Ahoy! Six days ago I finally put my eyeballs in front of a laser and got my vision corrected. It's something that I've wanted to do for years, but never got around to doing because of the cost, the worry that I'd miss out on a new technology, and the uncertainty of which procedure to get. As I'm known to do, I researched everything on the subject (... and was then corrected by my friend Hayden who had read even more...) and I'm confident that I got the absolute best procedure.
Your eyball is a disaster. It's not perfectly round. It's probably too squished or too oblong, and the surface has little imperfect bumps on it. The part that laser surgeries deal with is the cornea - the layer of your eye that covers your iris and pupils. The cornea is responsible for focusing light onto the retina in the back of the eyeball, so it makes sense that this is where we focus.
Both PRK and Lasik (the two most popular surgeries) zap off chunks of your cornea to make a nice smooth cornea that perfectly focuses text from tynan.net onto your retina.
On Love, effie
This is so messed up. Cute, but still messed up.
So, A.sweet A.
Do you guys remember him? From "I don't need/want a boyfriend vs. I kinda have a thing". Well, so far no one read it so... Well, I guess it's time to explain it a little bit better.
We've been friends for the last two years or so... We hanged out at school and it just came out easy with him. We were hug-buddies, and we just joked all the time. We started saying (always joking) that we were going to declare our love to the world and... I mean, just silly stuff. Once he even proposed to me, and it was just hilarious. I think I was getting a crush on him, and then, I found out he had a girlfriend. Yep. It sucked, but hey, he was still a real friend.
So, at a party, we were both there, and a friend of him as well (really, really cute). They were both trying to dance with me but since A. had a girlfriend, I didn't want to be the girl to ruin something between a couple, even if I didn't really like the girl because I still had a little bit of a crush on him. Well, whatever, the fact is that at the end of the night, I was making out with M., the other guy. I mean, we kissed, like a lot, and he wanted to get into my pants (even if I was wearing a skirt but... You know what I mean!) but I was like "no no no!", even if he tried for the whole night. Well, honey, if you wanted to have sex, you should have tried to dance with someone else! So, around 5 a.m., M. leaves (you have no idea how mad he was that his night didn't end up how he wanted to!) and A comes in. He's like "well... I guess this is the last time we see each other..." and I started crying, I was like "Really, Effie, what the f*ck are you doing?!" and I just looked at him and... He kissed me. Softly. With infinitely sweetness. "This is our little secret, okay?" "okay".