Ouchy, Hurty Hands

I had a nice lunch with Jamien today. Sheesh, I haven't seen him in ages. I talk to him online all the time, but it's just nice to see people, in person, you know?

Set construction was pretty fun, though painful. I kept hurting myself. First, I got a giant papercut on a piece of painted heavy duty foamboard that nearly split my hand open. I went and wrapped it in some toilet paper and moved on, and everyone was really impressed, apparently. Then, when I was holding a piece of wood steady for Andrew, the drill slipped and he ended up shooting a screw into my hand, sort of, and then it started bleeding . . . and, well, more toilet paper resulted, this time on the other hand.

So now my hands are all dry from the plaster and the cold, and chopped up, and rather rough anyway from dealing with all the dry wood.

Now I should probably go finish throwing my clothes in the living room so they can be packed tomorrow morning, and go call Jessica.

Ouchy, Hurty Hands

I had a nice lunch with Jamien today. Sheesh, I haven't seen him in ages. I talk to him online all the time, but it's just nice to see people, in person, you know?

Set construction was pretty fun, though painful. I kept hurting myself. First, I got a giant papercut on a piece of painted heavy duty foamboard that nearly split my hand open. I went and wrapped it in some toilet paper and moved on, and everyone was really impressed, apparently. Then, when I was holding a piece of wood steady for Andrew, the drill slipped and he ended up shooting a screw into my hand, sort of, and then it started bleeding . . . and, well, more toilet paper resulted, this time on the other hand.

So now my hands are all dry from the plaster and the cold, and chopped up, and rather rough anyway from dealing with all the dry wood.

Now I should probably go finish throwing my clothes in the living room so they can be packed tomorrow morning, and go call Jessica.

Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year

Merry Christmas, everyone!

I won't be about to wish you all Merry Christmas on the 25th.

Well, that's the same with the New Year, too, isn't it?

Happy New Year, everyone!

I got accepted into Miami of Ohio; not the Harrison Scholarship part, but still in the Honors Program. This is good.

Apparently Mom, Tory, and Neil all bought me the same Christmas presents: the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and Mulan DVDs.

I still need to get Neil his Yu-Gi-Oh DVD. I feel bad that I don't have it for him on Christmas (even if, well, it isn't really Christmas . . . lol . . . ). He's still little.

If I die before returning to Switzerland (or en route either way):

1) Make some attempt at publicizing my book. It's saved on my computer; dig around and you'll find it . . .
2) Publish my journal if that doesn't work, lol . . . ^_^ (I want to be published, you see . . . )
3) If I'm killed by a terrorist, tell the world the sob story of the little girl who forgives everyone and wouldn't want him to go after them and kill them . . . because otherwise Bush will get there first and tell everyone we must avenge the death of the little girl who was killed by the terrorists. You see, this way, there will be no more needless lives lost in an attempt to avenge my death. I don't know how Tory or the rest of my family feels about this, so, by obeying their wishes (if they have any), you may actually be contradicting me . . .
4) I don't really care what you do with my stuff . . .
5) Play The Death of Juliet by Sergei Prokofiev at my funeral . . .

Jessica got mad when I talked about my death, but, you see, this is a tradition I do. It's like a last will and testament, just in case, just in case so it won't actually happen . . . lol . . .

Well, a Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year, and I will speak to thee all when I return!

Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year

Merry Christmas, everyone!

I won't be about to wish you all Merry Christmas on the 25th.

Well, that's the same with the New Year, too, isn't it?

Happy New Year, everyone!

I got accepted into Miami of Ohio; not the Harrison Scholarship part, but still in the Honors Program. This is good.

Apparently Mom, Tory, and Neil all bought me the same Christmas presents: the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and Mulan DVDs.

I still need to get Neil his Yu-Gi-Oh DVD. I feel bad that I don't have it for him on Christmas (even if, well, it isn't really Christmas . . . lol . . . ). He's still little.

If I die before returning to Switzerland (or en route either way):

1) Make some attempt at publicizing my book. It's saved on my computer; dig around and you'll find it . . .
2) Publish my journal if that doesn't work, lol . . . ^_^ (I want to be published, you see . . . )
3) If I'm killed by a terrorist, tell the world the sob story of the little girl who forgives everyone and wouldn't want him to go after them and kill them . . . because otherwise Bush will get there first and tell everyone we must avenge the death of the little girl who was killed by the terrorists. You see, this way, there will be no more needless lives lost in an attempt to avenge my death. I don't know how Tory or the rest of my family feels about this, so, by obeying their wishes (if they have any), you may actually be contradicting me . . .
4) I don't really care what you do with my stuff . . .
5) Play The Death of Juliet by Sergei Prokofiev at my funeral . . .

Jessica got mad when I talked about my death, but, you see, this is a tradition I do. It's like a last will and testament, just in case, just in case so it won't actually happen . . . lol . . .

Well, a Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year, and I will speak to thee all when I return!