It looks like the next chapter of this story has begun. My mom woke me up at 10:00 this morning and told me I had a preoperation appointment in forty minutes, and to get up and get ready for it. I go in for surgery at 10:00 A.M. tomorrow - they start the actual operation around 12:00, I should be out of surgery no later than 2:30, then one hour of them watching me, and a thirty minute drive home leaves me with a full day of "hard labor".

I just received my two weeks notice from the Church Congregation. They claimed that the church is going bankrupt, so they need to fire the cleaner. If you asked me, it's going to be their steady demise if they don't have a clean church, but supposedly the Pastor's daughters are going to start a ministry (I think that's what they said it was), and train to become finer ladies by cleaning the church together. For me, it's a real drag, because I lose my most substantial income. Now, the necessity of finding a job is even greater.

I'm a little bit nervous about the surgery, but not much. I figure in the long run only good things or beneficial things could come out of this, whereas if I did nothing the problem would persist, or even deteriorate to a worse state. At least this way I have a chance.

Last night Liz called, really late. I'd say it was around 12:45. We talked for about an hour. It was really nice to hear her voice, and we both miss each other. I'm looking forward to having her and Merlin taking care of me here at the house when I'm out of commission for awhile, I think it will be fun.

Apparently someone managed to take the "T.Sexy" account, so we lost channel moderation - I guess we have more enemies then I thought, but to be honest, Merlin and I both laughed about the situation. We think it's funny how someone would take the time and effort to do so. We have a few ideas as to whom this person is, but we're not positive. We had one person flat out deny it, but we're not so sure he's telling the truth. To be honest, we don't care. We're Team Sexy, and nothing can break us apart.

Liz supposedly had a fairly major heart attack the other night. It really worried me, but she didn't tell me about it. Merlin was actually the one to tell me. She probably just doesn't want me worrying, which is understandable, but I find it odd that she didn't explain it to me nonetheless. I like knowing information. I'm a realist, and if she continues to not tell me things, it's going to hit me a lot harder if something bad happens. Especially since I really care for her. We both tell each other that we love each other at this point, so I guess the relationship has progressed that far. Her being in Australia right now is hard, especially since when she calls I still feel like she's just a drive away.

I'm anticipating 10:00 AM tomorrow morning, when I have to undergo the surgery. I think that I'm going to go to bed now, because it's 11:00 P.M., and I'm thinking I should get a good night sleep so that I have a lot of iron in my blood to heal quickly. We've already picked up all the pain medicine, and the other things I need, so I think things will go pretty well.
I did an hour of yardwork today. It was some pretty intense stuff. I was trying to clear the brush from underneath a wood pile without actually moving the woodpile. Very interesting. It's like a rubix cube almost, except it takes slightly more time and it makes you sweat more. On the bright side, I'm getting tan because of the outside labor. I like yardwork very much, but the only thing about it that I feel guilty for is the fact that my parents pay me to work in the yard. I feel odd taking money from my parents directly. I can understand it when they feed me, and of course it's nice when they give me money (especially since I just got the notice from the church), but we're all part of the same team, working for our survival as a family, and it seems like I just put a large dent in the income of the family when I work in the backyard. They tell me that the work needs to be done, and they'd hire a Mexican from downtown if I didn't do it, and that they'd rather pay me, but at the same time there's still a shadow of guilt in my mind. I love my parents very much.

For the first time ever, I beat Steve (Champster) on Brood War today. I felt very proud. To be honest he made many mistakes that game, but also I have improved, and was able to beat him. It was probably one of my greatest Brood War accomplishments so far. Team Sexy has come a long way . . . if you want to check out the website, it's http://www.clansexy.net/ (enjoy).

Although my original intent was to make this journal entry longer and full of what has happened in the last few days, the last few days have left nothing but happy thoughts in my mind, and I don't really feel the necessity to describe them in detail. So, I'm going to synopsize what's happened to me.

I learned how to dive at Adam's house, and went on a 6 mile bikeride. His mom is a sweetheart, and his Dad is a great friend and great cook. I love the Honné family. They really care for me. Adam told me that his mom had mentioned that she was worried that someday I might end up deteriorating and doing drugs and alcohol, etc., but I told him that there was nothing to worry about. I'm glad he cared so much as to be concerned though, it means he is a good friend.

Ryan's party was awesome, but very funny at the same time. I really love Ryan, and his friends are pretty cool too. We played lots of video games. There was one girl there, and around six guys, all of whom seemed to be flirting with the one girl in their own little ways. I'm just happy I don't have to worry about all those girls anymore, because I've got my own, and I like her more. She's my super girl. Anyway . . . I spent the night at Ryan's house, woke up late in the morning, drove back to my house, ate quickly, and then took off for San Francisco to clear out Grandma's apartment with Merlin and my family. It went very well, and we moved fairly quickly, but at the same time it was relaxing work. It was nice to be in the scent of my grandmother once more. I inherited her mirror, her chair, and a few of the books from her collection. The chair smells a lot like her, and I have a feeling I'll be sitting in it a lot while my knee is hurting during this operation - and in the mean time I'll be doing my summer projects for my Advanced Placement classes in the following year.

Even though only a week of summer has gone by, it feels as though it's been a lot longer. Maybe it's because my mind believes that time has slowed down compared to its usual stressful speed. I am enjoying this very much, although I miss some of my acquaintances I'd see on the El Molino campus.
It's time for me to rest now. Wish me luck, I doubt I'll be journaling for a few days.

By the way . . . I don't like the feeling of needles. I hate needles. Did I mention . .. I hate needles? (Sad face). Hehe. Happy thoughts for everyone. (I'm actually rather happy, but I felt like this belonged, because I really do . . . hate needles).

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