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| That's right... I'm back! Not.
Through the years the video was uploaded and removed. Ask me for a link if you still want to watch it.
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| Listen, I'm sorry about the script. You know, the Mr. Blazer
script I promised to post soon. Todd's been lazy since he
succeeded at life. We could have gotten it by now - but we're
going to see if it's possible to instead post a video for you.
Keep your fingers crossed.
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| This news is so worthy of reviving xanga if only for this one
post. The culmination of a wonderful high school career and Blair
stage experience... I thought it would be Magnet Arts Night but
Mr. Blazer gave us a second go at a last chance.
Who is us this time? Todd and I tried out on a
"spur-of-the-moment decision"... We were staying for math team and saw
auditionings for Mr. Blazer and fulfilled our burning desire to do
something crazy by writing a comedy act on the spot - (PROPS to richard
who helped us and then didn't get in himself!! thanks so much).
So who would have thought that math team could cause something so
awesome, but here we are.
Todd and I made the cut and through hard work (we really did work hard
to polish this skit to perfection - ask for script in a comment and
I'll post it soon). Despite a flurry of setbacks we persevered
till the perfomance. I should have mentioned earlier, we decided
from the start (because it had to be decided and because I truly
believe Todd is the man) that only one of us could be the competitor
and the other just an actor, so that larger task fell to Todd. He
wrote the majority of our lines btw.
To make a long story short, we KICKED ASS like you wouldn't
believe. What an experience. Then I sat in the audience to
see this punk Victor Somebody win Mr. Blazer for whatever reason (crowd
approval because they know him? from all I heard he was probably
the weakest candidate, and I've got only bad personal experiences with
him). So fine, it comes down to Mr. Personality. Dramatic
closing, a close call, and TODD WINS. He and I (well.. I sure had
the second most contribution by far ;p) made him the
MR. PERSONALITY 2004 by popular vote. Ironic, since we got in on
it because of math team. Math team, for crying out loud.
Finally I can start to be satisfied that I'm making the most of my
senior year. It doesn't get better than this. TODD BRYANT,
YOU RULE.
(love to everyone else of course esp if you helped/supported but everyone because life is good)
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| THE SURGERY
So I had surgery yesterday and I figure if you want to hear what it's
like, well, I should write about it - someday you'll have surgery
too. I'm guessing this entry will turn out pretty long. I'm
not writing for props but hopefully by nature it's pretty interesting.
My left knee started locking in sophomore year. It happened at
lunch, I was squatting for a long time and the bell rang and I had to
go to Bio... and my knee felt weird. It wouldn't
straighten. I slowly and carefully limped up to Mr. Li's room -
don't remember why I didn't try Health. Anyway, I was worried all
thru that class that something had gone terribly wrong, right?
But I stood up at the end of class and my knee was fine.
Over time I adjusted to this small handicap that would annoy me several
times a week - put my weight on my right leg when I have to stand up,
move the left leg around whenever it locked anyway - really never a
problem to worry about. It would lock when my knee was bent too
much or something. So at my physical that summer (2002) they were
like well that's jolly and I was like yeah, screw you too. No, they
just wanted to wait on it or something. When nothing had changed
this summer they sent me to an orthopedist. X-Ray showed nothing
and he had me go to an MRI (side note: MRIs are easy, though I went to
an 'Open MRI' which means they don't put your whole body in a tube);
turned out his guess was correct and my cartilege (meniscus) inside the
knee had been torn. To determine just how bad it was, and
probably remove the cartilege from the smaller side of the tear, I was
to have... Arthroscopic Surgery.
It means like real small and precise or something. I really don't
know medical stuff but oh well, they're specialists, I can't know
everything. Blah blah. I wasn't desperate to have this done
but it should help my little locking problem and save me much more
trouble in the future. Okay, so it got scheduled for yesterday
(winter break.. great eh) and I had to be there at 6 AM. The
relatives I discussed it with told me a couple things: you feel cold
when they start to put you under, and you have to try hard not to get
sick from anesthesia. Mmm... jolly good then. On arrival at
Outpatient Surgery (Latin for "Not staying overnight"): register, wait,
register more, wait more. Glad I had a book. Then I went to
Pre-Op. A nurse or two saw me to check the regular stuff - temp,
blood pressure, blah. Anesthesiologist (the guy who puts you
under) came and stuck a needle in my arm; I thought this was for
drawing blood but he connected a tube and it turns out they put
anesthetic into your bloodstream that way - intravenous
anesthesia. They left that there till it was time, though I never
knew when exactly they sent it flowing through my blood.
That Pre-Op part involved quite a bit of waiting, like the registration
part. It was even more boring because my parents were sitting
there watching me be bored. Two final notes about
Pre-Op. You take off all your clothes to wear the gown they give
you (the only other things you were are their paper ID bracelet and
their shitty socks). And they give you heated blankets (at least
at Shady Grove). Those kick ass. Unrelentingly. Oh I
lied - note 3. They shaved my knee and a decent area of leg
around it. Looks awful funny. Finally my orthopedist (also
the surgeon) visited me and soon I was carted off in the same bed (hehe
pretty cool) to Operating Room 5.
Screw past tense. They have me crawl/roll from the Pre-Op bed to
the operating table. Lots of stuff is going on and the
anesthesiologist I met before, a short Asian guy, makes a little small
talk about colleges when I tell him I'm a senior. Meanwhile they
get ready and the extend these table arms for my arms. Also I'm
shaking moderately but I'm not cold - either I was awful nervous
(possible but I didn't really feel like that) or the anesthesia was
working its magic. So I tell the anesthesiologist where I've been
accepted and he says immediately, "Go to Georgia Tech." Or maybe
"Go Georgia Tech" but in a fobbish way so you could tell he meant "go
to." I swear he repeated that 3 more times. Here my memory
gets hazy. Someone said "Oxygen" as I was given a mouthpiece to
inhale from. But I think it was anesthetic because I don't
remember anything after breathing that in once or twice. They use
bloodstream and respiratory anesthetics in combination for general
anesthesia. I think. Ho ho ho. Poised to expose their
lies, I fall unconscious.
The next thing I know, I'm in a different room in a bed and a bandage
is being wrapped around my leg. I ask if it's over and the nurse
says yes. This is still pretty hazy - I was kind of woozy for a
while. I think I dress myself. So they roll me in a
wheelchair to the car and I fall asleep there as my mom drives me home.
The surgeon told my parents about it, I guess. It was successful
and I should be able to walk today intsead of Wednesday. I slept
and read and watched TV a lot. But it's a bitch to be unable to
move around much. The only redeeming value of having crutches is
that they stretch far - I could press the space bar to play the
Simpsons episode from the couch, and I could turn out the light from
bed. The other bitch is the on and off pain. At the moment
it's not noticeable really, but when I got up and one other time today
it was getting pretty nasty. Painkiller es mi amigo but I'll try
not to go Rush Limbaugh's route.
Hopefully, I will indeed be able to walk today. And soon I'll be dancing like never before!
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| Well I haven't posted in a while but GREAT news - I got in to UIUC, right now my first choice college (tied with MIT).
If you don't know, UIUC is the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. It's cool.
Snow day + college acceptance = HAPPY  | | |
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