Turns out sleigh bells require more wrist strength to play than I thought.
My uncle's lung surgery revealed that the tumor is almost definitely NOT cancerous! *cue trumpets and cheering*
Ummm... My brother's been stuck at PDX for about seven hours due to weather conditions and the Southwest de-icing machine breaking down, which means that my dad and I spent about an hour in the PCU lobby at UCIMC with three different cell phones trying to make sure that he would get home tonight. He's scheduled to board sometime around now and should be in Ontario at 1am. Whoohoo!
I'm going to sit here for a while and wait to wake up my parents so we can go get my brother...
Your result for The Steampunk Style Test...
64% Elegant, 28% Technological, 27% Historical, 40% Adventurous and 40% Playful!
You are the Aristocrat, the embodiment of steampunk elegance and poise. For you, dressing steampunk is first and foremost about simply looking good, with accessories and details to follow. However, this does not mean that you ignore the demands of creating a “steampunk look.” Your outfits weave together a balance between technology and style, and between period accuracy and beautiful anachronism. While your fashion inspiration may come from anywhere across the Victorian social spectrum, you always find a way to make your outfit beautiful. You will probably be found in the clothes of the steam age elite simply because of the greater elegance available to them. Chances are you dress this way because you like it, and you would still dress in this manner even if steampunk was not a popular interest.
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In similar, but unrelated news, I realize I haven't posted here about the fact that my uncle found out about two weeks ago that his bone marrow cancer metastasized to his lungs. He's having surgery on the 18th and then goes back into chemo. This happened to my aunt (his wife) and it went straight from her lungs to her brain. Cancer is so fucking scary I can't even wrap my mind around it.
A dear friend of mine's father committed suicide today. Please send your love and good wishes in her direction.
Also, if any of you are members of prayer groups, please add Larry Dickson to your lists. Thank you.
My housemate left early yesterday morning and hasn't come back yet. I can't decide how I feel about that.
Crashed early last night, oops. On the other hand, had to be up and functional at 9, so that was probably okay.
Was supposed to get to go swimming today, but apparently the pool is closed this first week. Poop. Why?
So, instead, lunch on-campus (yes, just_danceit, I am eating. Tamale, beans and corn, and fries. Satisfied?) while waiting for my 4:30 meeting.
I'm very interested in the debate raging across my flist at the moment. Especially the fact that the debate started in Britain not the US. So, what do you all think of this?
Also, the words "cervical cancer vaccine" nearly made me cry. Cancer vaccine. It's just...so important.
::edit:: 4:30 meeting cancelled. Phooey.
In a couple hours, I'll be reasonable again and understand that they don't have first hand knowledge of this kind of thing and they don't really understand the kind of impact that sort of thing has and I'll get over it. Right now though, I'm going to be pissed as all frakking hell.