Got the news at the end of the school day. she's being kept overnight, and we'll know if it was cancer or not as soon as we get the pathology report back. I'm so relieved! it's like this huge lump was pulled out of my heart and i am free and happy again. i don't think it was cancer, because the last time she had that (small bump on the shoulder) she got really skinny, really fast, and this time she looked just fine to me (skinny-wise, i mean). so hopefully it was just some weird, non-serious lesion-tumor-thingie, and it will never come back again and we will have her for at least 2 more years. at least 2. 3 wouldn't surprise me, 4 i'd be really happy, 5... well, who knows.
we only got like 40 kids that came trick or treating tonight, if even that. two half-full boxes of candy and two full large bowls left. freckles says she's allowed to eat it, even though she went trick or treating. when i accused her of being selfish, she just said i'd done it all the other years and that i was only starting it this year because i didn't go trick or treating. blah, blah, blah. grrr. but i won't bug her about it again, i can't change her behaviour. but i do think it's selfish, when she has a big bag of candy to herself. she offered me some, but i said no. she went trick or treating for it, she walked through the cold for it, she deserves it. so whatever. as long as i get SOME, i'm happy. besides, 3 of my teachers gave us candy today. i got a full-size mars bar in math, and mars bars are my FAVourite. yum. So i guess today wasn't all bad. at least i realized what i did wrong on my math quiz.
still don't know about 31i..... ugh.
we have to read "The Stranger" by Albert Camus for english, and so far it is TERRIBLE. where did this guy learn to write? he has no style at all, there is no character development, it's just "then i did this. then i did this. then i did this. then i did this." you know, the way a five-year-old would write a story? "First I went to the store. Then I bought some gum. I walked home and chewed the gum. I left the gum on my shelf. Over the next few days, I chewed up the entire pack." except more boring, but that's literally what it's like. he describes a whole afternoon of this character sitting on his balcony doing NOTHING but STARING AT PEOPLE. i mean, really? you're trying to rope in a reader and you're showing us NOTHING TO BE INTERESTED IN. it's a really awful book. i don't see any plot, it's not going anywhere, and if i was reading this on my own, i would have tossed it in a corner by now. it's just terrible. the most i got out of the character for his reason or wants was that he wanted to cook some boiled potatoes. the rest of the time, he just DOES stuff.
so, yeah. if this is the way philosophers write, i really don't want to read anymore. congrats, camus. you've managed to lose my interest and i've barely started chapter 3. blah. and then we have to talk about existensialism... hopefully i spelled that right and it's more interesting, 'cause this book is about as exciting as a boiled potato.
and, can i say one thing? today, i thought somebody looked attractive, just the way they wore their sleeves and i just noticed how attractive their hands are. and it was not nerd.
this is bad, isn't it? i mean, i REALLY noticed this. it's not who you think it is... though i don't know who you think it is, so really, i can't say, but i'm not telling. it's just that it's not nerd. and then i just suddenly noticed their whole face and their haircut and just... whoa. it freaked me right out and i can't stop thinking about it. not that i'm wanting to be with this person more, i can't for the life of me imagine that. just... blah. it's weird. i mean, i probably shouldn't be thinking about some other guy and his attractive hands more than my own boyfriend, should i? not that i can't think other people are attractive, but.... i'd rather think about this guy than nerd. um. this is bad. *hits head with heel of hand* stop, crazy brain!
maybe i should get some sleep.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN, YO!