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12/31/2002 entry: "A Walking Concussion's Diary"

I have a fun story.

I was leaving Kevin's house tonight, and I thought I saw some movement in the street. Having inherited a paranoia gene from my mother's side, I naturally stare in that direction to see if it was a cat, a trick of light, or a horrific monster. Being also half Polish, from (guess where?) my mother's side of the family, I try to get into the car while doing this.

Recipe For Disaster with a capital "OH FUCK!"

So naturally, I hit my head on the top of the car. In fact, scratch that. I didn't hit it. I WHACKED it. I PLOWED it into the car. It was something that would only happen in a movie-- sound effect included. It actually made that WHACK sound.

So allll the way home, I'm thinking "Oh shit, I'm going to have a concussion.. I can't go to sleep if I have one, right? Cause I could die? Ohhhh shit."

I researched symptoms though. Here's an excerpt of a conversation discussing said symptoms...

Rachels storm: haha one of the symptoms is persistent confusion. i guess they mean abnormal persistent confusion, caaaause i could apply that to myself

tomato hazing: yeah, in that case, you're just in permanent concussion.

Rachels storm: haha

tomato hazing: i should get you a t-shirt made that says that.

Rachels storm: haha yeah

tomato hazing: hell, let's start a band just so we can call ourselves that.

Rachels storm: haha alright!

Rachels storm: okay, i'm not in a coma, i'm not having convulsions, i'm not vomiting, i have some muscle weakness and drowsiness but i'm pretty sure that's just from being tired.

There you go. Nobody worry, I should be fine.

However.... if I should ever die suddenly, I would want someone to go on my journal and post what happened. Everything. Details. What the funeral was like. Etc. And I would want my sites and journal to stay up forever. Well, until the internet dies. I think if I died suddenly, it would be my only way of still kind of existing to the world.

I haven't had a good New Year's Eve for... a while. I've stayed home the past two years, I believe. But this year, I think I'll have a good one. Kevin's coming over. It'll be nice. <3

Okay, bedtime soon. Later. Cross your fingers.