I got contacts, but you know what I can't do? See better. It's possible that I may even see worse. I can't tell. Well, when I take them out, and realize that my vision is bad, the blurriness is different than when I have them in. It's like wearing dirty glasses. You can see better obviously than if you didn't have them on, but they're dirty, so it's a whole new problem, and one more irritating because you're not used to it. Turns out that the only problem with my vision is that I have Astigmatism (which I always thought up until yesterday was a stigmatism, the "a" being
just an improper pronoun, "stigmatism" being the noun.) Anyway, dictionary.com defines it as:

a·stig·ma·tism ( P ) Pronunciation Key (-stgm-tzm)
n.
A visual defect in which the unequal curvature of one or more refractive surfaces of the eye, usually the cornea, prevents light rays from focusing clearly at one point on the retina, resulting in blurred vision.

So, I see double. I guess the worse it gets, the more split the light goes and more it seems like double. I mean, it doesn't seem like double to me until I'm looking at a light and then I put my glasses on and THEN it really seems like two images coming together to form one. Until then though, it's all relative to me. I see long, blurred, overlapping images and define that as one without realizing I'm seeing two. Well, now I know better, so
now, everything "looks" double to me now only because I know NOW that they are. See what I'm saying? Anyway, the doctor wouldn't believe my greasy-tears problem. She refused to accept it. She just sorta looked at me and was like, "Your eyes have moisture, it's good." I'm like, "No, but so much moisture that the world looks like an impressionist painting?" So, here I am, wearing my contacts, and I can't see shit. I mean, she SAID this is my prescription, but I'm telling you, I cannot see as far as I did with my glasses, and even with those I know I needed a stronger prescription. I'm sorry, but if I can't read the damn sign on the highway, then I NEED a stronger pair. Don't tell me I don't. I can't see. I KNOW I can't see, I want YOU to help me because THAT'S WHAT YOU DO. And don't tell me that I don't have greasy tears. I think I know.

Okay, so anyway, my sister's wedding was out of control awesome. I went so smoothly that it may have been the fastest day of my life. Every minute was planned from the hair going up to the last song of the night. It was a beautiful, happy day, and there could never be a wedding more perfect than that one. Well, hopefully whenever I have one, it'll be just as happy.

So, it's seem to be a fact that I feel weird if I don't have Stern in the morning, then Friends and Will and Grace in the afternoon. I know, it's like an addiction, but they stabilize me. I haven't had that since last Thursday, and now it's Wednesday, first time with Stern and Friends and Will and Grace, and I feel normal. Not that I felt bad before, but it's like a messed up pH if I don't have those things surrounding my day. And yes, I know how sick that sounds, so shut up.

Let's see, what else has been going on...the move is coming up Very-Hella-Wicked soon. Can't even go into that. Mixed emotions there. I mean, I'm happy I'm moving. I know why I'm going, I know I don't regret it no matter what, I know it's going to be the beginning to a part of my life I can't quite even imagine yet, but nothing is scary like the scariness of leaving home, even if it's not the first time. I don't think there is that much a person can do to prepare for the emotional side of it...well, other than distraction anyway, but even distraction is just a delaying of the inevitable - the nervous breakdown when it hits you that you ARE far, that this ISN'T a temporary change, that THIS is your new life. Yeah, I'll do my share of crying, and that WON'T mean I wish I wasn't there and that I wish I hadn't moved. It'll just be all part of the adjustment. You'll be there to witness, so if you don't like my depressing entries, you'll have to steer clear of those when it happens.

Of course, then there are the fun parts of moving. I'll share all those perks too.

What else, what else?? Jesus, I think I just have NOTHING to say about anything. All I've been thinking about is scheduling, planning, organizing. Creativity has been the last thing on my mind.