Here's to Teeth Whitening!

I know I've been posting a ton of health blog entries lately, but here's one more for ya!

Today I had my routine dental cleaning, which wasn't as bad as I thought it up to be. I know I should probably switch to an adult dentist, but I can't get enough of that cookie dough toothpaste!

I had X-Rays done, and my teeth look 100% healthy! At least I don't have to add "cavity" to my list of health complications.

On my way home, I stopped at Target and got me some Crest Whitestrips. I have an abnormal discoloration on my top two front teeth, and this will help even it out. Here's to teeth whitening!

Noooo!! A Cyst!

For the past week I've noticed swelling in my left breast, and recently took a trip to the Doctor to confirm a diagnosis. Turns out, it's a cyst about the size of a golf ball. I was scared at first, when she mentioned a needle, but after it started shrinking to the size of a penny, I was reassured.

If it was to get infected, I would have to get a needle to the breast, and drugged up on antibiotics. Luckily it's not, and it is shrinking.

A possible worry I should have is being diagnosed with fibrocystic breast disease - a disease that's not exactly a "disease" itself, but occurs on a regular basis throughout a woman's life, normally around her menstrual period every other month. It's most commonly found in girls among my age.

Eeeeeeek!

I already have a health issue I've been battling for the past couple years with no diagnosis, and I may have reached one: an incurable one. Along with these I have my severe anxiety disorder, and they want me to get a blood test to see if I'm B12 deficient/anemic. Last year I was diagnosed as being allergic to the protein in Cow's milk - a thing a vegetarian needs to survive with wellness. I've already battled asthma for 6 years of my life, and been allergic to most everything. I've never heard so much shit go on in a 15 year old's health records.

Pray for me, won't you?

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Last night my parents and I went out to the ballgame! It was the Seattle Mariners vs. the Oakland Athletics. Of course, the other team sucked ass, but it was coming close to an 11th inning until we made a homerun.

Of course, we got delicious "rally" garlic fries. It ain't a Mariners' game without the world famous garlic fries. As you can see from the picture, I also got Dippin' Dots, which are like my own personal ritual at baseball games.

All in all, it was a pretty racist, foul.. language night for me. I'd hoped I had confirmed the fact that white guys sucked at baseball, until the final homerunner was white...

This will continue being a summer ritual for me and my family, as we all enjoy it very very much.

Ouch. That Stung.

Well, I'll start this blog entry out by stating that today I was in some pretty serious pain, but not enough that a nap couldn't take it away. If only I had thought of that sooner.

I was sitting in a diner, having a nice lunch with my mom, right? I take a bite of a french fry, and all of a sudden feel something moving behind my back. I think it's something that fell, so I go to pick it up, and next thing I know it stings me. I start shouting the F-word over and over again, meanwhile mom is trying to shush me, and it hurts like fuuuu-!

As a result, I missed my back-to-school clothes shopping down at the Outlets. Hopefully we'll make it next week. I don't think we'll be going back to that diner again!

Currently I'm having difficulty deciding who my next special one will be. I like taking it day by day, stopping to smell the roses. I know he's out there somewhere, and perhaps I've already found him. You never know until the day you die. How depressing is that?

What's in a Home?

So, I survived. I didn't vomit, I didn't black out, I didn't have to spend many hours and nights on a toilet. I recovered from sickness very fast, just in time to go shopping, have a picnic/swim at the beach, and see a really crazy bottle cap house I'll never forget!

Here's a picture I took, since I haven't been photo-blogging for a while now.

There's definitely more to come!! What is home to you guys?

Damn You, Comfort Food.

Why do I feel like the whole world's turned against me? Ugh. I can't stand drama. It sets me off. Puts me back into the 6th grade again. I thought we were supposed to be sophomores, juniors and seniors this year, guys.

I need some good ol' comfort food. Remember that was how this damn diary got its name in the first place? I don't mean to be abrasive, but I've buried much of my past behind me. Including the silly blog entries mocking Karen Cheng. I'm a teenager, and while I'm mature, I'm no super hero. I'd rather not come off as perfect. I've decided from here on out to talk about the ups.. AND DOWNS of my life.

Here are some things I want to make clear to whoever may be reading this:

1. I am mature. While that can get me far in life, it can disrupt my teenage career in abrupt hault.

2. I've never had it "easy" in my life. I can't remember a time I was free of ill-health.

3. I wasn't born with this confidence. I had to work my way up from bricks to a house, while being huffed and puffed on. And yes, I still feel self-concious.

4. I do not think I'm perfect, nor do I ever act like it. I would laugh my ass off if somebody as screwed up as me thought they were perfect. I am a perfectionist, though that is rarely connected.

So, as you can understand a bit better, I'm not trying to prove anything. Most of my traits are plain to see. I think I'm one of the most complicated people to understand in some ways, and in others, the easiest.

Idaho Gone Wrong

This week my family and I decided to travel East and visit old friends of ours. Rick, Denise, and their son Cameron. The car ride was longggg (6 hours), and we only stopped for half an hour in the middle.

Rick and Denise travel the world and often visit Nepal. They sell a ton of Nepalese items: rugs, scarfs, journals, hats, jewelry, you name it. Some of them are at a downtown store in my hometown that sells that kind of unique stuff. I believe they introduced my parents sometime after College, Rick was one of my dad's best men, and Denise was officiated to marry them.

Cameron and I get along great, but I think I might be a little bit too much for him to handle. He's 12 years old, but he has the maturity of a 18 year old (... most of the time). Sometimes I forget to use proper tact with him. *giggle* We spent most of the weekend on our computers, IMing each other on GTalk + live streaming, eating, and taking pointless pictures. Ah, I love that kid.

Now my family and I are in Sandpoint, Idaho, but I'm SICK!!! I felt it the day we got in the car. Sore throat, stuffy nose. Now it's transferred into digestive problems, hot body temperature, sore throat, stuffy nose, and exhaustion. I know a cough is next.

In spite of my cold, the place is pretty nice. We rented a house in a quaint neighborhood right outside of town. My room has beach decor, complete with a life saver and boat. How tacky, yet cozy it is! Two-story, 5-bedroomed, big-kitchened getaway, complete with two TVs, board games, BBQ, and lounging chairs. Ahh.. this is the life.

I'm already anxious for school. I'm positive I will get in, my interview is set up for the 28th. I have a week to make sure this is what I want to do, before I attempt orientation. Knowing me, this is a huge step, but I know I could do it if I really put my mind to it. I'm getting insanely sick of online school.

Anyway, it's 2:46PM and I've been sleeping & eating all day. I'm gonna go get a shower and see if that helps my exhaustion. Mom and I are buying bubbles when we visit town today. There's a delicious bathtub upstairs just waiting for my weakened body...