My attention span, I have realized, directly correlates to my workload.
The larger the workload, the smaller my attention span.
Which, I presume, is why I have found about 4 hours worth of interesting things to do today that do not involve homework or college apps in the least. Curse you, internet.
drew:
…Can I send it back?
That’s exactly what I wanted to say. I had about 10 really smartass things to say back. But I couldn’t. I was frozen. Speechless.
Zip back a few weeks. I had parted ways with Strands, and got the most amazing opportunity with GOGII in LA as Director of Community. Dream job.
A move to LA was imminent. But first, a trip home to Philly to visit the folks and friends on the east coast. I hadn’t gotten to see them much.
I noticed a lump on my neck. Not huge, but being that I’m in lots of pictures and perhaps may look at myself in the mirror a bit, it was noticeable. I talked to my mom about it, she’s a nurse. She suggested it could be anything. An infection, etc. etc.
On my trip home to Philly I decided to stop in to see my family Dr. Hadn’t seen him in a while, plus I wanted to get rid of whatever I had.
He ordered a CTscan and bloodwork immediately. Again, could be anything. Plus I had no symptoms, no sore throat, aches, nothing. Good stuff.
The CTscan showed a mass in my neck and chest. He passed me on to a wonderful Oncologist. He ordered a lymph node removal and biopsy.
Less than a week later, I got a diagnosis.
I said nothing as the Dr. told me. I was prepared for anything or nothing, but mostly the worst case scenario, since I’m a bit of a hypochondriac.
Tests were ordered to “stage” the Hodgkins. A week went by with a few tests…heart scan, lung test, PETscan, bone marrow biopsy (ow. for reals).
Stage 3, the Oncologist told me before I got my first chemo treatment yesterday. One of 12 over 6 months. Every 2 weeks.
I have Cancer.
Before I was staged, I spoke with a friend of mine about it and shared an idea I had for a site called BlameDrewsCancer. See, I am trying to stay lighthearted and optimistic that since studies show that Hodgkins Lymphoma is 90% curable…I should do SOMETHING.
I’ve been blaming my cancer for everything. Lost keys, wallet, Phillies losing. Sixers picking a bad coach. Twitter going down and/or being slow.
Surely cancer can’t withstand that type of beatdown. But why do it alone? I wanted to welcome ANYONE to blame ANYTHING on MY cancer. I’ll find a nice company or a few who will match each unique person on Twitter who blames something on my cancer using the hashtag #BlameDrewsCancer, with a dollar that will go to the American Cancer Society and Make a Wish Foundation.
My life is changed forever.
I have cancer, but cancer doesn’t have me.
I also have the best family, friends, colleagues, and co-workers any person could ever wish for.
I will win. And I will dedicate all I have in me to help others who are far worse off than I am, and I will do what I do…educate.
Cancer discussion upsets some people, makes them uncomfortable. It is nothing to run away from. Medicine is amazing these days. Technology is amazing.
I will share my experiences here on my blog.
And if my blog ever goes down….then I’m just going to #BlameDrewsCancer
When really, Mary was a whore. One day, Mary got knocked up after a random hookup with a local sheep farmer. Afraid to tell Joseph (her bf at the time), Mary made up an elaborate back story involving God and a magical “virgin pregnancy,” thus creating Christianity.
Crisis averted.
It should be long enough to cover the business, but short enough to be interesting.
Simple pleasures
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Today I realized that the world “bed” actually looks like a bed. MLIA
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Statistics show that as the number of churches in the United States increases, so too does the number of prostitutes.
New Game: exit hunting.
Basic Concept: Go to any public place, preferably an outside mall (inside ones work too), and see how many places the exits in the back of the stores go.
Once You’re Pro: See how many people you can get through the exits before store attendants get suspicious.
Bonus: Running from security gets you bonus points (getting caught does not).
Sleep is a cheap whore.
She services everyone that calls on her, anywhere, anytime.
She does the job, and everyone’s always willing for more.
Sleep is a girl with no self-esteem.
All she wants is your attention, but you always find something more interesting than sleep.
She’s always waiting on you with baited breath, eagerly counting the minutes until your next visit.
Sleep is a weekend girlfriend
You stand her up nearly every day of the work week, always “too busy” for her.
But she’s always willing to take you back when you come begging on the weekends, no questions asked.
Sleep is the office slut.
She’s constantly the topic of water-cooler discussions.
Everybody’s had her, she’s no new thrill.
But I can’t get enough of her.
- Malena Carollo
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Where’s your sense of adventure?
I fell asleep in my favorite teacher’s class today…
I think he saw me. I feel like I let him down. I’m going to apologize tomorrow, but before that I think I’m going to adopt a steady diet of morning tea; less caffeine and no addiction (that I can foresee), and a whole lot less of me feeling like a jerk.
You want something. You want something bad, but you don’t have the guts to go get it. And that makes you want it more.
That feeling in your stomach every time you think of it, like you’re being propelled forward towards it, but hook tugging behind your bellybutton roots you to the spot. You need it.
So here is my challenge: Tomorrow, go get it.
Set your jaw. Take a deep breath. Place one foot in front of the other.
And do it.
You know you want to…
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the amount of color that they can put into tattoos is fantastic
