On December 17th, I woke up to what I thought would be an average Sunday. I’d start the day off with some breakfast, some Christmas joy, and some studying. However, my body had different plans.

Right after eating, I felt really sick. I had a pain that felt like someone was repeatedly hitting me in the stomach with a baseball bat while a young, skilled asian masseuse was awkwardly massaging my intestines. I remember leaving my math book on my desk and going to bed. My dog was there to comfort me. I’d just sleep until my stomach would settle.

Suddenly, at the very instant that I fell asleep, I woke up and immediately started throwing up off the side of my bed. I couldn’t control it, so my mom ran in with a trash can as I continued gloriously spewing my breakfast out of my mouth into the trashcan. I remember attempting to speak to my mom, but quite hilariously, every word was cut off exactly in the middle with the sound “BLUAGH AHHH AHHH.”

Disarranged, I happhazardly walked to my parents’ bed and fell asleep in there, only to wake up seconds later to the same barfing confusion that I had experienced earlier. My mom wrapped me in a blanket and we went to the Emergency Room.

Here, I was quickly put in a room and covered with a number of blankets, even though I had a fever. I was very cold. They took some blood samples and hooked me up to an IV machine. As they pumped nutrients into my blood stream, I fell asleep.

Some other hospital stuff happened, including me watching a few minutes of I Love Lucy, but eventually, they pushed me out on the stretcher to the second floor. Everyone was staring at me. Here I was, this helpless boy, hooked up to an IV machine, covered in blankets, being wheeled around the hospital like an old, dying man. We took the elevator up and and they stopped me off at the X-ray room to do a CT scan. The doctor said I might have to take out my appendix and this was a test for appendicitis.

The X-ray was pretty much the most difficult moment there. Maybe it was the long tube they inserted into my behind, or the fact that they arbitrarily requested that I hold my breath for two minutes, but I remember crying. On the inside.

Then they took me back down. When they were wheeling me through the hallways I remember telling my mom that I wish I had a camera, because this would look really cool on film. The white walls, the reflective mirrors, and the doctors walking by made me really want to shoot it.

Next, they wheeled me into a room next to an old woman. She was complaining a lot and wishing to die, so it kind of made waiting for the x-ray results even more unnerving. Finally, the doctor came back and said I didn’t have appendicitis. At least this terrible day wouldn’t end in surgery.

My dad rushed in and took a series of pictures of me looking disgruntled and confused:

I came home and around 11:00 PM, Brenda visited me. I wouldn’t go to school the next day, only the doctor’s office. I spent most of Monday sleeping, and I didn’t eat for two days.

Now, I’m typing this, missing my second day of school, and I just ate my first meal in two days, soup and crackers. At least Christmas vacation is right around the corner!

There’s a new movie on the site, Press Space Bar To Resume. After 4 seperate days of filming, and a day and a half of editing, here it is. I think it’s a very interesting concept for a movie, as well as an experiment in new camera and editing techniques.

Also, this site is sort of like myspace, because comments give me a jubilant and gleeful satisfaction.

Honorable Mention: On day two of editing, Brenda was kind enough to bring me food, while I sat in my chair. She went on to play with my dog while I continued.

Here are some screenshots you may or may not enjoy: (And by may not I mean will)

It’s Winter and that can only mean one thing. Misty needs to wear her jacket to keep warm.