So, my dad started this thing where you can go to see my medical updates and how I'm doing, if you're seriously concernd. :] its www.caringbridge.org/visit/emmageiger  check it out. sign my guestbook. I'd love it if ya did.

Anyways, its been a productive week ;]

I started a home school type thing where the teacher calls me on the phone and we talk about math for a half hour. I find it a lot easier than flipping out about missing school, and then trying to go and sit there for 90 minutes. I can tell that this is going to help. I'm also doing government this way. Not sure whats up with spanish or orchestra. bleh.

I'll probably do that for the rest of the quarter... maybe.

Everyone has been stopping by my house lately. I feel weird about it though because I look like crap. I blame the tube. I can't wear my jeans or anything right now though because I don't wanna disrupt it. So I'm in sweats all the time. And robes and PJs. I feel like a lazy bum. I wanna go out and do something. I've been cooped up to long.

I finish TWILIGHT and am now on to NEW MOON. (jocelyn, thanks for telling me about these books. they're amazing)

Going to the gastroanterologist tomorrow. More blood tests, I assume. They're gonna check my esaphogus cells and make sure the bad ones are gone. Then tell us when we're going to go to the Mayo Clinic for more studies. Joy.

My mom, Harlen, and I are going to look at a house in bethal. Its a four bedroom, five acres, house and its pretty cheap. I'm very excited. I keep dreaming of this house thats a four bedroom and has a lot of land, so maybe this could be it. Although it is kinda far away. 20-30 min from where I am now. But I am dying for change.

 A few other good things happend this weekend. But I'll mention those later.

*i have the hiccups* I'm getting pissed at my roomate. She thinks shes all that and a bag of chips. Apparently she's got something similar to what I have, but it just started like, Thursday. So, she's all upset because she can only eat blan foods. They're over there talking about pizza and jello, and I'm sitting here, crunching extra loud on my ice chips. Thank God I'm not bitter about it. *hiccup*

I finally saw dylan and luke for the first time in ages today. I'm sure they were bored out of their minds here, but they stayed a pretty decent amount of time. They brought me these kick ass flowers. All the nurses keep saying "Woah, what kind of flowers are these?" This one nurse even said she was going to google them, and that they were her new favorite. Lol :)

Matt came by today too. It was nice. He stayed about 20 minutes, and had to go quick, cuz his mom was outside. he said that he might come by tomorrow. I heard Sophia might come, and Ashley might come. Probably at separate times.

I'm really sad right now. not sure why. Its like, everything totally hit me today. And not to sound conceited or anything, but I don't diserve this. What did I ever do? I mean seriously. Urg. *hiccup*

I have to twirl this tube thing so that it doesn't "crust over" as the nurse so loveingly put it. Kinda like when you get your ears pierced. I think just hearing that makes me wanna puke. (but I'm not gonna)

Going to the bathroom has become less of a chore. Woo hoo, right?

My stomach is full of air and it keeps fluttering out of this tube. Like a captivated fart. Ah, magical...

I'm becoming anti-social I think.... I'm not likeing this.

The only thing I like about the hospital is that I'm able to catch up on my reading *hiccup* I'm reading Twilight by Stepenie Meyer. So far its really good. Thanks to Jocelyn for the recommendations ^_^ People keep asking me if I want anything, so finally I just told them I wanted this book. Next I'm gonna ask for New Moon and Eclipse (I believe those are the right titles) But wow, I can't put this book down. xD

I might go to bed early tonight.

My mom and sister are coming at 7.

Better crank the morphine...

I mean, just recently I went to a funeral, even though I didn't really know the girl who died, and it was extremely depressing. The church was silent; and all you could hear were the heavy sobs of her mother and others. I felt really bad.

However_
when I die, I do not want it to be all sad and stuff, because, now, thats all I know that girl as. A sad person with a sad family. (I do get sad during death, and i believe everyone does, don't get me wrong, I don't want to come off as one of those people who don't show emotion) I want my death to be a celebration of my life. For the most part (so far) I've had a pretty good life, with many funny - embarassing - weird - awkward momments as you can imagine. I feel that with the end of my life; people should bring up the best parts. Just like when a TV show goes off the air; the whole week before the "final episode" they show reruns of their best shows, and highlights. I guess this would be the only time I could compare my life to a sitcom... well, hopefully.

My funeral preferances would be;
-have uplifting music / an awesome band playing all my favorite songs
note; they may need alot of persuasion.
-have each close friend come up and share a funny story they had with me.
-everyone wearing bright and happy colors, instead of black.
-poster boards full of pictures from my life (from my good side)
-people smiling and laughing