I was reading an article about 8 rare diseases online and found something very intriguing. While all the diseases were very intriguing one stood out to me the most.  This disease is called Complex Regional Pain Syndrome. For people who have this disease, a simple touch of the hand, leg, or other body parts can feel like a gun shot. A simple touch feels like agonizing pain. I learned that the disease is a dysfunction of the nervous system and can affect any part of the body. Sometimes a simple touch can actually result in severe injury. While reading about this disease i was thinking about how awful it would be to live with such a thing. A person couldn't or would have very little intimacy.  A person couldn't play sports and would always have to be very cautious of every action and everything around them. I especially feel bad for children who have this disease. They have all that energy but are restricted to use it due to their disease or if they're not that careful are in constant pain. There are medications for this disease that don't cure but do improve symptoms. I hope they find a cure for this disease. That be nice.

I don't have many stories on this topic. Any I have are usually, funny or sad. I didn't have many people to trust when I was younger (as apposed to now, when I have actual friends). I remember only one person who I really trusted...he was my science teacher.

In 7th grade, our class took a trip to Costa Rica. This trip is a major part of our year, and it's also a chance for us to use our spanish and learn more about a new culture. One of the things to look forward to is the Sky Trek zipline. It goes over the canopy tops of the rain forest and you can see everything from 1000+ feet in the air. Everyone was really excited to do it...well not everyone.

I was one of the people who was nervous (scared out of my mind). I watched everyone else go off on the line, I was too scared to move. I felt like my legs were jello and I wanted to crawl into a hole. I was up next. I still couldn't move so the teacher moved me aside and let everyone else go ahead.

I was up again. I ended up clinging to the side of the railing, bawling my eyes out. Everyone was telling me that it would be ok and that I had nothing to worry about, but all I was thinking "Really? we're over 1000 feet up in the air, and being held up by a pully!"

I felt like a punk, everyone else could do it easily, but I couldn't even step up. I was about to turn back until Andy (my science teacher at the time) stopped me and asked if I would feel better if I went with him. I felt a bit better but because it was too much weight, we couldn't. I calmed down and went anyway. He said he would be right behind me the whole time. Because of his kindness, I was able to go on everyone of the ziplines as well as help a few people who were scared on some.

I was able to get through it because of Andy, I trusted him enough to. I trusted him because he wasn't just a cool teacher (like the many I've had at SLA) but because he made me feel safe, like a good teacher would. It may sound odd, but it's true and I would gladly go back to Costa Rica and do it again.

I am so upset! I just posted this whole story for saturday! I posted it ! then I clicked "View blog post"! then I came back to the editor deleted the stuff (since the story was already posted and started writing another one. i finish the story entitled, "Late", just to  go and "view blog post" as well. So then I go to the forum to double check if everything was there and u know what!? The Saturday one was REPLACED with my "late" one. So this is my story about loosing my original Saturday story.. (SMH) so disappointing. I refuse to write it over. So yea. Bye..

I sleep too late..
I wake up too late..
I get to School Late..
I get to saturday school late..
I was late to my own sweet 16...
My menstrual cycles are always mixed up and late...
I submit Moodle assignments late unintentionally even by a minute...
My train to work always breaks down or something happens to make me to work late...
I eat too late..
I drink water too late....
I used the bathroom when it's late...
When It's late and I wake up I cant go back to sleep...
I take sleeping medications too late; witch result in the waking up late...
I would say I'm reliable.. Just don't expect me to be there early.

Because we all are.

Today I am going out to breakfast for my dad's birthday, even though his birthday was actually last Tuesday.  I am sitting here waiting for my mom to get out of the bathroom so I can get a shower. She is taking sooo long.

Later on, I am going to have band practice with Fawn and Freda.  It's be too long!  Then, I have work from 5pm-9pm.  I hope it's not stressful.

School tomorrow is going to suck.  Once again, I am going to be exhausted!

I have work today. I hope it's nice. I hope everybody working there is really happy and nice. I hope the people coming to eat are really happy and nice too. I just want the day to go by fast and smoothly. I hope I won't be stressed today. I think it's going to be busy though because it's so nice out today.