I got bored this past summer and animated again a tiny little bit for a collaboration on NewGrounds. It was silly and mostly stupid, but still funny. It made it's way to the front page, so I'm happy.

I kind of want to do something for the sequel. I have ideas, and I won't pull them off as lazy and half-assed as I did with my first part in the collab.

I went to the doctor because of a persistent cold accompanied by constant chest pain the other day.

I've been having this chest pain issue for three years though, where I would randomly experience very severe sharp pain in my chest. Whenever this happens, for a period of time I can't breathe too shallow or too deep, and I can't move my torso at all. If I do any of those things, it feels like someones stabbing a needle deep into my chest. If I don't move, I don't feel anything, and it will go away eventually. It could last thirty minutes, it could last three hours. But it interrupts whatever I'm doing, and I'd become basically useless.

I'd been to the doctor for it before, and then he said something about chest wall pain, and that it was caused by inflammation in the cartilage and muscles.

Well, I kind of figured that it was the same thing, but it normally didn't happen during my colds and it definitely didn't happen three to four times in a week. It also hurt more than it usually did.

So this doctor said the same thing the other one did, but this time he said to go for a chest x-ray just in case, since it's been so problematic recently.

So I go to the building down the street to get the x-ray taken. I wait in a room with a ton of other people, and fill out the stupid forms since it was my first time there.

After a good hour or so, they finally tug me off to the dim back room with all that scary machinery. I'm getting more and more nervous because I don't want anything to be wrong with me. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know that something was wrong with me. No offense to the woman taking the x-rays, but her optimistic and cheery smiles weren't helping me. She was exactly how I imagined Barbie's mom to have been like.

She hands me one of those weird gown things, and tells me how to put it on, and comments that it will be huge on me because I'm so tiny. Then she leaves me in a curtained area to slip that on. And it's so damn cold.

We do the x-rays. It was uncomfortable, because you're supposed to take a deep breath and hold it, standing in whatever position they tell you. Did they have to be the hardest positions to hold your breath and stay still in?

It's finally over, and then she has me wait after a mix-up. She thought that I was eighteen because she only glanced at the year of birth, and apparently, her son was born in '91 so she assumed that because I was born in '90 I was a year younger. She hadn't thought that I might have been born later in the year than September.

So because I was a minor they had their professionals look at the x-rays also. I only had to wait ten minutes. So I did, and I'm sweating, and freaking out, and finally, she comes back and tells me:

"Well, we didn't find anything, so... you can go home now!"

Well. All that for nothing?

Better safe than sorry, I guess, but it still bothers me. I mean, it interrupts whatever I'm doing. It interferes with my daily life, and makes me useless for however long it happens for. Advil, ibuprofen, whatever; they don't touch the pain.

And because they didn't find anything wrong, my mom thinks that I'm either making it up or exaggerating. Well, that's not new.

I apologized to MB today. I'd been seeing her around a lot recently and she looked sort of down about something, so I told myself, "Today, I'll apologize for two years ago."

And I did, and I feel good because I normally wouldn't have done that. I think I grew, mentally, over the weekend.

She didn't remember who I was until I mentioned the class that we'd had together back then. So I apologized over the stupid little thing that's been bothering me, and it turns out that she'd basically forgotten all about it. So it's been eating away at me for nothing. Oh well.

We walked together for a few minutes and talked about music. It's weird, because I've never talked to someone so shy before. I never realized she was shy, because back then I was pretty shy myself.

It's really, really, really adorable on other girls though.

Wah. Well. It was kind of awkward when my dad came to get me earlier. It was just me and him in the car for the entire 45 minute ride to VA. I didn't sleep at all last night because I'd been itching to do that fanart... so I took a nap in the car thankfully.

He brought it up not five minutes into the ride though. "So what were you and Emily feuding over?" I just told him the truth: pepsi. It probably wasn't the answer he was looking for. I don't know if he knows that I know he knows.

My new grandma (my step-mom's mom, she's so awesome.) is here and she's going to OBX with us since her birthday is coming up. I can't remember at this moment how old she'll be, but I'm pretty sure it's one of those even numbers that're more important than the odd ones.

But yes. I look forward to going on adventures with my step-mom and step-grandmother. They know some good spots, and they know someone who knows some good spots, for possible photography opportunities. Here's hoping the weather is nice.

Not so important stuff:

We adopted another cat. Another bengal, actually. I'd sent my mom an email with a link to the petfinder page for the cat, Stormy, while I was away. I came back, and Stormy was there. He's adorable and way more affectionate than Aysia, but Aysia's still my best bud.

My mom ordered a new pair of cat nail clippers online. She was expecting them the other day, so when she told me, "Open that package so we can clip Aysia's nails." I didn't pay any attention to it. I ignored the address label, and opened it, and I squealed soooo loud. It was Uh Huh Her's new CD, as well as an autographed photo. I forgot that I pre-ordered it, so it was like my birthday months early. I was fairly excited about that.

More Important Stuff::::

Today, I pissed my sister off over a soda. Over a diet Pepsi.(Jeez, 13-year-olds are fussy) And she threatened to tell my mom that I'm gay.

I got severely pissed off myself, because I hate it when she uses that as blackmail to get things her way. She does it all the time.

I responded, "I'm not gay, so you can go ahead and tell her that." Because, I'm not gay. I've never been comfortable using gay to describe me, and because I ultimately prefer girls... it just doesn't make me gay.

She had the nerve to tell me that I was gay, because I never said anything about liking guys ever, except once. Since when do you have to say something when you're attracted to someone for that attraction to count?

Then, she said that I was bisexual. I told her I was pansexual, if anything. She said that I was bisexual again. So I explained to her, pansexual is different. Eventually... we just kind of yelled at each other. I don't really remember what either of us said. I think I also inadvertently came out to my neighbors.

So. About an hour after that yelling happened, my brother IMs me over MSN.

Long Convo Short:

Brother: What did you do to emily? 'cause she is pretty mad

Me: I switched out her diet pepsi from the fridge because I thought she wouldn't mind

Brother: she said you aren't gay anymore?

Me: no, because I never said I was 'gay.' yes, I like girls, doesn't make me gay though. Pansexual is more like it. and she's like "Then you're bi!" but there's a difference.

Brother: If you like girls and boys you're bi

Me: and if you like girls who used to be boys and boys who used to be girls too, then you're pansexual

Brother: anyway, when she sent me all this i was AFK and dad read it all so yeah

Me: seriously?

Brother: he already knew you were gay though. Eleynne told him.

Me: ... (I was thinking, "That bitch.")

Brother: He doesn't care.

Me: Okay. Weird.



So yes. It might be awkward for me at first when we go to OBX, because I'll wonder how the hell he knew, or how I'm supposed to act now. Not that I was ever very... heterosexual-like before.