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I cleansed my room today....

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 07:19:14 GMT

It's been a while since I've held a ritual myself. I'm thinking the last one might have been back in March or something along those lines. I hadn't cleansed and blessed my room yet. Plus I had a ritual knife that was given to me by my ex that I wanted to bless and hopefully remove any negative energy.

When I finished my ritual I started rearranging the music on my flash drive that I use in my car and stumbled upon some old love poetry that Amanda wrote for me.

When the sun rises on the eastern shores I am awoken from my slumber. As my body sheds the sleepy state, my heart thinks of you.
When the sun departs the through the western sky I am calmed by the reminder of you, knowing that like the sun you too shall return.
As the star filled sky blankets the land and cradles us to sleep I am comforted by the thought of you. And in my dreams I am always seeking you. I shall forever love you.

Now, mind you, this is the same person who has made death threats to me and is trying to remove me from my capacity in my Church. I don't know really what to think. Sometimes I think about what she did say to me, that when she goes through a horrible time she says lots of horrible things. The death of her husband was definately that. After he died she felt she had made the wrong choice and couldn't understand why I was still around even after she broke up with me. Some days I still think that the above might be true. Don't worry about me, though. Due to things that I precieve as lies and mistruths I've moved on and will not go back to a relationship like that with her. Worry about her because if what she says is true she effectively had two people that she dearly loved leave her within an 8 month time period.

Although I think I have realized what I saw in her; she had the ability to make me a better human. Mel will be happy she did that.

3 of 4 down.

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 21:07:52 GMT

So yesterday I had the surgery on my shoulder and knee. I always wait till after the surgery to ask how much pain I will be in just so that I am still willing to go through the surgery. The pain is never that bad anyway.

So both surgeries went well. The Plica was cleaned up on my knee and the end of my collar bone was ground off. I was done and awake at 11:30, 2 hours after being put under. Anyway, here are the highlights.

I was given a blocker of sorts for my shoulder. Basically what it does is it shuts down the nerve into my arm. They find the right nerve by connecting an electric jolt that mimics the brain waves. The jolt causes a spasm of my muscles. They tried verious locations until the correct muscle was spasming. My arm was then completely immobile until about 12 hours later.

I have cool internal pictures of my knee. I'll post them later somewhere.

I was supposed to go home at around 1:30 or 2. However, I don't react well to anesthesia. I was puking my guts out at the hospital. I ended up staying till 6pm and I would have stayed longer if I could. The surgery ward was closing and I didn't want to move to the 24 hour ward, so I sucked it up and left. I ended up puking twice in the wheel chair on the way out to the car and only 7 times in the car on the way back simply because I had nothing left to throw up. Today I can eat really greasy, nasty food fine. But I can't eat granola with rice milk.

Other than the two percocet that the hospital forced me to take once the painkiller part of the blocker wore out I haven't taken any pain killers. Not even tylenol. Even when the nurse called me this morning she couldn't comprehend why I would want to do such a thing. Especially on excrutiatingly painful surgeries like my shoulder. So for a vasectomy, knee arthorcope and shoulder arthroscope, I've only taken 2 pain pills only because the hospital forced me to take them to see if it would control my pain. Yes they work. No I don't need them. I'm either a bad ass or a dumb ass. I can't tell which.

Less than 1 month after a surgery, I'll be having two more...

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 02:57:49 GMT

Next monday I have an MRI on my ankle. The following monday I have the final consult with my doctor about surgery for my shoulder and knee, as well as discuss the findings from the MRI on my ankle. Either the next day or three later, I'll be having the surgery for my shoulder and knee.

Now, if you count my ankle (assuming I have the surgery) as my toes and my testicles as my head, I can complete the song head shoulder knees and toes in less than 2.5 months.

My nuts hurt.

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 02:37:22 GMT

Props to Dr. Viviano of Wausau Wisconsin. He did surgeory on my nuts yesterday and did such a great job that I have minimal bruising and I haven't needed any drugs whatsoever. Not my high powered prescription pain pills or even over the counter tylenol. They must have enjoyed the joke and story telling session that the nurse, himself and I were having during the surgeory.

I think about that and then ask myself. Why was I telling jokes to some guy who was working on my gnads?

And having a normal conversation with a woman while not wearing pants and neither one of us acting like anything is wrong is very, very funny to me now.

I need a Samhain (halloween) costume

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 03:51:08 GMT

So at my church we're going to have a masquerade party. I need a costume. So far I have turned down in no particular order...

Shoulder angel (my date didn't want to be the shoulder devil)
Mr. Rogers (I don't want to shave off my beard)
Unibomber (I don't want to shave off my beard into a porno stache)
yet to be creepy Michael Jackson
plus many other really bad ideas.

I need to be presentable because there will be children at the event as well.

Sweet!

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 04:28:15 GMT

I'm one step closer to my beer, wine, and cheese bicycle tour of Wisconsin.

It's been 15 years....

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 20:18:45 GMT

since I bought a pair of 30" waist pants.

yay waking up too early!

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 10:59:07 GMT

Of all my old LJ posts, I think this one is my favorite.

And it looks like I'm an introvert again. Heh, being extrovert was fun.

This song defines my life

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 15:50:42 GMT

I now have purpose

I believe the body mass index is so insurance companies can screw you

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 04:14:49 GMT

here's why.

So I've set a goal weight that is logically thought out. I want to keep my non fat weight the same, 150lbs. I've been at that for a long time and I'm pleased with the amount and type of muscle that I have for what I do. So that leaves me with 15 lbs of fat remaining to hit my body weight. That's pefectly fine as it puts me at 11% body fat, right smack inbetween the healthy range of 8 and 14%. However, insurance companies never, ever look at that. They only look at the BMI. BMI is based off your height and weight and has nothing to do with how much muscle or fat mass that you have. So for my height, 5'7", and my goal weight, 165 lbs, I will still have a BMI that's in the overweight range. Yet I will have no problems running 3 miles every day for a month, no problem doing a hundred mile bike ride in a day, no problems doing whatever sport I wish to do, and will continue to eat a healthy diet that will promote proper health. Yet my insurance companies will still have me as being not as healthy as I could be.

heh, oh well. Less than 15 lbs to go. I haven't weighed this little since I was 12. I sure as hell couldn't do anything I listed above then, either.

I blame the Christians for the early Christmas celebration.

Wed, 28 Nov 2007 05:37:39 GMT

After all, they start the celebration approximately 28 days before Christmas (advent).

Yet strangely enough, Epiphany is not even a part of the celebrations. You think people would try to capitalize on 12 more days of Christmas.

Oh well. I'll just sit in front of a Yule log and wait for bealtainne.

yay for crappy body measurement statistics!

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 06:13:16 GMT

So if I keep my lean muscle mass at its current weight, and get my body fat percentage to 11.7%, I will still have a BMI well into the "overweight" range.

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 12:37:53 GMT

I got a new job.

I'm moving.

Fuck you.

Whenever I find myself with people who I went to highschool with I always ask the same question...

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 03:59:52 GMT

So, who died? It seems like this is the only question that has any real substance or value.

So I just watched a Sadam hanging video.

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 22:02:05 GMT

If any of our leaders were ever executed, they would not go down with the apparent class that Sadam had. Didn't bitch or anything. I just took it and fell. It's just too bad that he was a piece of shit.

And of course, to our leaders....

Ooops! wrong country.

哈哈大笑

Fri, 22 Dec 2006 04:29:35 GMT

So the g/f and I decided to go to a Chinese restaraunt. After we finish our dining experience, which was a lovely combo of Chinese and Japanese food, I hear the manager scream into the kitchen, "没洗厨房了吗？“ Which translates into, "You haven't cleaned the kitchen yet?!?!?

When the manager came over to clean off our table, my g/f said in her butchered chinese, "谢谢.“ When she didn't give any response she replied again, but in English, "Thank you."

The manager paused, looked completely shocked and said something like, "You can speak chinese?" in a very non-comforting kind of way, hoping that her language wasn't advanced enough to understand. So then I replied in Chinese, and kept talking in Chinese. The more I talked, the more terrified she looked.

Cliffs: Being white and knowing Chinese in the U.S. is wonderful because you can scare the shit out of restaraunt managers.

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Wed, 04 Oct 2006 01:11:09 GMT

I finally forced myself to e-mail Mr. Schaefer. He's still going, which I'm glad to hear.

I still am, too.

So China really did change me...

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 00:24:02 GMT

Last time I took this was either in high school or my freshman year. A potential employer wanted me to take the Briggs Myers personality test. This time I came back as ENTJ.

That's going to look fucking awesome for what I'm applying for.

Jon, Eric....

Mon, 29 May 2006 03:48:10 GMT

I present to you... greatness!

What. The. Fuck.

Fri, 26 May 2006 03:30:56 GMT

Yeah. So I have no real reason to ever go back to Luther if it's true.

Approaches President of the school on stage

Tue, 23 May 2006 07:25:14 GMT

*Shakes hand of the president while simultaneously taking diploma.*

*Student looks president square in the eye and says,*

"I have to pee so bad right now."

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Thu, 18 May 2006 05:39:43 GMT

I'm posting this more because I'm tired than the actual desire to update.

Some how I finished with a double major, but I think I just barely missed graduating with some sort of honors.

I still don't know what the schedule is for senior week. I only found out about the rehersal on saturday because I had to take a shit during one of my exams and the notice was taped to the backside of the stall door.

Five minutes isn't enough time to present a 30 page paper.

Reagan sucks.

Oh yeah, everything I own is for sale.

this is quality

Thu, 13 Apr 2006 03:49:08 GMT

Proof that a Berklee school of music education leads to the production of high quality music

...cause I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeee, free falling!

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 15:56:24 GMT

So last night I decided that I had nothing better to do and went back to Carthage to climb a little bit. Overall had a good day using the new found flexibility in my legs. Later on I decided to see if I could make it up the chimney while tired. I had a new belayer belay me, so the first time I fell I fell a couple feet more than I should have and banged my chest against a hold. Upon coming to the ground and wincing I told the belayer that she needed to have less slack on the rope because bad things can happen, and prepare to head up the wall again.

I climbed higher than I did the first time, but my arms were just too exhausted and sweaty by this point, so I let my belayer know that I'm tired and I'm ready to come down, also that the rope isn't tight enough and she needs to pull some slack out of it before I come down. She does that, but never told me that it was fine for me to let go of the wall to begin my descent. In waiting for her my hands start slipping off the holds, just before I fell off, though, she released the brake. Mind you, I'm about 3/4's of the way up the wall.

I don't know when she let go of the brake, but when she did she was totally lifted off the ground. By sheer luck, someone else was standing on the weight attached to her. Both her and the weight were lifted up and spun around. With my knees bent my feet hit the floor and with my ass 1.5-2 feet from the floor I finally stopped.

This is hilarious

Sun, 29 Jan 2006 16:17:10 GMT

YOURE A GRAMMAR NAZI AND THIS PROBABLY IRRITATES

YOU VERY GOOD ALL MISTAKES IN SPELLING AND

CAPITALIZATION PISS YOU OFF AND YOU HAVE

TAKEN IT UPON YOURSELF TO TRAVEL THE INTERNET

ACTING AS CLIPPITS EVIL TWIN. DEEP DOWN

THOUGH YOU KNOW THAT NO ONE COULD EVER LOVE

YOU. DIE PLZ.

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