Imagine yourself as a baby bird. You sit comfortably in between the twigs that form your home. It's where you feel safe. It's what you've known all your life. Surrounding you are your parents and siblings. You're at ease. But as the years pass, you realize it's time for you to spread your wings and learn to fly as they always say so poetically. You will leave your warm cosy nest behind and move on. By now, it's time for everyone to move on. So slowly, your siblings hop towards the edge of the nest and look the long way downwards. *Gulp* it would hurt to take that descent and hit the floor. But it's time, no going back. Take the leap, and trust that you will know how to fly instinctively. One by one, you see your siblings jump, spread their wings, and fly away, ensuring you that they will make it. You're relieved. But at the same time, you're ten times more anxious. What if you don't make it? What if you're the only one to plummit down?

In some way, that's how I feel. I'm a bit torn between feeling happy and relieved for my friends, who are fitting in quite well, and a feeling of envy towards them. Ah, but it will be alright. Even if I fall down and hit the floor, that doesn't mean instantaneous death =p


I'm currently keeping myself busy with making a cubed bunny plush =3 *lawl*
With the help of this awesome tutorial:

http://aiwa-9.deviantart.com/art/CUBED-bunny-plush-tutorial-102978322

It's looking quite nice, might post some pictures later.
And my birthday party is tomorrow! I'm very much looking forward to it. Though I feel like I still have so much to do XD

Well, nothing more to say. Over and out.

Okay, so I was reading back on some of the stuff that I wrote here earlier.
Most outstandingly of course are the Memoirs of a Wart.

And it was good to see the even more outstanding support I got from LJ.
(No I'm not talking about comments here, since my dear sweet Enako is the my only friend thus far and only one that commented)

Just look at this, isn't this just unbelievably kind? :)


Thank you for this ad, LiveJournal! May warts perish all over the world!

After months of struggle, I am quite positive to say that Mr. Wart is no longer among us.
His wife also passed not much later. And their dog is still more or less present, but his days are also numbered.

They will not be missed.

So why am I wasting time nagging about it here? ...I dunno o.0
*leaves*

Already my 4th day here on LiveJournal, and I have posted two measly sentences so far (not counting this one), *me proud - cough*

Well, I'll actually go and tell you something interesting now then. The intriguing story of a wart, Mr. Wart. A new chapter unfolded itself last Friday *dum dum*

I will start at the very beginning. Mr. Wart was unnoticeable for a great deal of time. Just a subtle little bump under my left-hand ring finger’s nail. It was only after three weeks or so that this bump had grown to a certain proportion causing me to be irritated. After close inspection I came to the realization that this bump was actually a wart, and I was deeply saddened. And you know which five stages come with grief (riiight?), the first stage is denial. To me, this little cauliflower textured wart, did not exist. It'll just pass, it's nothing, those were my thoughts back then. How naive I was...

After the passing of two more weeks, the denial took place for anger. Why is that darn thing not gone yet?! My nail is getting fuggled up!! @!#$%!!!!1. To make matters worse, my ring finger seemed to have had some sort of intercourse (???) with my middle finger, for two tiiiiny puny little warts had appeared there as well (also under the nail, can you believe it?). So now I was stuck with three warts in total. But the one on my ring finger was the biggest, and thus he was named Mr. Wart. The other two smaller ones were named Mrs. Wart and dog (because admit it, women and dogs are still inferior to men).

Anyway, this anger caused me to go whine to my mom. She went to the apothecary the next day, and came home with the Wart-Exterminator called "Formula-W". Which was a this small bottle filled with a glue-like substance, and - when applied - would cause the upper skin to separate itself from the layer of skin under it (whatever the hell that's called). Sounds lovely no? Applying this gluey substance was no easy task. Of course I would get it on the healthy skin rather than on the actual warts. Plus, it took at least 7 minutes for it to dry properly. And in those 7 minutes, I more than once had to get a pluck of hair out of my eye, tug at my shirt, pick my nose or whatever. So it would be all over the place and you could start applying it again, to wait an additional 7 minutes...

After seeing no progress after 5 days, I transcended over to the bargaining stage. I promise I'll be a good person from now on, if you just take the warts away and restore my beautiful nails! I'll do my homework and I won't slap my bf anymore! But it was all to no avail... Mr. Wart & co. did not respond to the Wart-Exterminator, and remained comfortably under my nails. This was also the point in which I started trying some alternative methods. Those mostly involving a pair of nail scissors (not recommended). After the warts kept coming back, I made an appointment with the local GP. She was surprisingly optimistic. "We'll be able to get those away in two treatments, I believe." A rush of hope fell over me. I had my first little bit of luck in this matter, for I could have them treated the upcoming Friday. I had to miss a class on or two on Friday to make it on time (which I found terrible of course), and I would have to cycle 15 min.

But all was good, I arrived on time and I could come to the treatment room (as they called it, I would call it torture room...) after five minutes of waiting. First she had a good look at Mr. Wart and asked me some questions. Then she grabbed a cotton bud while saying, “If I do this right, it’s gonna hurt.” Oh great. She dipped it in the nitrogen and twirled it around for a bit. “This stuff is so cold it’s gonna burn,” she said. Oh great. She took my finger and placed the cotton bud on it for like 15 seconds. Tsk, this is it? I thought to myself, when I felt no pain whatsoever. “Okay, that’s one,” she chirped. She dipped it in the nitrogen again and now moved over to Mrs. Wart and dog. Now if you ever wondered what’s it like to have nitrogen burned into your healthy skin for fifteen seconds, let me tell you, it’s not exactly comfortable. Because Mrs. Wart and dog were both smaller, it was mostly the healthy skin that got burned. But still the amount of pain I was in was not all that severe…yet. When the doctor was done, I happily thanked her - believing that this was the end of Mr. Wart and his accomplices.

Once I was back outside, my fingertips started burning like hell had frozen over (pun intended). Dazzled by the intense pain, getting back home was a risky if not deadly task. Yet I got home in one piece. After six hours or so, the pain had faded and everything had gone back to normal. Except for the horrible smell that came of Mr. Wart. It’s like he had set off an egg bomb in protest. He also seemed nauseous, for he turned a little greenish, and I’m sure he didn’t like the fact that a huge blister had appeared under him. But I was happy to see him like that :-)

After about a week, Mrs. Wart and dog had more or less died and left my middle finger. Mr. Wart must have been really depressed about this, because he turned totally black two days later (I guess he was emo). And then the next day - with a little bit of my help - he finally left my finger as well. You would figure this would be the end of the story, but I’m afraid it isn’t. Just five days later, a baby Mr. Wart started growing in the exact same spot. Mrs. Wart and dog soon reappeared as well. This is were I fell into the stage of depression. To make a long story short (I guess?), I revisited the GP again two days ago and had the same treatment all over again. But this time, all three warts had some sort of layer of callosity over them, so now it would be even more difficult to remove them, but it also meant that I hardly felt any pain this time.

To this very day, Mr. Wart, his wife and his dog are still very much alive. They have been on my fingertips for over three months now, and I hope they will take their leave soon. If not, I’m just going to have to get into the acceptance stage, and simply try to love these bumpy cauliflower-textured bastards.

I thank you for reading the Memoirs of a Wart. In future times, I will keep you posted on this (whether you like it or not).

Greetz,
Catchuppy
 

...isn't all that legendary.

*Has absolutely nothing to write about*

You'll hear more from me later (mysterious no?)

Ciao,

Catchuppy