I Miss You a Hole Punch

I'm sitting here, on the couch in the lounge, taking a much-needed break from studying, listening to the Polar Express soundtrack, and blogging and I'm realizing how little sleep I've gotten lately.

I'm tired!

Also. "When Christmas Comes to Town" is a wonderful song and it makes me happy.

Also, I really want to watch The Polar Express now... and Elf... and Beauty and the Beast....

Oh! Do you want to see my stitches?!? Wait.. do you even know about my stitches? Okay, story time:

So there I was, with a gross sty on my eye and I go to the Health and Wellness Center and they're like, "you should see a specialist" so that's what I do. And then the specialist man goes and cuts it off, which sounds terrible, but 1) it didn't happen quit like that, I skipped a few steps and 2) I've had that done before and compared to the last doctor who I think didn't really know what to do, this was a piece of pie.

So, the point is I have stitches on my eye and I've never had stitches before, as in EVER and I'm kind of paranoid about ripping them and also, do you want to see my stitches?

Okay, never mind. All the pictures looked too gross, which is weird because, I think anyway, it doesn't look that bad in real life...

What else?

Did you know that I think this is adorable?

Because I do.

And the word "tarantism." Look it up, it's a beautiful word.