12/21/2010
          So I had a date today. Exciting! Well, sorta. I was worried I wouldn't look.....well, normal. You see, I am allergic to the guinea pigs and so my right eyelid (no, not both eyelids, like it would be assumed) chaps then splits. Well, this morning, I woke to find that I couldn't open my right eye all the way. I wasn't too worried about it, because it happens all the time. My eyelid splits then scabs over, making it difficult for my eye to open completely. (It opens most the way, it just looks like my right eye is tired is all. I didn't mean it in a freakish way.) But this morning was different. My eye felt different. I almost panicked, because a picture of Andrea's eye came into my mind. I calmed myself down by touching my eye. It did feel a bit bigger, but not like Andrea's had looked. I got down and looked in the bathroom mirror. My eyelid was swollen. I relaxed, it wasn't my eye, and it didn't look anywhere near as bad as Andrea's had. It was just a bit odd to see, that was all. I put ice on it like my mother had said, and took an ibuprofen. within an hour or two, it was down to its normal size. But Rosie, (who was stuck outside, begging to come in) didn't like the look of me staring at her with a towel of ice pressed to my eye. (I honestly didn't like it either....brought back....memories) She just sat there at the window, staring at me. I turned around to tell my mom something, and as soon as my  ice covered face was out of her sight, she started howling and whining to come in. I turned to look back at her and she stopped in mid whine. I turned away again, and the whining started up again. It stopped when I turned around again. *rolls eyes* dumb dog. The date was great, I was a little drowsy from the ibuprofen though.. My friend asked a guy out on a date, and wanted my to double with her. I said I would, but she had to find me a date. She asked one of our friends, if he would double with us, and he was my date. It was fun, we walked through the lights at Temple Square. (It slushed on us) Near the beginning, I "lost connection" with my little toe. (We are pretty sure that I have a circulation problem. I could also have Renaud's later on, since my aunt has it. When I say that I lost connection, I mean that it really feels like I lost connection. My toe, or finger, or whatever it it, feels like its floating. It doesn't feel connected. It happens when its cold or when my leg falls asleep because I sat on it too long. Its really scary sometimes, because it doesn't just last a few minutes or seconds. This last one lasted the whole time we walked around Temple Square. That was for about an hour or so.) Had a good time though. :)