It's Been A Weird Past Couple of Weeks

Disney Land!
So Life has been fairly interesting lately. Over Christmas break the family was able to visit grammy D. in California, and go to Disneyland and California adventure for three days. Those were long, but really fun days. We spent an average of 14-16 hours in the parks during the day, heading out around 7 and then home around 11. It was a very fun experience, and I think it was also rather life changing as well. I have some fantastic news… I am now NOT afraid of (most) rollercoaster’s anymore!!! :D I am very excited by this new development. The life-changing coaster was “Big Thunder Mountain”. When I first got in line I did not realize what I was getting into, and by the time I climbed into the padded wagon cart I thought that I had gone insane. You cannot back out now, be brave I thought to myself its just a rollercoaster you’ll be fine. I held on to the lap bar as it locked into place in front of me and took in a deep breath. The car lurched forward to start, and the butterflies in my stomach went nuts What the heck am I doing?! I thought I HATE rollercoaster’s!! I had to calm down. The car began picking up speed as we moved towards the first drop. I held my stomach tight, closed my eyes and braced for the intense, thrilling and frightening ride. Come on already! Lets get this over with! I opened my eyes at the worst possible moment, just as the car was facing down the hill. My eyes widened as far as they could and I prayed that I would survive this horrible experience. WHOOSH!!! The wind sailed through my hair and I could not even let out a scream for my stomach was so tight. We went into a dip and then up the first hill. That wasn’t so bad! In fact – I can’t believe I’m admitting this – it was kind of fun! I still held my stomach as tense as I could, but I let a strained and painful smile escape my lips as I attempted a pitiful whine which was intended to be an entertained scream. Throughout the ride I alternated between this pitiable display of amusement, and worrying about how my little sister Elena was doing in the seat next to me. I was afraid she was getting scared, but every time I looked over she seemed to be having either the time of her life, or hanging on for dear life. By the end of the ride I was grinning from ear to ear and extremely anxious to go again. I had even made the daring attempt to raise my arms at one point, but it grew to be a little too much for me and I decided to put them back down. I skipped off the unloading dock, smiling brightly at anyone I came in eye-contact with. “I want to go again! Oh my gosh I Loved it! I want to go again! I loved it!” I yelled over and over as I galloped towards my waiting father and brother. “That was SO FUN!!!” excitement gripped me as I remembered the quick turns, rapid escalations, and sudden drops. My dad smiled proudly as he looked at his new found “rollercoaster buddy” and asked “so you going on California screaming?” without shedding the smile from my face I answered with affirmation “No!” he laughed.
My other new favorites are ”Space Mountain”, and “The Matterhorn”, though the Matterhorn is not nearly as thrilling as the other two, it’s still kind of fun.

Surgery
Just recently (this afternoon) I went into surgery for an epigastric hernia in my stomach. It was a fairly minor procedure, but still it was surgery, and for a little while kind of frightening. All it was, was a small tear in the lining of my stomach muscle which had not began to bother me until last year when I started lifting heavy weights for track. I decided to get it fixed so that I wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore (hopefully for the rest of my life). I was nervous this morning when I woke up, but I said a prayer that it all would go well, and that I would be brave enough as I went through with it all. Thankfully everything went smoothly and it was a strangely… fun? experience… I know it sounds really crazy, but I got some good material for my book, and I like to think optimistically J. Although I definitely did not go into the hospital with this same attitude. I think the IV was actually one of my favorite parts, I enjoyed the strange cooling sensation running up and through my arm. All went really well, I had no cause to be very nervous, and I don’t remember anything about the surgery. I just remember waking up shaking so hard I felt like I was going to make the gurney roll away. This shaking was caused by coming out of the anesthetic, and if made me tense up my stomach so it caused quite of bit of pain. Sadly the pain meds took a little while to kick in so I was shaking, and in quite a bit of pain for about 15 minutes. But once it kicked in I felt much better. I think I have had a strange reaction to the lorotab though because when I was in the hospital I just kept thanking everyone, and asking how they were doing, and asking how long they had worked there. Who knows, maybe that had nothing to do with anything, but I don’t think I should have been that perky coming right out of surgery. Also when I got home there were a few things that made me cry/want to cry that should not make a normal person want to cry. First, I asked my brother to run down to my room and grab a blanket for me (because I have to sleep on the couch) he comes back up with my soft blue one, which happens to be the very bottom one out of all the blankets on my bed. I knew for sure that my bed was messed up now (sure enough it was, later when Keley came to visit we went down to my room and the blankets were spread from the foot of my bed to the middle of my hallway. This made me cry. Keley fixed my bed). Second my baby sister brynne was yelling and screaming and throwing a stupid fit for almost a half an hour and that made me want to cry. Thirdly my brother told me at the dinner table when I asked him to fill up my cup with more juice “I’m not going to baby you anne, your surgery wasn’t even that bad” (when this morning he was asking if I was going to die) this made me shed tears for almost a full five minutes. And lastly I have been holding back insane amounts of frustration while typing this entry, the curser keeps moving around and so it jumps to a different spot on the page and I start typing in a spot 10 lines above where I was at. I don’t believe these are normal behaviors for me. Overall the Surgery went great, and i feel pretty good now.
My Schedule
The last week of the term was not fun, I had to raise my GPA from a 1.6 to a 3.2 in one week!! Which I did accomplish! But between staying up till 2 everyother morning, my wacked out schedule from Disney land, and my jam packed schedule during the day, I was pretty zombie like by the end of the week. It's going to be nice to catch up on sleep and get back on a schedule with all the extra rest i will get from my surgery. Speaking of rest… its late, and I would like to get some.
Goodnight all. Love.