ouchie! i know, it's been a long time since i blessed you all with me scintillating recounting of my early months . . . but alas, one must wait for the best things in life. so i just got back from the doctor. 4 big a** needles . . . and let me tell you, just because we can't say anything, doesn't mean it don't hurt. that piercing scream and my face turning red . . . that means, CUT IT OUT! i really don't appreciate being somebody else's lab experiment. i'm convinced that nurse woman didn't know what she was doing . . . it really shouldn't hurt that much. mom says that supposedly, i don't have to go through that again for awhile. thanks goodness.
anyways, in other news, the doc reported that i am a whopping 25th percentile in size (can't remember whether that was weight or height). in any case, rumor has it i'm asian . . . so i'd like to say that there's hope that i'm merely setting the bar low and providing myself upside to overachieve, but alas, i think i am cursed with the genes commonly associated with "short person syndrome." on the one hand, i feel i should be satisfied with the 25th percentile . . . but have you ever thought about the implications? i mean, as i think about my future ivy league education admissions process, i'm supposed to be in the 99th percentile on my SATs . . . and that just puts me in the game. can you imagine what the 25th percentile is?!? geeeesh . . . i know, ugliness! i can't start settling at such a young age with such mediocrity. so . . . the only way is . . . i'm going to have to invent the antitode to cure my "short person syndrome." in any case, i'll get back to you on that one.
oh well, anyways, that's it for now. c ya!
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