Piratical heart surgery?

So of COURSE this would happen to me. I look like I had freaking heart surgery. Or got into a fight with a pirate. Or both.

Now, I must explain what I mean by this. Friday morning, I was rushing to get ready. And I was finishing up curling my hair. I always put the curling iron on the hottest setting, which is usually between 280-300 degrees (according to this site). Now, what can happen to your skin at 300 degrees? I will tell you.

I dropped the curling iron on to the left side of my chest, and it came in contact with my skin for just a moment. It left a red mark, and to be honest, didn't hurt that bad. However, next thing I knew (aka at work), it had bubbled into two blisters. Now?

It is a savage scab. A really unsightly one too. It is all greenish brown and crusty, and nasty.

So today I went to the health clinic at my job (which is technically only supposed to treat missionaries) and they put a GIANT gauze patch on it.

So people think I was stabbed in the heart or something.

No big deal.

Worth it?

You tell me!

At the end of the day....

The truth is, that life is good.

Because no matter what went wrong, things still go right. No matter how low your grade was on that test you studied for for 8 hours, or how expensive your car repair was, or how crusty your burn mark, or how obnoxious or rude or frustrating your family/friends/roommates are, or how dirty your room, or how boring your homework, or painful your root canal, or white your skin, or inexpressible oppressive the cold, there are so many things that lift you when you're down.

If you mix sugar and yeast into warm water, it still bubbles and grows. If you add flour and eggs, it still turns into dough. And that dough turns into bread.

Music still makes everything better. The dulls brighter and the brights more brilliant. Cat guts and horsehair, nylon and wood, twisted brass tubing - or maybe even a combination of them - still make your foot tap and your heart sing. Watching a friend's face as the music they love pours out of their fingers, vocal chords - that feeling still cannot be beat.

Pillows are still soft, and blankets are still warm.

Sleep is still refreshing.

Basically. things can go as crappy as (fill in the blank with the descriptive phrase of your choice), and at the end of the day, it's okay.

And if its not? Just wait. It make take 3 years, but it will be eventually.

The Count

Here's the current count:

Days it has snowed so far: 2
Times I have cried because I was cold: 1
Types of warm beverages purchased: 5 (4 kinds of herbal tea and hot chocolate)
Percent of leaves that have fallen off their mother tree: 65

Level of happiness: 5. Of 6. Higher than it's been in a long time.

Life is good. I have figured things out. I feel healthier than I have in a very looooong time.

Things I have realized change about my needs in winter:
1) I need to cry. On a regular basis. Just because

2) Carbs. I need them. Eggos are amazing. So are homemade baked goods.

3) Sleep. In the summertime, I need very little sleep. When light is scarce and the temperature lowers, I have my own version of hibernation. I just eat a whole bunch of food and sleep for about 12 hours. I function optimally when running on 9 hours of sleep. I function on a basic level at 7. Below that and you are looking for angry, frustrated, emotional, or in any other way unpleasant.

4) Hobbies. Winter forces me inside, so I remember that I play the accordion, and that I like to sew and write. And bake.

SO. This begs the question: What, if anything, does a change in the seasons mean for you? What random needs do you get as the days shorten (or lengthen)?

Haloween

Second post of the day.... but I needed to update about haloween. Me and a few friends decided to dress up and take a photo shoot in the desert of Utah. If you want to see pictures of all of the costumes, click here. 
However, I was pretty proud of my costume, so here it is.

Just so you know....

So.

Getting over it.

People find such satisfaction in passive agressively telling someone to "get over it". Most of the time, that phrase follows trivial stories of passing disappointments, mild irritations, or minute disagreements. However, sometimes, in the more extreme cases, people refuse to see the gravity of certain situations.

Just because you don't get it doesn't mean you can dismiss it.

Now, I need to make a distinction. It's not that we want to wallow in the experience, growing soggy and pruny from its murky, dull pain or momentary excstasy. It's more wanting to feel everything, experience it all before giving it up. Like an otter pop. Sucking the life essence out of the flavored ice until only the frigid exoskeleton remains. Pushing the emotions all the way from my heart and brain, through my fingertips and toes.

Now, this make take longer for some than others. So here's what it is; don't tell me to get over it. To just move on. Let me feel it all the way through. And if you don't understand, then that is your problem and not mine. Have you ever considered that maybe some people just feel deeper than others? Because that is, indeed, the case.

Now. Just to let you know of a social experiment I am now performing, this is the gist:

I don't need to apologize to you unless I meant to cause you harm. If my statements offended you and I didn't mean it, then that is more your problem then mine. Realize that not everything is about you and not everything is a direct attack on your person, and then maybe you'll get what I mean.