Another Saturday. been a while since I popped in here.
DwI taping was awesome, as it generally is. Caught part of the Pride parade last Sunday, but was busy wrangling cable whilst DwI host did some on the street interviews. Fun, but didn't actually catch alot of the parade.
Awesomest thing Sunday night/Monday morning... okay, mixed sort-f. Got kicked out of a party but ended up haning out with the sweet guy I have a crush on at his apartment. We listened to his records (anyone heard of the Virgin Prunes, they're awesome! Buying a cd as soon as I got the dough...), had rootbeer floats, and even ended up cuddling on his couch!!!
Nothing else happened of course, but it was still hella awesome and I'm still swooning...
Bad shit too... found out Tuesdau that my Mom, who's been battling(and winning) ovarian cancer for the second time (since around Januray, the first time was about 3-4 years ago) just found a small tumor in her breast. It sounds like she'll be having a double mastectomy as soon as it can be set up, she's got doc appts towards the end of next week. I'm trying to figure out how to go there for a couple weeks and make sure I can pay rent in August. I was just trying to find a shity job to work till school starts in a coupla months, but since I'll be leaving town in a week or so...
It actually doesn't sound that bad for Mom, though she's really sick of dealing with this shit... she lost her Mom to cancer when she was 12 and one of her sisters 3 years ago, as well as a close friend. And she's seen other friends and family suffer from it. She's hella tough though, and I am sure she'll make it through okay.
And of course this has me thinking about my own health. I'm 27 and cancer seems to be hitting the females in my family younger and younger. I'm kinda freaked out. I'm nowhere near as tough as Mom and I'm already somewhat unhealthy, broke, and such. Damn. And it really seems hella likely I will have to deal with this, quite probably in the next 5 years...
I should quit smoking, exercise, eat better, etc. But I can't help thinking, fuck it. If I die, I die. I mean... It just seems really likely to my mind that I am gonna die from this shit anyway so what's the point in putting too much work into living?
Heh, that was cheery... well happy saturday folks!
DwI taping was awesome, as it generally is. Caught part of the Pride parade last Sunday, but was busy wrangling cable whilst DwI host did some on the street interviews. Fun, but didn't actually catch alot of the parade.
Awesomest thing Sunday night/Monday morning... okay, mixed sort-f. Got kicked out of a party but ended up haning out with the sweet guy I have a crush on at his apartment. We listened to his records (anyone heard of the Virgin Prunes, they're awesome! Buying a cd as soon as I got the dough...), had rootbeer floats, and even ended up cuddling on his couch!!!
Nothing else happened of course, but it was still hella awesome and I'm still swooning...
Bad shit too... found out Tuesdau that my Mom, who's been battling(and winning) ovarian cancer for the second time (since around Januray, the first time was about 3-4 years ago) just found a small tumor in her breast. It sounds like she'll be having a double mastectomy as soon as it can be set up, she's got doc appts towards the end of next week. I'm trying to figure out how to go there for a couple weeks and make sure I can pay rent in August. I was just trying to find a shity job to work till school starts in a coupla months, but since I'll be leaving town in a week or so...
It actually doesn't sound that bad for Mom, though she's really sick of dealing with this shit... she lost her Mom to cancer when she was 12 and one of her sisters 3 years ago, as well as a close friend. And she's seen other friends and family suffer from it. She's hella tough though, and I am sure she'll make it through okay.
And of course this has me thinking about my own health. I'm 27 and cancer seems to be hitting the females in my family younger and younger. I'm kinda freaked out. I'm nowhere near as tough as Mom and I'm already somewhat unhealthy, broke, and such. Damn. And it really seems hella likely I will have to deal with this, quite probably in the next 5 years...
I should quit smoking, exercise, eat better, etc. But I can't help thinking, fuck it. If I die, I die. I mean... It just seems really likely to my mind that I am gonna die from this shit anyway so what's the point in putting too much work into living?
Heh, that was cheery... well happy saturday folks!
Anyways, I have been a volunteer at Radio K since....get ready.....1996. Yup, coming up on 10 years next summer. Student the whole time? Unfortunately yes. The funnier part is that I started college in....1993. Now you see how I REALLY want to finish!!!
Nice to meet another Radio K music lover. I don't DJ too often these days. I will, however, be hosting the MLC on my birthday this July 24!
Good luck to your mom and of course, yourself.
Oh, and ha ha, polar bears dont live in Alaska, sadly I only know because I live in the hell hole.