*hug* You still haven't gotten it??? What the hell.... >_<;;; I'd like to know what happened to it, I bet it got ruined. ;_;
Alex, yuh, we're aware. Jamie's supposed to fix it, but she hasn't. So I dunno. I don't really care, I don't have anything to do with the website. *lol*
Actually, the only one that mattered to me was Kyoh, so I didn't CARE. XD
YES. OMFG YES. O___O If you would, I would be in such debt. O__O Oh, and they've released Tokyo Mewmew in english! I saw it at the comic store. :D

Let's see. I have nothing to say, really.... I lack anything to say because I've been stuck heeeeeeeeeere.
Someone save me.
Word up homies, I be home and chillin' in mah native crib yo.

Ribby, it doesn't matter to me what I get, I love them all. X3 But I especially <3 Misha. But seriously, it doesn't matter. *glomp*

Thank you for the well-wishes. :D *hug*

Well, my stay in the hospital was brief and somewhat troublesome. I will post my commentary on it here for those who don't read my lj...

Okay, so on Thursday I went to GAD (the local hospital adolescent rehabilitation/psychological treatment/re-socializing unit). I got there, got a tour, did a million sheets of paperwork saying that I wouldn't kill/maim/destroy anyone/thing/myself. Then I got a room. The rooms are groupings of four beds split in half horizontally so that each big room is kinda semi-not-so-private. I was the only one in my room, because Liz (a patient) was going home on a weekend pass, Mary (another patient) was getting discharged, and Amanda (another patient) was away also on a pass. So I was alone. Duh nuh nuh. The bathroom was right next to my ridiculously uncomfortable (though adjustable) hospital bed, and my assigned desk had so much graffiti in the drawers I just dumped my stuff in there to block it out.

In the room next to my shared unit room was a singular bedroom which was occupied by a girl named Andrea (aged 13). Andrea took to liking me right away and made it her personal duty to inform me of all the ward policies. She also kept harrassing me to draw things for her and everyone else plus their mother. Oh well.

In the room next to Andrea's, also a single bedroom, was Alex (age 11). Alex is schitzophrenic and extremely prone to violent fits, and he has a weird obsession with cars. He also screamed all night every day that I was there and thus kinda deterred from any chances at sleep after lights-out.

The next room over was another block unit room with four beds, this one for the guys. In residence at the time I came in was Jason (14), a bisexual and passive-aggressive kid in on a rap for being violent, and Joe (16), a really big italian boy who was also in for violence and spent most of his time drooling due to the amount of heavy sedatives he's on. He also hits on anything remotely female. Then another boy came back from his day pass, Francis (15), who's korean and thinks he's god's gift to all things living and/or dead/inanimate. He took to following me around because though he insisted I was "totally unattractive", I was the most normal in the ward. That didn't last long, since I had a psychofit the following day and screamed at him and just about everyone else. He spent the rest of the weekend being a sore loser because I kept winning monopoly, survivor, jenga, and any other game we played, so he often resorted to insulting me and making me feel generally more depressed than I was.

The food sucked. Hospital food is the devil. I mean, ew. Whipped turnip with formed slabs of meat. Ew. Ew. Ew.

The nurses were all pretty nice save for Paul (who pissed me off by telling us over lunch that we were being denied our weekend passes due to SARS quarentine, thus spoiling everyone's mood and appetite). Dr. Handelman was around a lot, which was also quite nice, because he was a familiar face and I was rather grateful to see him. He decided to take me off of cytomel (which was causing my heart problems and the hyperactive thyroid problem) and put me on prozac (which I am yet to start because the weekend was spent weaning me off celexa).

Anyway, the hospital was pretty much put in gridlock despite the fact that they denied having anyone with SARS in the facility. Everyone had to wear a mask and there were no visitors allowed. our groups were cancelled save for the two educational periods, we weren't even allowed outside on the deck for fresh air, and we weren't allowed to do ANYTHING. The only reason I am home, though, is because they are running out of staff to monitor GAD and all the non-emerg cases are being discharged.

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