booklists!

As I'm typing this I am currently done with 3/4ths of The Battle of the Labyrinth. I can't wait to read the final book! And I'm devoured The 39 Clues in 2 1/2 days which just showed how attached I am to the series. Imagine how gargantuan my smile was when I learned that the 10 books were just the tip of the iceberg! There's a second series!!!!! I think I just wet my pants. I'll save Mockingjay for last, since I think it's going to be epic.

Anyhoo I'm not as obsessed as my buddy Dwayne (she's neurotic that way), since I gravitate towards children's fiction while she's showering herself with titles that either fall into the....wait I take that back. She reads a lot of books that I don't even know where to start classifying her.

I'm thinking of busying myself with goodreads as well. I need a diversion from gaping hole of nothingness that is my life. Maybe writing reviews could fill that hole with erm....books.

Oh and here's a picture of our house as of the moment. The structure is around 90% done already, and we're eyeing a December blessing. Just in time for Christmas. Irony comes in epic proportions in my life.

appendix-less

So it's been a few days since that day happened. If you're wondering what that day was, well, it'll take another blog post to really explain it in detail since I have a lot to talk about. Suffice to say this week was a mix of firsts and extremes. The way I'm spending my last week now was light years away from how I imagined myself to spend it. Now I'm rambling now and skirting away from the nonexistent question.

Well folks, a few days ago I woke up and felt intense stomach pain. It was enough for me to not go to school (which is not me at all), and one thing led to another, from the ER I was whisked to the operating room. What I thought was indigestion turned out to be appendicitis.

Now, I'm typing this post without an appendix, which could be likened to Tibet without freedom. OK, I'm exaggerating. Now how does it feel like? Like I said can't do justice to the feeling without devoting another blog post to this. But suffice to say, my inflamed appendix cost me more than comfort. This week is finals week and for the first time ever I was supposed to have three weeks of break. But I think I'll have to defer the happy thoughts until after I take my special exams. Typing without an appendix isn't really a big deal. It isn't liberating, since I'm homebound most of the time. It's a fact of life that we have to let go of certain things that aren't really of use. And since I have yet to read about the miraculous work of my appendix, I'm gonna say good riddance to the little tissue that almost became my death sentence. OK, I take it back, it is liberating. HAHA