constantly angry, resentful and hungry. Also, I had zits. Which is possibly the worst thing that can happen to a guy hoping to impress a girl.

It took me months, years even before I had the courage to ask the girl to walk in with me to the prom.

Well, in all truthfulness, I never actually got the chance, but the intention was there.

She told the whole table at lunchtime that she was walking in with a guy. Okay, I can accept that. That’s cool. He was braver than I was. He asked her first.

Time passed, things changed. I grew up a little, I hope. The girl and I started seeing each other in the meantime. I was happy, it was great to have somebody to actually talk to, you know? But then the topic of prom dates was brought up. I didn’t want to think about it. I mean, I knew the guy was still walking in and going with her, that was a given. She would never break a promise. That was one reason I liked her.

I’m a jealous person. I’ll admit it. This was infuriating. I had had this perfect ideal in my head of prom that I could be proud of for the rest of my life. To most people it wouldn’t be a big deal. But for some reason it bothered me immensely. It was a thorn in my side that wouldn’t go away. It was the idea of it, I suppose. I was the guy she settled for, the one that was a backup. I hope she doesn’t hate me for it.

It’s irrational. I know that. But, still… It hurt.

I pulled into her driveway. Stepped out of the truck and got it running again. It’s too cold out to let it stop. I felt my legs go weak beneath me as the soles of my feet touched the icy dirt. Damn these knees. I’m eighteen! How many other eighteen year olds have to worry about bum knees?

These knees are always ruining stuff for me at the worst possible opportunity. I think they have a life of their own.

They made me into the one limping helper at the school events, the guy who couldn’t even do his job during the summer because they couldn’t even hold him up.

Oh well. It’ll pass. It always passes.

I knocked on her door and stepped in. I wait for her as she gets herself ready for school. I laugh as I notice the time. We’ll be late today, it seems. But that was okay. I liked being around the Girl.

We rush to school, get ourselves in order and commence with our day.

The day crawls by, one long grey blur of mathematics and smelly people crammed into cramped hallways.

But around noon I feel something odd, almost like my knees aren’t there anymore. I can taste a strange taste on my tongue. The center of my chest feels kind of  … hollow.

I know what it is now. With weary acceptance, I ask my teacher if I can go to my locker and get my glucometer and medication. He nods.

I sigh and stand.

When I was four years old, I woke up on a bright autumn day with a few odd things on the go. So odd, in fact, that my parents decided to take me to the hospital.

Immediately.

I guess being blue would be the incentive to provide that sort of reaction.

I was monitored, prodded, tested, moved and jostled. Within a week we had the diagnosis. I was a type 1 juvenile diabetic.

I had to look forward to a lifetime of testing and degradation.

Diabetes took over my life. I didn’t have any other memories before being this way. It was the only life I knew. Cold sterile hospital walls, invasive needles, an intimate understanding of where, exactly, it hurt to put a steel point.

Diabetes did more to me than I thought it did, in the end.

It almost eradicated my immune system. It damaged my cardiovascular system. I was hardly able to breathe; I could feel my heart beating through my ribcage just from walking down a hallway.

By the age of twelve I had been hospitalized.

With an assortment of drugs and material that I didn’t really understand, I was brought back to health. I was laid out for three weeks.

I think it probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I had a visitor once or twice.

It was during this time that the diabetes changed me the most, in retrospect. I mean, I could deal with the liquid filled lungs, the compressed heart, the chronic bronchitis… it was the self-doubt that really did the damage.

How could I ever have a kid with myself like this? What would I do if they showed up like me?I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if they were born with all of my problems.

Marriage too. Marriage is out of the question. Marriage is a holy, wonderful bond between two equals. Between two people that want to spend the rest of their lives together.

I’m not even capable of living past the age of fifty. I’m not going to marry somebody, and then just as they’re getting old and ready to settle into life, leaving them. That would be the cruelest of things to do to somebody.

If I couldn’t walk down the street without having to make sure I didn’t die, what chances did I have in the real world?

School was over by now. The afternoon had passed. I held my report card in one hand. My face immobile as the stone school walls I had left with all haste. It was a drive home that wasn’t lonely. I was driving Her home today. So I had Her with me. She talks to me. I like that.

I dropped her off and started on my way home.

I slowly stepped out of my truck. The brisk winter wind tugging at my hair. Nudging the oh-so-important paper in my hands.

I raised my feet just enough to make each step. Every one felt as heavy as lead. I walked into my house where my mother waited for that oh-so-fucking-important-paper.

I handed it over without a sound.

She looked at it. Slowly. I stood and waited.

She raised her head. I didn’t breath.

As I looked forward and saw into her eyes, I knew she wasn’t going to and didn’t have to say anything. I trudged downstairs and closed my door with the unspoken accusations ringing loudly in my empty ears.

When I was young I was an outcast compared to the other kids. I was always giving myself needles and eating funny little candies. I was short and tubby, the perfect target for children who want to be like everybody else to pick on.

One of those was the other Boy.

He was thin and pale, and had black hair. He thought it was hilarious to keep picking on me.

Throughout my first, second and third years in school, he was my bully.

But sooner or later, something had to change. And it was I.

I grew a little. That was all it took when the average kid was never more than an inch or so different than anybody else. The guys who bullied me stopped. They were scared of me now.

As I sat with my head in my hands, I felt something cold and wet pressing against my forearm.

It was my dog, that beautiful, wonderful friend that never failed to be there for me with an unquestioning love. I was lucky, so, so lucky. I had several friends, but only a few of those were as close to me as he was. I thought of one in particular that was like a blood brother to me.

Who was always there, who singlehandedly stopped all but one of my bullies.

Every single one stopped - except for the Boy.

He would never stop picking on me.

… Because we became best friends.

In a weird twist of fate, when my family moved, I moved in next door to the Boy. We spent nearly half a decade nearly inseparable from one another. But, like before, things changed. The boy moved to another part of town, and we grew apart. But we always were brothers. Always will be.

We spent too much time together as stupid kids, beating each other up in our worlds of make believe underneath our parents porches. I can remember watching television with him. It was a documentary about tribes in Africa. We listened in rapt preadolescent attention as two men cut their wrists, put them together and suddenly were family.

Guess what we did?

He is now my brother. And as that powerful looking man on television said;

“He is my brother. I would fight for him. I would die for him. He is one of my own, and I will treat him as family.”

Clearly, I can remember being allowed to start walking around town with him, trying to find a new place to play in.

Eventually we did. And we called it “Cloudy Hollow”.

It was our place. Nobody else would ever be able to claim it from us.

I wish I could still live like that, without a care in the world to weigh me down.

We grew up, that’s the only thing that could have happened. After he moved to the other side of town, things started changing. He stopped caring about working. He stopped caring about anything but having fun now.

His marks dropped and despite my efforts, he continued to stay complacent with his work.

He didn’t care about getting a good grade. He was focused on having a good time, all the time. I’m not the kind of guy that dislikes that. To the contrary, I love relaxing and having some good fun with friends.

He didn’t care about school, or work, or anything that didn’t interest him. If it wasn’t an interest, it didn’t matter.

I had to stand there and watch as I saw his future going down the drain.

I’m taking my dog for a walk. It’s one of the few things I do that really lets me relax. It lets me just stretch myself out and see things, you know? I could forget about all the jealousy and resentment. About how lonely I was without the Boy or the Girl around, about how my health had gone to Hell and how Mom thought I was useless.

It was a beautiful night.  So I decided to walk the long way home and go through the path in the thicket of trees a short while away from my house. That thicket led straight out across the land. You could walk all the way to the ocean from there.

My dog. My faithful companion followed me and hounded me. I never walked him on a leash. You don’t chain your brother. Especially not if your brother loved you even if you were a defect like me.

We came up to a river or a pond. I couldn’t tell which. Did it really matter? I suppose not. Looking out over the frozen water, I felt an odd pressure building up behind my eyes. Like there was some great hand pushing me forward and holding me back simultaneously. I had a choice to make and I knew it.

Out there, in that water, was a chance to start over again.

I could just tell my Dog to walk home. He would do it. He was a smart boy.

I could just walk right out over the ice and wait. I could break it, I think. I’m a big guy now. I can push myself to be stronger for just a few minutes to open just one hole. That’s all I need to make a fresh start.

I started to open my mouth. I started to point towards town and tell my Dog to go home, when I saw it.

There was a small patch of water open near the edge of the pond, and I could see myself in the reflection.

As I looked at the mirrored picture of myself, I could see into my eyes. I hardly knew them. I was suddenly aware of myself. Of all the scars and contusions. Of all the damage and signs left from a life lived.

Maybe, if I just started over, I could actually accomplish something this time. Maybe I could actually make Mom proud, or be the guy my Girl actually wanted, hell, even stop Boy from ruining his life. I could clean myself out of all this damned disease and internal filth. I could make myself into a person with real hopes and dreams.

Of course, if I let the water take me, my life obviously wouldn’t end up like it is now. This life would be left far behind. I’d find another Girl. Another Boy. Maybe even another Dog.

I could hear the wind rustling in the bare trees, the branches rubbing dryly against one another, the pine needles brushing themselves against each other. I prepared myself to walk forward to that small, glistening patch of salvation in the ice and snow. A portal to blessed oblivion… and then life.

Dog pressed up against my leg.

I could feel his warmth through my jeans, very foreign feeling.

It was just so out of place. Where did all that heat come from? When did I get so cold? When did everything I start seeing things as dark and shadowed with resentment and jealousy?

I had a Girl who, if she didn’t love me, at least tolerated me. I had the Boy, who stuck with me through thick and thin, who was there for the toughest and best times of my life. I had a Dog that would walk with me through the coldest night because I was his brother, his pack mate.

With utter disregard to everything else, I had let myself be guided by my self-pity, to this pond. I had been given a bitter pill, and I had swallowed it without a moment’s hesitation.

I had decided on what I would do.

I was sick of being diseased and defective. I was hot to death and I knew it wasn’t long before I was burned out. I didn’t have long left to go. I was tired of feeling like I was a reject who had been placing last his whole life. The girl shouldn’t have to deal with my whining. The Boy needed a teacher, but I wasn’t it. I couldn’t save the Boy from wrecking his life. What right did I have to keep mine going? I tried my best, but I’m sure that I’ve ruined so much around me with my negativity.

I reached forward, slowly stretching my fingertips towards the opened ice.

I stopped as I felt the icy cool of the liquid release frosting my fingertips.

I remembered the warmth of her touch on my arms, her voice in my ears.

I recalled the warm days, the cool nights spent running around having worldly adventures and epic quests to save the world; with the Boy as my fellow adventurer, with the Girl as we walked a starlit promenade.

I saw Dog, sitting patiently. Waiting for me to come back to him. He didn’t doubt for one minute that I would be back. His certainty in me was absolute.

I felt something odd on my face. It felt weird. I was smiling.

Maybe my life wasn’t perfect. I’ll never be able to have kids or start a family. Nor live long enough to see my friends grow to old age.

But it was my life.

No matter what I did and no matter what was happening to me. I would never turn my back on it.

I have a chance, right here in front of me to start fresh, healthy, loved.

But that would mean giving up what I’ve already got.

I turned back to my Dog. I smiled and held out my hand. He placed his head in it, eager for a petting. He wasn’t going to leave me.

I wonder what Boy and Girl are doing right now? Would they let me come back to them?

I think tomorrow will be a good day, a good day to start fresh.

I was leaving old tracks behind and seeing a world once painted black, now colored in a vibrant new light.

I walked home under a new set of stars.

Tonight, I thought I'd write the blog the same way that I wrote my Facebook status today. Mind you, I hardly ever go on Facebook but the mood struck and I HAD to update my Facebook status. At the time I was walking to my Nan and Pop's house for a visit. What did I do? I went on Safari on my phone and updated my status. What was my status? "Breanna Elizabeth is checking her Facebook while walking down the road. (O_O)" AWESOME status if I do say so myself.

Right now, I am at Junior's house. I was going to write this earlier but we started watching Wallace and Gromit : the Curse of the Were Rabbit then League of Super Evil . . . So I didn't write it. Dang tv. Other than that, nothing has really happened tonight. Well, since I got here. Talking and such between the ridiculous antics of Wallace and Gromit, and Doomageddon and co.

I have to leave in five minutes so this is probably going to be rather short.

I woke up around 9 or so this morning. Mom and them went to Tim Horton's this morning but I was too tired to go. I didn't actually do much. I ate, helped Mom clean up a bit, didn't get a shower until about 1:30, and I didn't leave the house until 2:30. This afternoon, I hung out with Nan at her house, and we visited her friend at the hospital. She dropped me off at Mom's for supper. I ATE THE BEST POTATOES EVER.  : D

After supper, Britt and I went to Dad's for a bit and hung out there. Her friend Benjamin came in today, so he went to the movie with Britt, Dad, and Mandy. When Benjamin got there, I was already on my way here.

Now I'm up to date! And I have to go! WOOT, right on time. Junior will probably talk about his ridiculously fun diabetic campaigning tomorrow. It sounded like it was a blast! : D

Okay. Good night!

- Bre : )

Waldon here, and tonight's wonderful title comes from a band I mentioned in one of my previous posts, Manowar. It's from one song called "Brothers of Metal". As anybody who's familiar with the band will know, they brought the real epic to metal. I personally think that they're some of the greatest pioneers of the sound of metal and actual storytelling in metal and hard rock. Now, I could be missing bands completely, but that's just my opinion. Anybody who reads this and knows of bands that have a similar sound or dynamic, I'd love to hear about them. Leave a comment or something, I'll make sure to get back to you. :P

Now, for today.

Today was Grad Skip Off day at our school. So I stayed home all day. It was great. :P I spent almost all day reading comic books. (Yeah, I'm a nerd.) I went out around 3 o clock with Bre to go to the Hospital so I could get my medications that I needed checked up on. My GP is out of town apparently, so I can't get every medication that's recommended for my trip to Europe, but I've got everything else, and the likelihood that I'm going to leave my pancreas in another country is very low. :P I think I'm safe. xD

After our visit to the hospital, Bre and I went around town looking for a good pair of walking shoes for her while we're over there. We ended up seeing Mandy at her work, and picking out a pair of shoes for somebody else. :P

Then, we went to the pharmacy near the store and looked for some of those Dr Scholl's-esque shoe soles instead of buying a brand new pair of shoes. While we were there, we saw a couple people we knew, actually. It was great, I saw my Troupe's Director, Bre saw a friend of hers, and we both met up with Sandra who was out for a walk. :D Sandra is great. xD She makes me laugh all the time. Then, I bought a few books that I eyed on the shelves and Bre bought her soles, and off we went.

I drove Bre to my home then, she got in HER vehicle and off SHE went. :P  And then I ate some delicious burgers. My god. Those burgers were great.

Bre came over again after supper, and we ended up just hanging out and listening to music all night. Talking is one of my favorite things to do, you know? Or more specifically, listening. I love just listening to people. Fuel for my creative fire usually comes from fragments of other people's conversations. xD

Now, I think I'm done. I'm REALLY tired now. Good night Everybody!
-Waldon

Waldon here. I'd like to take this post to show my feelings on having an excess of testosterone.

An excess you say? How can you have an excess? It's not like it's a bad thing!

Well, there my friends, you're wrong. Puberty was a sign not of growing into adulthood for me, but a sign that soon, a life of sweat, blood and awkward growth was about to begin. To this day, I have a ridiculous number of muscle pains and growth spurts. I've been growing since grade 7. As many know, I'm graduating soon. That's almost 5 years of growth. That is NOT normal (Thank you Diabetes.). I'm also expected to keep growing until I'm 21.

I can't even get a tattoo until then unless it's on my chest. It's the only thing not expected to grow much more. For your information, I'm 40 inches or so around the chest and 24 inches across the shoulders. I don't think I CAN get much larger. :P

I've got bone structure problems because the rest of my body hasn't caught up to my growing skeleton... The only plus side to this whole load of testosterone is that now I have strong muscles. That's good for work. :P

Now. Onto my day.

Nothing happened all morning. Well... I drove down to pick up Bre. That's really the only interesting thing. Lunch time I was at the Math Help Center again. I love going there. It's got a bunch of people that I love talking to. Sandra, Robyn, Bre, Sam, Lissa... Then I had nutrition and math. I spent all math reading Lord of the Rings again. Exciting.

Then I drove Bre to pick up HER truck, followed her when she was driving to her house, and then we hung out for a little while.

She came over after supper after I ran a few errands, and we just relaxed, read and talked for a few hours. It was a wonderful evening. There is NOTHING I like more than relaxing with close friends.

So, it's now MIDNIGHT just as I typed this. Sooo..... Good night!
-Waldon

Waldon here tonight. I'm really tired tonight, so instead of talking about MY night (Which was filled with lying in bed thinking about aggravating stuff and random things that really don't make sense), I'll just take the easy route and talk about something I read on CNN a few minutes ago.

As the title implies, it's about Ecuadorian dwarfs.

There was a study done on 99 Ecuadorian dwarfs that showed that there was a major reduction of the rates of diabetes and cancer in those subjects as compared to the general population.

Of the same number of average sized people, if I'm remembering correctly (Don't quote me on this!) 20% died of diabetes or cancer related deaths. Of the 99 smaller people, only 9 died in the period allotted and only one ever had cancer (of the ovaries) which wast treated and never returned. None developed diabetes that couldn't be explained from genetic predisposition.

This makes me feel two conflicting emotions. One, happiness because this is one step closer to a cure for diabetes, and two, fear because the only difference in their genes from my own is the growth gene. Which I have in loads. Since I already have Diabetes, I'm going to assume my risk of cancer is high. >.<

NOW! Past that depressing point, I'd like to say that I'm really, really tired. So I'm going to stop this post here. :P

So, good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here again, the lyrics for tonight's title are from the song Listen to the Music, by the Doobie Brothers. I am a huge fan of the Doobie Brothers. From what I've heard, they're all about just kicking back and relaxing. Forgetting about troubles and just moving on. Great stuff.

Anyway, today was a big day for our school. Well, big-ish. It was our annual cake auction. People from our school bake cakes to bring in that get auctioned off during the afternoon to the individual classes using money that they raised during the past week.

Sadly, I missed it. It was my last year, and I missed it. I felt horrible this afternoon, my blood sugars were high and for lack of a better description, it felt like my veins were on fire. It's not a particularly pleasant aspect when you thoroughly think about where a teenage male's veins lead to in the end. Very painful during every single exertion. Oh well. I laid down for the afternoon and talked to Bre. We watched the Republic of Doyle. It was the first time I've ever watched that show. It was good, I'll admit it. We also drank some tea and ate some blueberry cake. I'm happy with that. :P

After supper, I didn't hear from anybody really. Bre was out with somebody else, and if I'm not contacted by 7 30 by anybody, it's guaranteed that they've found somebody to hang out with. I'm the guy that's always just "there". Sadly, the downside to that is that nobody else is there when they're out. I accept my role as the quintessential basement dweller. It's a rough job, but I think I can handle it. It takes monumental amounts of soda and simple amusements. I think I've got my bases covered. :P

On a random note that doesn't follow chronological coherency at all, last night I had a bad nosebleed, and another bad very early this morning. I was feeling pretty dizzy throughout the morning. I wonder if there's any connection with my high blood sugars? Anybody out there who knows about this stuff that's able to tell me?

Anyway, I spent this evening reading webcomics. I've added another 20 or so to my read comics, but before I add any new ones to the list, I've got to finishing linking the OTHER ones. >.<

I found one comic called Dead Winter that I enjoyed a lot. It was about zombies. Everything with zombies is good... wait. Let me rephrase that. Anything with zombies and some EFFORT is good. xD

So, I guess I'll be heading to bed now. I've got nothing else to say, really. Good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here and I have no idea what to write tonight for the blog. I guess I'll just do a quick recap of the day? Isn't it great that the use the blog was intended for doesn't cross my mind until all other options are gone?

Well, this morning I woke up late. It was at 7 36 when I actually opened my eyes. Thank god Bre texted me, otherwise I probably wouldnt have been up until 8. That would have been very bad. Anyway, from there I went on to school. I had English first period today which is awesome. We spent the whole period looking at visuals and identifying stuff about them. I may not be able to do math, but I know my stuff when it comes to art. THAT I can handle.

After English we had Math. Bre is in my math so it's not as bad as it could be I guess. We did examples and had some work assigned. Nothing else to report, aside from the mind numbing monotony of math class.

After math, Nutrition. All well and good really. We watched a movie on Child Advertising. Did you know there's a book called "Consuming Kids" and it's about marketing to children? I think it's false advertising, myself. I also sketched out a small picture about me being a wizard.

I've never been much of a real "artist" per se. I'd love to be able to do the stuff that many of the more professional artists do, but I just don't have the drive to do it. 5 minute doodles with a mechanical pencil's, sure. :P

Lunchtime was great, Bre and I went to the Math Help Center, I told a few stories, we chatted with people all lunch. Sandra and Robyn being two of said people, they make me laugh. :D

After lunch I had art class, where I finally finished off my mask that I was working on. It looks like a venetian Doctors mask. You know? Long beak and half a face? That sort of deal? Its fun.

Then I had Skilled Trades class. We were working on our module for this session, which is Plumbing, installing a toilet. But partway through the class I felt really odd, and there was a pain in my left side. I felt around there, and lo and behold, my insulin pump site was falling apart. This isn't the first time it's happened, but it's not common by any stretch of the imagination. So the tube that was under my skin wasn't quite OUT of my body, but it was close. I left class early and drove home.

I have to apologize to Bre here. I try and make it a habit to see her as much as possible, but since I left early today I didn't get a chance to see her before she had to tutor. Please forgive me Bre, I'll try to not let it happen again.

Yeah, so I then spent the night at home. I didn't even walk my dog tonight because I felt so weird. My sugars have been all over the place. I've got dead space on my left side, which most definitely didn't help the pump site problem. So I've been up and down all evening. On the bright side, I drew a dragon. Which is were the title comes from. :P

So, I haven't done anything else really important tonight, and Bre is on msn. So I think I'll go chat with her for a few more hours and go to bed. Good night All!
-Waldon

Waldon here, and my blood sugar is really high. I've decided to write the blog really early tonight because I don't think I'll remember it later. As I've mentioned MANY times before now, I am a Type 1 Juvenile diabetic. I've had diabetes since I was 4 years old, so as you can imagine, the sheer number of needles and liters of insulin I've had pumped into me is almost legendary. A side effect of this mind numbing amount of insulin is that my body has developed a tolerance to the synthetic hormone- and areas I like to call "Dead Spots". These areas are spots where I've concentrated my doses on with my injector, and thus created an extremely high tolerance of insulin there, as well as a physical buildup of insulin in the fat cells of my lower abdomen. As anybody who knows some science will know, almost everything will move from an area of higher concentration to lower, thus if there's already a high concentration of insulin IN my stomach, my injections are unlikely to work. After discovering these Dead Spots, I relocated my primary dosage site to my rear upper thighs. But every now and again, I need to attempt to use my stomach area again to see if it's gotten any better. Lately, it HAS improved slightly because the fat cells containing the concentration of insulin have started to get broken down. . . But this last cycle with my insulin pump has not been my lucky week. I manged to get it on an area that has not improved at all, so my sugars have been very high. It would take me a very long time to get into what would happen because of that and the ramifications, and I don't think a blog about my life is exactly the place to get into diabetic sciences, so I'm going to just say it's a positive feedback loop and it's very unpleasant due to the memory loss, dizziness, apathy, tiredness and optical difficulties from having a high blood sugar.

Longer story told short, I'm writing this now because I'll be a blathering idiot by 10 PM. :P

So, today is New Years! Happy 2011 everybody! I didn't get home from the "Party" last night until 1 30 AM today. I walked Bre home and stuff, so it took me a little while to make it home. Although, mom only cared if my truck was back, not if I was. So it's not a big deal anyway.

To respond to a statement addressed to me today which has been voiced by several people including Gladdale, Robyn (I think?) and Laura: Yes. I AM very protective. In fact, I'm jealous and resentful of my Blonde friend because he's closer to Russell than I am now. I'm still worried sick about my small friend Robert Peck who moved away 6 years ago and I almost put 2 guys in the hospital when they took a swing at my dog. That's not even getting into what I do to try and keep the girls I know safe. I don't have enough space for that here. :P

Today Bre and I walked to meet each other at a minimart that's almost exactly in between our two houses. It's great, we say "Walk the minimart way?" and know EXACTLY what way we're talking about. :P By 1 30 or so (I can't actually remember the time xD) we met up and walked up to my house. We spent the afternoon just sitting down and listening to music, reading some articles. I loved it. :P I love just relaxing with people. Can't beat it. Maybe I should become a bear so that I can just hibernate all winter. Nothing wrong with that. xD. I drove her home at 5, and ate supper. Now here I am, writing this very sentence pushing the y key-

WHOA I BROKE THE CYBERSPACE CONTINUUM.

Writing the sentence that I'm writing as I'm writing it at this very second. I'm a madman.

So, Happy new year everybody! :D
-Waldon