again

So I bled out again tonight. Honestly, it's kind of scary when your skin seeps blood. For some reason it just doesn't seem quite right.

9 days till the knife, we'll see what it brings.

News

Well, I heard today that a friend from high school and my neighborhood died of Melanoma. Awesome.

Two weeks till the knife.

Outside

"It sure is beautiful outside today, and the weather's nice too!"

Oh my, I see my attempts at global warming have finally taken hold. What a glorious day.

Most of you know I love the sun and hate the winter (that whole sun loving thing may or may not have something to do with this whole melanoma thing, I'm not sure tho, the jury's still out). It's too bad the carnival on Rte40 was last weekend and not this weekend.

And I'm leaving the kiddies in charge today!

What a surprise

So I come into work this morning, and guess what? I find out that there's an event tonight that I knew nothing about and have to work. Ahh surprises. But at least I get overtime. So I'm going to spend tonight's event thinking about what I should spend money on. Here's what I have so far, and as always recommendations are smiled upon.

- Pay off debts
- Save for a house
- Go on a vacation
- Buy a car
- Save for a house

Right now I can't seem to get the Audi webpage to work right, so I'm going to hunt vacations. Hmmm, wonder what I'll find....

Too much sad shit lately

What the hell? Between cancer, working to much, VT, my roomate's crappy weekend, and the whole complete woman revulsion force field I employ I've decided it's time for a pick-me-up.

So I've bought the Dan Band cd. It's awesome! Some of you may know that the Dan Band is the kick ass wedding band from the movie "Old School." They do covers of 80s womens songs in a cool, aggressive rocking style.

So when you're feeling down, do yourself a favor and listen to the Dan Band. It's awesome!

I need you now tonight, I fucking need you more, than EVER!

The turdbuckets at NBC

So I was watching tv tonight, as I am wont to do. And my lovely tivo informs me that it's turning the station so I can watch "My Name is Earl." Not surprisingly, however, the news was on.

Let me take a step back here and say that the shooting at VT was a terrible, terrible thing. I won't even talk about that disgusting growth on Frank Beamer's face or how the whole thing might have been lessened if they allowed people to carry personal handguns on campus.

Instead I have a problem with NBC news. About twelve minutes in Brian Williams has an interview with the first two EMTs to respond to the scene. They talk about all the carnage, not knowing if the gunman was going to return, and the general horror of the scene.

It was during this that the terribleocity happened. NBC had the gall to show the EMTs on some kind of weird field camera thing that put crosshairs right in the middle of the EMT's faces. How messed up is that?!? NBC is covering the worst campus shooting in the history of the US and they decide to put crosshairs on the EMTs. Oh well, we all knew that NBC was nothing but a bunch of turdbuckets.

Karl Rove is one sneaky bastard.

Ok, so I've been working a whole, whole lot the last few days. And while I was at work I was thinking about the whole Don Imus thing, and after doing all the math, crunching the numbers, I've decided that it's all a huge plot by Karl Rove.

I mean think about it! Imus was a champion of the independent white male voters that the republicans crave. Their bread and butter! And along comes Don Imus and endorses democrat after democrat after democrat. That's just not right.

So Karl Rove fed the girls from Rutgers some mega steroids to get to the championship knowing full well that Don Imus would say something stupid. Then he used the frontal cortex outrageautron that he had inserted into Sharpton's head. He cranked that baby to the max!

So what happens? No more Imus being used as a conduit for Democrats to talk to independent white males. Genius!

Where's global warming when you need it?

Walking around campus the last two weeks has been a very sad time. It's been cold, what the hell?!? This is the prime time for beautiful spring weather. During class change I should be floored with the amazing parade of short skirts, tank tops, and bared midriffs. And what do I get instead? Jeans, parkas, and those terrible, terrible, horrible Himalayas sherpa boots.

So I finally snapped today. I think I might have heard a rumor, somewhere that carbon dioxide and methane will warm up the atmosphere, so I'm doing my part! My car has been running all day and I had a huge lunch of burritos and apple juice. So basically every five minutes I've been running outside to fart and yelling, "Fly, fly my methane farts, warm the world and bring back my low cut tops and hi cut skirts!!!"

I kind of think I need to have some more coffee.

Um, my bad

Sorry about the last post, Ryan Cormier isn't the fat guy, it's some dj. My bad

I should keep dental floss at work.

Hello loyal readers.

So I'm sitting at work this fine evening waiting for a karaoke contest to start. Although this ain't your greasy bar karaoke, we're talking 600 people on stage mega karaoke with the best singers from all the surrounding sororities. It's just too bad that it's cold and rainy outside, thus limiting awesome outfit potential.

But with all this amazingness surrounding me what's the one thing on my mind? That damn piece of pepperoni from tonight's dinner stuck in my teeth. It's driving me absolutely crazy. I can feel it with my tongue but I can't work the damn thing loose. I really need to start keeping dental floss at work.

And on an unrelated note, some of you Delawareans may know of Ryan Cormier. He's the News Journal's resident pop culture guy. He hangs out at the beaches in the summer and writes about hip stuff. Never in my wildest imagination did I think that he's a four hundred pound mountain of a man. If you combined him, me, and Tony Soprano you'd get Jabba the Hutt.

The power of anger

Never underestimate the power of anger. To a very large degree it's what got me through last time. Let me recap...no, no, there is no time, let me sum up. During the last go'round (that's rodeo speak for you non-Southerners) I had a lot of anger. It started with the hatred of my primary care physician who was so bad at seeing the potentially negative connotations of bleeding darth moles, took three visits before deciding to remove them, and then refused to give me the results of my biopsy for three weeks.

Obviously, that anger sustained me for a long time, and then I went to the awesome Dr. Conti. But my topic was anger. Dr. Conti was like, "Kyle, you needs you some surgery." And I was like, "ok." Anyways, that anger was when my gf of the time said to me, "Kyle, I can't handle this, I need to focus on myself and my goals, and I don't have time for your worries." When was this you ask? Well I'll tell you, it was 3 days before my surgery. Awesome!!!!!

So basically I had white hot rage to sustain me last time. This time you ask? Well this time I had perhaps the most awesome month ever. Let's recap. The gator's won their 3rd national championship in the last 364 days, My roomates bought a totally awesome fifty inch high definition plasma tv and surround sound, my brother got engaged to an awesome girl, two of my best friends got married, I'm amazingly fresh despite the work hell, I got my Karazahn key, and I had my first weekend off since February. So I went into this appointment totally optimistic. Never did I think that anything would be wrong. Five minutes and then a whole day off to goof off and have fun.

Fuck.

This was really a kick in the balls. I never expected it. Best case scenario the biopsies are negative, but I still have 6-8 weeks of stitches and no physical activity. Just as I'm getting back into shape. I was benching 3 sets of 12 at 215. And now I have to stop.

Whatever. I'm not good at words. I'm not sure why but this time is harder than last time. My obscene optimism has been blindsided. It's kind of difficult, and now when all I want to do is hang out with people and enjoy myself, revel in life and all that, I have to work for seven straight days.

I promise not to be so down the next entries. After all, I'm a damn, dirty, red Injun, and I've had a lot of firewater tonight, but it's kind of a downer. I thought I was done with this. Past it. Melanoma was in the rearview mirror. But now it's back worse than before. And I'm a little scared. I'll deny it in the morning, but it's kind of a dark night.

But then I remember what Aragorn said at Helm's deep,
"None knows what the new day shall bring."

I'm gonna be hung over tomorrow, but after that I promise to be happy again.

Back in the game

Hello all,

Well, after a few month's hiatus M&me is back in business! So, yes, I went to my good friend Dr. Conti this morning and he was all like, "Daaaaamn boy!!!! You'se gots some elongated, malformed dysplapsia with abnormal pigmentation, we gonna slice those bad boys right off yo back, snickety snack!"

So yeah, I'm on my way back dealing with this business. I go under the knife twice in May to get 4 moles off and biopsied. We'll have to see what happens. But in the previous few months I've decided to make some changes, and here they are.

Quasimoledos - they served me well. I 've always been a fan of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, but it's time for a change. From now on those sinks of evil will be knows as Darth Moles.

Nickelback - Just kidding, I still hate Nickelback, I mean come on! It's me!

Hershey's Kisses - I appreciate the outpouring of hershey's awesomeness the last time around, but, uh, I still haven't eaten them all, so I'm good. Thanks, though.

Well that's it for now, I'll be blogging, stay tuned!