Modge-Podge or Miscellany

So remember that thing I said about how I felt unexpected relief . . . it was about 1,000 times better after I finished my last exam. . . And 1,000,000 times better after I walked. And perhaps 1 billion times that once I got out of those robes and into the bar. I don't know if everything feels worth it. I know the shine is a little off since I graduated .01 below the GPA for magna cum laude. I actually think it's amazing that my GPA survived this semester at all. I've got the lowest grade I've gotten all my college life: a B. So I guess I have nothing to complain about, right?

No, yeah, I've thought about it. . . I don't have fuck all to complain about. I'm fucking thrilled!! I don't have to write another paper I don't want to write. I don't have to go to another class I don't want to go to. I may have to work, which I still don't want to do, but at least I get paid. College only pays off eventually, unless you are truly academically stimulated--I am not. Some of my most interesting and enjoyable conversations "off" duty. Anyway, I'm glad that I will only have to go back when I am willing to. Except after I move out . . .

Speaking of which . . . I had a little accident on Thursday night. I pretty much aggravated an old injury. Well, aggravated is a bit of an understatement. Pretty much, the morning after, I was in the worst pain I have ever felt. Well, maybe comparable to when I had three wisdom teeth and a root canal in one dentist visit. Or that other time when I broke my wrist. I went to the emergency room and spent six hours there. Most of that time was just waiting. I got an X-ray, which showed an indiscernible bone irregularity. Then I got a CT-Scan which didn't clear anything up. And since they couldn't diagnose it, they couldn't treat it.

Finally, they decided to treat it like a fracture. Now, I have a giant splint. Apparently an old school one too. And crutches. And Vicodin. Plus, I have to make a follow up with an orthopedist. He will look at the X-rays and scans, then try to determine if it's a fracture or just a freak of nature in my ankle. In which case, I just have a sprain. And in the mean time, life is quite uncomfortable.

There's this saying "Only put off until tomorrow, what you are willing to die having left undone." Usually, I scoff at this. I mean, before I knew who it was from. Because if I thought like this, I would never accomplish the mundane. I would spend all my time writing novels and short stories. What it should really say is "Only put off, what you are willing to do with great difficulty tomorrow due to a newly acquired disability." For weeks now I've neglected my room at my parents' house, thinking I would clean it up after school was over. I also hadn't done a full load of laundry, only washing what would get me through the week. And I never packed up the dorm in order to check out. I thought it would be easy to do it all some other time.

Now, according to Picasso, the genius behind the aforementioned quote, I should have thought about what would happen if I had died. If I had died before I got to do those things, I wouldn't give a rat's ass. Unfortunately, tripping down the stairs only severely injured my foot, and left the rest of me generally intact. Now I have two options: I could ask my helpers to do all my chores or I could struggle greatly and do it myself. I'm somewhere between being lazy or being a martyr. Or setting all my shit on fire and getting over all of it.

But there are other things this whole possible broken but mostly sprained ankle is fucking up. I was going to learn to drive this summer. Near the beginning. I was going to start yoga and other work-outs again. And I'm going on vacation soon. Now, I don't know when I can do any of that. I mean unless I want to jam my splint heavy leg on the gas pedal and running everyone over, I'm really not gonna do the driving thing (which kind of impedes a job I may have had lined up since you have to have a license). All of my hotels are non-refundable but I can't really walk around King's Dominion and Historic Williamsburg on crutches. The beach maybe fine but I will get a weird tan, prob be too hot, and cannot go into the water. And I may be able to do some yoga but nothing like what I want. . .

Anyway, I had a fucking awesome time on Thursday night. I think celebrating graduation was probably the best time I've ever had. (There should have been another celebration Friday but the ankle thing fucked that up too). But I am looking forward to some good times soon, just need a couple more bits. . . But until then, I got my Vicodin.