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#17
12-17-2001, 09:17 PM
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Update
Hello Everyone. Yes, I'm back home now. A bit shaken, very bruised, but at least I'm still vertical, which as at least one of you is aware of, is an improvement over this morning. How much to tell? Better question; how much do I remember?
 I woke up late, so I quickly threw some clothes on, gathered up my bags and headed out the door. No shower. No breakfast. No time to sit and wake up. Unfortunately, by the time I had woken up and walked out the door, there was no way I was going to be able to make it to my ride in time. Realizing this, and starting not to feel quite right, I had enough sense to drop off my bags at my office in Admission. I vaguely remember telling the secretary that I would be back shortly. I could hardly see straight as I walked across campus to the nearest phone. Inside the building I tried to call Information looking for a number to a taxicab service, but could hardly dial the phone let alone stay standing. I remember sitting down, completely drained of color, on the floor and thinking that if I stood up, I felt as if I was going to pass out. At this point, the room started spinning, but I knew that I needed some cash, so I shakily stood up and headed to the nearby ATM. The last thing I remember was punching in the amount I wanted to withdraw and watching the money come out. After that, the next thing I remember is waking up between the ATM and the wall, on the floor. Thinking to myself, "I have no idea where I am", I pushed myself up and off the floor, and stood up, leaned against the ATM and decided that something wasn't right with me and that I needed to sit down. A study lounge was only five feet away. The lights were off, and as campus was closed, there was no one around. I don't believe I made it three steps before I fainted again. This time, I woke up a few minutes later and noticed that the money I had just withdrawn was scattered around me. I gathered everything up and crawled onto the couch where I sat there in the darkness listening to the sound of voices in the distance. After I felt that I could stand up again, I made my way across campus, back to my room, and immediately stepped into the shower. Since the world was still spinning, I sat down and just let the water pour over me. When I crawled out of the shower, I wrapped the towel around me, and I remember heading to my bed, laying down and trying desperately to get ahold of someone to talk to as I was shaking so badly. When I did, they calmed me down, helped me relax, told me to get something to eat, and then attempted to get in touch with Kris to tell him what was going on. Eventually, I was able to stand up long enough to get dressed and meet a taxicab downstairs, pick up my bags, and make it to the airport on time. The day thereafter went much better. I stayed vertical and conscious! The flight went well, although we hit a bit of turbulence. But, apparently, when I fainted I hit my head on the way down, and possibly cracked the bridge of my nose. My shoulder is badly bruised, and overall, I still can't shake this groggy feeling and I've been walking around in a daze all day. I can guarantee you that I will be lectured about this for days to come, possibly even months, and will be watched carefully. Including the fact that my mother is insisting that I don't drive to a party tonight on the opposite side of town. So, I made it. Barely. Thanks for the well wishes everyone. I apparently needed them. 
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12-17-2001, 09:37 PM
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Yeah, that's real fucking funny dumbshit.
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12-17-2001, 11:58 PM
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Dante: Dang, I'm sorry to hear about your misfortunes of the day! It is good to see that you did make it home in one semi-solid piece, though!
On an off-note: Am I the only girl who finds "Titanic" to be sorrowfully disappointing? I honestly don't like the portrayal of history given(and that is outside my giant disliking of L. DiCaprio himself).
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12-18-2001, 05:13 PM
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i can't believe they would actually care that you're there.... if i was there and they asked me why i was still there, i'd just tell them to fuck off my plane's on monday
what's a rent-a-cop gunna do??
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