Mom: Omg Elizabeth, you eat so much. You’re gonna get so fat. Did you weigh yourself? Did you get heavier?

Elizabeth: No, I got lighter.

Mom: Don’t lie to me.

Aaaaaaah, mom. Thank you. XDD

I was reading this article on Macleans.com about how the age is getting lower for people getting shingles. LINK. Shingles, if you didn’t know, is a viral disease that is considered the “disease of the elderly”. Old people get it. It’s from the same virus that causes chicken pox. WIKIPEDIA. The article talked about this woman who got shingles on her eye at 24. In the comments, people were saying how they got shingles at age 45 and 34 and whatnot.

I was 15 when I got shingles, last March.
It began with sharp pains in my waist area. The pains were so quick that I didn't even know if I'd just imagined them. These were not like the pain you get when, say, somebody slaps you. Or if someone stabbed you. This was like… something inside. The pain was somewhere deep, coming out. Only it was really, really quick. But I kept on feeling them. It wasn’t a constant thing though. Maybe just twice daily.

Then I started seeing red spots on my lower back. At the time, it didn't worry me; I thought it was just a rash. However, it was really itchy and I decided to tell my mom anyway. She immediately told me it was shingles. We scheduled a doctor's appointment in the next two days.

During that time, the “spots” turned into blisters. Red hot, burning, itchy blisters. And I have to say, they were a thousand times more painful than the average blister you get with tight shoes. The spots had also strayed further across my waist – now they were not only on my lower back, but on the right side and right-front of my waist. Thankfully, only the spots on my back turned to blisters. HOWEVER, it wasn’t just three or four blisters, it was clumps and clumps of blisters overlapping each other. And they were itchy too, but I couldn’t touch them of course. It would hurt. Actually, it hurt even when I wasn’t touching them.

I couldn’t sleep when I had shingles. The shingles-blisters were on my back. I think I slept on my stomach or my left side.
I also kept waking up several times in the night with sudden pains in my back. The same pains I’d started out with, only it came at night now and was more painful.

I went to the doctor to get it checked, and yes it was shingles. I got two ointments that I had to apply day and night. That was really gross, having to spread a thick ointment on to the ugly bumps and blisters. And it hurt too. I can’t remember if I took pills or not. But anyway, I healed.
But I still have the scars from shingles on my back.

I don’t know why I got shingles at 15. There can be so many reasons: stress, low immune system, underlying sickness? I don’t know.

Sigh.. and I went straight back to school too. I didn’t want to miss any lessons. But by going back, I put everyone around me (who’d never gotten chicken pox) at a risk of getting chicken pox. So, um, if you got chicken pox last March, that’d be my fault. BUT YOUR CHICKEN POX IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY SHINGLES.
Actually I think my chicken pox would be worse than yours too. I had chicken pox inside my lungs and throat when I was small.
BEAT THAT, fool.

But anyway, yeah, that’s my shingles story =P

Iwantnewclothes :)

But I don’t have money. I already feel bad for hiring a tutor.
How long have I been looking for a job? I don’t know anymore…
When will I even have time to go to do a job? I have too much homework, always.

Waah.

Tomorrow are my History and Math tests. Oh no!!!!!!

Sigh, good luck to me ~

ARG :(

I’m kind of doing really bad in all my subjects so far. Except for Biology (and probably Repertoire). But Math (ESPECIALLY MATH), French, and History are bad. Waah…. I’ve never gotten such low marks in high school.
I won’t be able to get into university. Nooo! But then again, it’s not eve mid-term yet.

I’m getting a tutor in for math and he’s coming in about an hour. So happy that I’ll finally get some help :)
We’ll do REALLY well on our Petit Nicolas project to bring up my French mark…
History… actually it was only my “Commemorative Stamp” that brought my mark down. But seriously, what does History have to do with my (bad) skills with photoshop? I didn’t get the stamp project’s relation to history, honestly. And why does it count for so much of my mark? I don’t really like our History department, to be honest.

Sigh…. stupid math… it’s so frustrating. Sometimes I think … you know how everybody has a balance of strengths and weaknesses? I’ve been wondering about what I would sacrifice to be smart. Like actually smart, because I’m not naturally smart. I know that you’re probably thinking, “WHAT Elizabeth, you get such high marks!” but that’s only because I work hard. I have to work to be “smart”. That’s not truly being smart. I want to understand math, because honesty, I don’t. At all. And no tutor’s going to really change that, I know.

My dad took my old mp3.

We were listening to his songs in the car one day when this one song came on. It was so familiar and … um…. emotional? I asked my dad what it was called, but he said that it was one of my old songs and that he didn’t know. The song didn’t have a name on the mp3, either.

It’s instrumental.

I have a feeling that it’s from a Studio Ghibli film… but then I don’t know, because I tried searching for it, but didn’t find anything like it.

It was just so familiar.
And not the familiar like “Oh yeah, I know this song… hmm what’s it called?”
It’s familiar like… bringing up lost memories of that song, but not knowing its value.

It’s kind of like the DNAngel opening song? Hehe, sorry I really liked DNAngel in Grade 6. Or was it 5?

Honestly, it’s the most beautiful song I’ve ever listened to.

My mom baked cookies.

I’ve been doing the French telejournal the whole weekend :(
I wanted to go to the Markham fair… oh well.

Ok, bye.