Saturday April 12, 2008 was one hell of a day...

First, I visited the University of Delaware and was struck by it's awesomeness...leaving me with a tough decision of either that or Rochester Institute of Technology...two awesome schools, but only one choice...I hate decisions like that...

Second, Dad wanted to show me some dorms that we didn't see earlier that day. So we're just walking along when we come to an intersection. I hear a female scream, and then WHAMO!! we witness a pick-up truck crash into a sedan. We gave a statement and may be called upon should this whole thing go to court, we may have to go back down there to testify or something...we live in Massachusetts, so that would kinda be an inconvenience...geez, that's one thing that's been burned into my retinas... o_O No matter how many movies you watch, real life events are always nerve racking...

Lastly, Dad and I were on our way back to the car to go back to the hotel for the night. We were just chillin' on Main Street when we heard a woman yelling. A leashed dog had managed to escape the woman's grasp and was running down Main Street (in the opposite direction, mind you). After about five seconds of many signals in me debating whether or not to do something, I finally bolted after the dog. It was a good thing the cars behind us stopped 'cause we were runnin' down that road like there was no tomorrow! I even lost a shoe in the process! (Hey, it was falling off and was making me run funny.) Shortly after, I see a guy running even faster than me appear, and he managed to convince the dog to run down a small opening into a little park area. The dog was headed straight for a couple people on a bench, but when they reached out, the dog did a 90 degree turn. The other guy dove for the leash, but missed. Finally, the dog jumped over a concrete wall (not very tall, though), but the leash stayed behind and got caught, ending the chase. I climbed down and let the dog sniff me, then gently patted the dog to show that I meant no harm. The owner (who was very grateful) and the dog were reunited, and I started back down Main Street. I picked up my shoe from the road (fortunately on the far left side, away from the returned traffic), and casually walked back to Dad (who was waiting patiently), and returned to the car.

The thing is, all of these events have built off of each other. If I had been adament about not visiting UDel this weekend, I would not have realized it's awesomeness. If Dad and I had not done some extra wandering and resting, we would not have witnessed the accident. If we had not gone to the police station to give more information/make sure everything was straight (didn't wanna wrongfully accuse anyone) nor decide to take a little walk down Main Street after supper, I would not have had such an adrenaline surge (which I was sort of in the mood for earlier in the day by chance).

Isn't it weird how life works sometimes?

Which makes me realize how much I've gone through in my life...I've only been 18 for a short time, but I've been tested for Marfan's Syndrome, had a CAT Scan, had three chest tubes, been opened up for lung surgery three times, been stuck with a catheter whilst awake, woken up with a ventilator three times (two of which I was not supposed to), have been X-Rayed enough times that I'm surprised I'm not glowing yet, and have been pricked in the arms and hands for blood tests and IVs so many times that I just don't care anymore (bring on the vaccine shots, people). And next week, I'm going under the knife again to remove extra bone/cartiledge on my left leg.

Well, good news is I've yet to see death...and let's hope it stays that way.

In Flash 8 production news, there will be very little progress made on anything this week. It is tech week, and I have work and other things to take care of as well, so the only real down time I'll have is late at night, and I'm not going to bed late this week. I'm too tired for that...but come next week, I'll be in full Flash 8 game design, hopefully to finish up DeRoze Picross once and for all.

~Pelo

P.S. Those of you who read through this whole thing are good sports.