the big pink machine, and the Andy front

Well, it’s about the size of a toaster, and it’s bright fushia pink! It has two cords that go with it, and on/off switch, and a mouthpiece. And, ooh, *feels the plot thickening*… it vibrates. You’re intrigued, aren’t you. Of course not. 😛

Well, it’s called an aerosal machine. Mine just happens to be bright pink. Most aren’t, but hey – I’m cool like that. (no actually my mom bought it for me when I was young and thought I would use it more if it was a cool color – boy was SHE wrong) It’s used for asthma. You put this medicine solution stuff (mine is Albuterol) in a mouthpiece, which is connected to this machine through a tube/cord thing. Well, basically the machine vibrates and pumps air through the chord, which somehow turns the solution into a gas, which I then breathe in. It has two affects on me: I get really shaky, and really light-headed. Not really fun, but it does help. I’m doing it right now. I realize it’s not very interesting, but hey – I suppose it’s a part of my life that I’ve never shared in my diary.

So I’m breathing in and out, in and out… and I’m wheezing, and I’m occasionally coughing. This is how talented I am… I can type, talk online, AND breathe all at the same time. WHOO-HOO. (It really is hard though, because there’s a pattern to breathing… 1 normal, 2 normal, 3 normal, 4 BIG BREATH…) You can lose count really easily. Moving on…

So TODAY has to have been one of the best Monday’s I’ve ever had the privelege of experiencing. Chemistry we all talked and did a lab that involved computers… hi, how perfect? Then in history we just basically sat around talking and voting on what movie to start watching. (bah… bad movie was chosen) Ahh, ’twas so fun though! Meg and I were laughing so hard by the end. Giddiness, I tell you! Hehe… I had to sort of nod my head backwards in reference to a guy that just happened to be in the class… it was so funny. We have these conversations without saying very much sometimes, lol. (And futhermore, Andy is NOT writing me love letters, so drop it Meg!) Then during lunch Aims and I purchased our prom tickets!!! *yay* As stupid as it sounds, I felt really special walking back to my seat with the brightly colored pieces of paper that were part of the prom package… aww. So it was just good.

Now, then. Andrew issues. This is the email which is in debate. I say there’s no way he could’ve written it himself, and believe it to be a forward of some sort. Meg believes Andy’s writing me love letters. You decide:

Prom
Each day that passes by,
Each second that ticks away,
Brings that special night that much closer.
Each day that passes by,
Each second that ticks away,
My pulse races faster and faster.
Each day that passes by,
Each second that ticks away,
My palms sweat more and more.
Each day that passes by,
Each second that ticks away,
My excitement grows bigger than before.
Each day that passes by,
Each second that ticks away,
I wonder if this is all true.
Each day that passes by,
Each second that ticks away,
I can’t wait to go to Prom with you.

Awww… yes I agree. BUT, did he write it as Meg seems to believe? Furthermore, what do I want from this experience. Last night my sister and I were chatting about it, and she decides to halfway lecture me on the thing. She understood why Dad was getting weird, because as she says, people tend to expect things after prom. I believe her exact words were, “Almost everyone gets laid after prom”. Niiice. Great, fine, but hi Andy and I go to church camp together? “People at church camp get laid.” Goodness. SO, here are my thoughts. My initial reaction is don’t be stupid, Andy knows me, I know Andy, nothing like that is expected. Second reaction is, God I hope we know each other. I hope he’s not expecting something he is NOT going to get. *anti-premarital sex* Um, right, cause I just thought back to something he said on the phone. And I thought it was just a joke… and I still think it was… but um, yeah guys are stupid, so I’m not so sure. He’d said something mean, so I replied “screw you”, and he came back with… “no that’s not until after prom”… lol. Which I took as a joke? Right. Um, yeah. Ok.

too be continued (darn entry limit)