Frank is going through some serious health problems right now. A lump formed on the back of his neck, which was diagnosed as a blood clot. Ever since the "blood clot," he's been experiencing some pretty dangerous symptoms. In the beginning, he had an episode where he had difficult breathing, in which he fainted shortly after. Since then, he has been having headaches throughout the day. Most recently, he's hands have been twitching. Last night, as he was pulling into the garage, he suddenly was unable to open his eyelids; his mother had to help him park the car. He's been feeling numbness in his face and limbs, and it seems the symptoms are worsening to which each day.
Moments that make up my life.
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Our small family of four gathered for the Chinese New Year's Eve meal. Meals with the brother either turn out really awkward for me, or very, very hilarious. Yesterday, it was the less fun one. He's trying to convince my parents to do the less expensive option of fixing my jaw, which is to not fix it at all. I'm not quite sure how I feel about all this. On one hand, I really want to fix my awkward profile face. But I also don't want to use my parents' money when there's not a lot to go around. I know my parents want to because they adore me to death, but ultimately I get to decide whether to green light it or not. They keep saying like I'm going to pay them back when I become a doctor, something I'm not even sure about anymore. Not because I've lost the passion for medicine or helping people, but because of the cost of medical school and the time it will take to get there. Just thinking about the crazy debt I'll be in already puts me in depression.
And then there's the other thing on my mind. Right now, I feel like everything has led up to this point. When I think about it, it makes so much sense, but to pursue it would be foolish. So all I can do is pursue a future that will kill me for the next decade while hoping that the foolishness I'm working on the side will be my savior. Because of genuine love for the characters and story, I really can't give up. To do so would be to betray myself and all that I am.
Went to the orthodontist. I'm high maintenance, it'll cost me near $10,000 to fix me. Left, went to Union Square and saw food. Was in a hurry to go home to study, then, my mom took me to DSW. Huge mistake. When I was in the shoe store, it was like "Fuck UCLA, fuck my midterms. Shoes." I was crazy in there, my mom knows better than to bring me in there again.
She's so tired, don't want to wake her up yet for dinner, so I'll just make a short post. Yesterday I made a tote bag with my floor. It's part of the whole green thing, whatever that is. Isn't mine super creative? Andie told me to draw the Louis Vuitton logo on it. I wanted to, but the front side didn't dry so I couldn't.
Thirsty Thursdays! Last Thursday was my first time. It was fun to loosen up. A shot of gin and rum...it was kind of difficult to hide my disgust every time I took a drink. I don't plan to do this very often, but I did do it to see what it was like. I don't ever plan to be drunk in public, it is quite humiliating. I remember the couple people who were seriously drunk and vomiting on themselves totally ruined everybody's mood. I don't know whether we reeked of alcohol when we returned, but my roommate knew. She was overly kind to us, had long talks with her Christian boyfriend outside in the hall, and started pestering Andie to go to church. According to her standards, we are already damned for an eternity in hell, stop trying to save us.
I just finished watching the highlights of last night's Grammy's. I also spent a buttload of time watching vlogs that ranted about Taylor Swift winning Album of the Year because it calmed me that other people (most) felt the same way. In my world, its almost unfathomable why anyone else by Lady Gaga would win an award that she was nominated in. But to be fair, I would have understood if Black Eyed Peas or Beyonce won, but no, it had to be that teenybopper that sings mediocre music. Sure her songs are fun to sing to, but no one is really a fan, unless you're a tween who still thinks music is about looking pretty. Taylor, seriously, this is called media backlash from overexposure. I'm glad her publicist are getting her off the spotlight, I've sure had enough of her. She should be thankful she didn't win more Grammy's. That poor girl couldn't handle all the criticism. I'm sure I'm not the only one who wished Kanye was drunk at an award show again.
