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Okay, I'm back. The weather these past two days has been icky.

I hate rain. I'm serious.

Well, I don't really hate it, I just hate this kinda rain, the kind we've been having lately. I feel like I'm in the Philippines with all the flooding and fat raindrops seeping through my jacket. I can't even wear my cute Nine West stilettos cause I'm scared I might slip and fall and crack my head open! - (and that wouldn't be a good thing, me being in the Workers' Comp department)

So yeah, I'm not in much of a good mood right now. Weather has that affect on me. I woke up this morning really energized and ready for another day of work and school. I even woke up early this time (6:30 AM baby!)! So I proceeded to the garage cause I wanted to take Frank out for a walk before I hit the shower. I haven't done that in a while. - I meant take Frank for a walk. My mom usually does it for me cause she wants to and well, I'm lazy. So I open the garage door and what to do I see?

Gray skies, a soaked driveway, and a gust of wind penetrate my warm skin. I look down at Frank and tell him, "Sorry buddy, maybe next time." I can totally read the look on his face. He's telling me, "Yeah, I ain't trying to handle my business in that kinda weather." So we went back in and I took my time to get ready this morning. I sooo wasn't feeling going out today. I just wanted to stay home, watch DVDs while cuddled in bed with my mom and Frank, nice and warm in my new comforter. But then reality kicked in and I remembered the piles of reports that needed to get edited and done, and how just last week, I was out for two days due to oral surgery.

So here I am at work. I've been here for about an hour already and I haven't even started on my reports. I've only been able to go through email which I haven't even picked up yet from the printer. I thought I would use this time to write about my mood at this moment. Are you enjoying the venting? I'm sorry if you're not.

I do have other stuff to write about, I swear! It all started on Friday...

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So Friday, I had my wisdom teeth removed. I was put under general anesthesia meaning I wasn't going to feel NOTHING! Thank God for that cause just being able to see it was going to freak me out. The nurse assisting Dr.Roth was really cool. I told her about school, Frank (I tell anybody who is willing to listen about him... I feel like a mommy!), and religion. Then the doc finally came in, injected me several times to sedate me and I was off in la-la land for the next hour or so. It was weird. I remember getting drowsy and falling asleep, but I could also remember the conversation that Dr.Roth and the nurse were having while they were pulling out the bad boys. They were talking about Martha Stewart! They agreed forthcoming that she was headed for jail. Hahaaha, it was so weird! It's like I was in the room and I was invisible or something. I'm sitting there in the operation chair (or whatever you call it), drugged out of my mind, but yet I'm not. I could feel my mouth being stretched open but I couldn't really feel the teeth being pulled out of gums. Man, whatever Dr.Roth gave me, I want more of that! Hahaahah, I'm kidding.

So after about an hour, the nurse woke me up and I was very light headed. I couldn't even stand up and walk to the van so both my mom and the nurse had to assist me. My mouth felt like it had been punched! It was swollen, bleeding non-stop, and throbbing with pain. It was way more unbearable when I got home. I couldn't sleep, the gauze in my mouth had to be changed every 30 minutes cause it was soaked with blood, and I couldn't even sip water! I was prescribed Amoxcicillin (an antibiotic) and Vicodin (a very addictive painkiller) that I had to take very often in the day. The Vicodin sure helped with the pain but I was warned by many that I shouldn't rely on it all the time.

I was so worried all day because at 7 PM that evening, I had my screening for baptism. It was supposed to be the night before but our minister was really busy. I was scared I wasn't going to be able to make it for my screening cause I couldn't drive and I couldn't talk. Ahhhh! Talk about major stress-mode!

Luckily, my mom and Jason came to save the day! I love those two, they're the best ever. I was absolutely babied by my mommy all day. She came in every two hours to check on me, she rented a plethora of DVDs for me: Runaway Jury, Intolerable Cruelty, even Tagalog films! - Noon at Ngayon and another one but I forgot the title. Jason made it just in time for me to catch the last of the screening. By that time, the swelling and bleeding went down and I was able to get my screening done with flying colors. Yipee! I'm really glad I had Jason by my side that evening. What a relief!

So the "hard part" was over. I got home, got everything ready for tomorrow: extra clothes, ironed what I was gonna wear the next day, got the address and directions to the church (for my parents), etc. I slept around 12 midnight and set my alarm for 6 AM. I couldn't really sleep, mostly rested my eyes. I laid there on my bed with hundreds of thoughts circling through my mind. I can't believe I was going to get baptized in a few hours! It was such a big deal to me, a pivotal time in my life where I knew everything was going to change from then on. I just couldn't believe it... crazy! I kept asking myself if I was prepared for this and I kept questioning myself to make sure I knew deep down inside my true reason for deciding to get baptized in the Church of Christ. And the answer was always the same and feeling I felt when I thought it was like butterflies fluttering in my stomach! It's the nice nervous feeling you get when you see the boy you have a crush on, or receive an awesome present. You know!!

I woke up around 6:20 and it's a good thing I did cause my alarm failed to ring. Turns out I set it for 6 PM! Hahahaah, I'm a dumb ass. So I readied myself and headed over to the church first for a quick prayer. Then off to Jason's cause we were going to ride together. I got to San Jose on time and settled myself in. Most of the other candidates were younger than me and I was thankful that it was at this age that I got baptized. Not to say that the younger ones aren't as lucky but as an adult, you tend to be more appreciative of this kind of event cause you are fully aware of its signifigance and all. This journey in itself has been wonderful.

This is gonna sound really corny but during the singing of the hymns, I think I felt the Holy Spirit. This overwhelming feeling of completeness came over me and I let it all out. I cried! It was so weird, I couldn't control it. I mean, I wasn't balling or anything, but I couldn't stop crying. I was so happy and very, very thankful that I was at this point in my life that in just a few minutes, I was gonna get baptized! It was so freakin' cool!

Then it finally came. It was time to be immersed in the holy water. And you know what I did? Instead of walking towards the females' side to get baptized, I walked towards the males'!

It was sooooo E-M-B-A-R-R-A-S-S-I-N-G!!!

I felt so dumb. That was my blooper for the day.

After the ceremony, we all went to Olive Garden to eat. I was so happy that the following people were able to make it: my parents, Jason and his family, James, Janna, Marbey, and Quyen! The lunch was a lot fun even though I had a hard time eating and stuff. I'm truly blessed to be surrounded by such great people. I'm also grateful to have shared this with them. It meant a lot to me and the fact that they took time out of their schedule to celebrate with me is ALL GOOD. Thanks guys!

I still have lots more to write about but I think I'll have to get back to you guys on that. It's about time I get started on these reports. My boss is out of the office till Monday and just because she's gone doesn't mean I stop working. Tsk tsk, I'm so bad. Okay, I really gotta go now.

Bye!