So today I went to a cardiologist. I   had to go topless three seperate times. That's right. It  was awkward. First I had an echocardiogram, which is like an ultrasound for the heart. My heart looks and sounds so freaky! The guy was old and didn't speak english so well. That made it worse since i was topless the whole time, and there was lots of touching in an uncomfortable vicinity. when he did the neck part it was uncomfortable too. At least I got to see and hear my heart. Sort of awsomeness.

Then I needed an electrocardiogram. That's basically where they stick a bunch of electrode-y things around the boobs, and the ankles and wrists...and somewhere else I think. So again off with the shirt and bra. This time it wasn't so awkward, since it was a lady, and it was quick. That one showed all the line things for the heatbeat. 

Then again waiting a bazillion hours for the cardiologist to come see me. Again off with the shirt! What's up with that? He was an old man, but thankfully not creepy. He listened to my heart, and my pulse in a lot of areas. Then asked some random questions. So apparently I have a "normal abnormality"...so it's a heart murmur, but it won't hurt me, and there's nothing you could do anyways. It was a relief to know i'm not daying. Just a little malformed...as always. I don't mind being malformed.

I was still super depressed this weekend, more than usual. That's saying something...for me. I'm not exactly happy, or even undepressed...but I think an uncomfortable cardiologist trip did something. No matter how unhappy i am or I get, I'm glad I'm not dying. That's a start right? It may not seem like much, but I'm glad I'm not dying.

In other news, I can't wait fir SVU tonight. Robin Williams + Liv getting kidnapped = the love. At least tommorow there's a trip, so I'm not going to choir. I will get totally lost on that trip though. I have the worst sense of direction, and I get lost everywhere. 

In other other news, Friday in Writer's Craft will be the most funnest class ever. We're working on the written part of our ISP worth 30% of the project. The good part? We get to write 500-1000 words of whatever the hell we want. Total awsomeness write? Writing what I feel for homework is a dream come true. Writer's Craft isn't so bad anymore. It was bad because of a certain boy who doesn't know what he's missing. And I've realized that I'll always like this boy a whole lot as long as I see him everyday. But I've also learned that boys I like will never ever like me so I should get over myself and realize hope and trying are both for losers. 

Okay, now I stop before my negativity gets even worse. 

Until Next Time, 

Lau