Whether it's your first Bonnaroo or you’re a music festival veteran, we welcome you to Inforoo.
Here you'll find info about artists, rumors, camping tips, and the infamous Roo Clues. Have a look around then create an account and join in the fun. See you at Bonnaroo!!
RIP lil Honda Civic. It's been a fun 16 years. I hope you found me caring and true to you. Sorry I talked about getting a minivan. It's just the room issue with 2 kids and 2 adults and a dog and all the shit you apparently need when having kids.
I'm still getting a minivan though. The GRRRR is we can't really afford a new car right now.
There any 10 year old Honda minivans that you can roll with for the next six years?
RIP lil Honda Civic. It's been a fun 16 years. I hope you found me caring and true to you. Sorry I talked about getting a minivan. It's just the room issue with 2 kids and 2 adults and a dog and all the shit you apparently need when having kids.
I'm still getting a minivan though. The GRRRR is we can't really afford a new car right now.
There any 10 year old Honda minivans that you can roll with for the next six years?
I'll be looking after the holidays. Hopefully, someone needs to sell there soul to pay for it.
On a positive note, everyone has to come to my house now. Driving be damned.
5.5/four tet, daphni b2b floating points, avalon emerson 5.12/neil young 5.19/mannequin pussy 5.21/serpentwithfeet 5.25/hozier 6.12-16/bonnaroo 6.28/goose 6.29/goose 9.17/the national + the war on drugs 9.23/sigur ros 9.27-29/making time 10.17/air
My dad has a mass in his lung. It's huge. It's squeezing his airway so he can't pull any air with that lung. They did a CT and PET scan. The PET scan lit up like fire (WHY do they make it look so scary for fuck's sake?!) The next week they attempted to biopsy it by going down his throat with a scope (a bronchoscopy) while he was awake but heavily drugged and they couldn't keep him out of it long enough to get a good sample. A week later, we met for the potential results which obviously were inconclusive. We scheduled another bronchoscopy for the following week, this time under general anesthesia, and they got 7 or 8 good samples. Another week later, we went in for the results... which were also inconclusive. His pulmonologist thinks the mass was pushing against his lung and they didn't get deep enough, so the samples they got were just inflamed tissue. Anooother week later (yesterday) we met with the oncologist/ thoracic surgeon. He looked at the scans and said he would be absolutely shocked if it's not cancer, we just need to figure out if it's small cell or not so we can start treatment. Because of its placement on the airway, near the aorta, and near the esophagus, he says resection isn't an option. My dad's breathing tests were poor so removing the lung isn't an option. Chemo and radiation it is. But not until after they do ANOTHER FUCKING BRONCHOSCOPY NEXT WEEK. Apparently they have better tools at this other hospital. But if chemo and radiation are our only options why does it matter? My dad didn't remarry so I've been taking him to every appointment. I am so sick of driving so far just to hear "sorry, no news, come back in a week." or to sit alone in the waiting room for hours while they do some procedure that won't even make a difference. I am so sick of waiting. I am so sick of seeing my dad scared and helpless and in pain, and we're just getting started. Plus it's finals week in school and I'm not doing as well as I want to. I can't focus on them. It's just too much.
My dad has a mass in his lung. It's huge. It's squeezing his airway so he can't pull any air with that lung. They did a CT and PET scan. The PET scan lit up like fire (WHY do they make it look so scary for fuck's sake?!) The next week they attempted to biopsy it by going down his throat with a scope (a bronchoscopy) while he was awake but heavily drugged and they couldn't keep him out of it long enough to get a good sample. A week later, we met for the potential results which obviously were inconclusive. We scheduled another bronchoscopy for the following week, this time under general anesthesia, and they got 7 or 8 good samples. Another week later, we went in for the results... which were also inconclusive. His pulmonologist thinks the mass was pushing against his lung and they didn't get deep enough, so the samples they got were just inflamed tissue. Anooother week later (yesterday) we met with the oncologist/ thoracic surgeon. He looked at the scans and said he would be absolutely shocked if it's not cancer, we just need to figure out if it's small cell or not so we can start treatment. Because of its placement on the airway, near the aorta, and near the esophagus, he says resection isn't an option. My dad's breathing tests were poor so removing the lung isn't an option. Chemo and radiation it is. But not until after they do ANOTHER FUCKING BRONCHOSCOPY NEXT WEEK. Apparently they have better tools at this other hospital. But if chemo and radiation are our only options why does it matter? My dad didn't remarry so I've been taking him to every appointment. I am so sick of driving so far just to hear "sorry, no news, come back in a week." or to sit alone in the waiting room for hours while they do some procedure that won't even make a difference. I am so sick of waiting. I am so sick of seeing my dad scared and helpless and in pain, and we're just getting started. Plus it's finals week in school and I'm not doing as well as I want to. I can't focus on them. It's just too much.
I love you, Maddie. You are such a good daughter, and mother, and sister, and all around person. Please let me know if you need me to forge any homework assignments or beat anyone up who stands in your way.
My dad has a mass in his lung. It's huge. It's squeezing his airway so he can't pull any air with that lung. They did a CT and PET scan. The PET scan lit up like fire (WHY do they make it look so scary for fuck's sake?!) The next week they attempted to biopsy it by going down his throat with a scope (a bronchoscopy) while he was awake but heavily drugged and they couldn't keep him out of it long enough to get a good sample. A week later, we met for the potential results which obviously were inconclusive. We scheduled another bronchoscopy for the following week, this time under general anesthesia, and they got 7 or 8 good samples. Another week later, we went in for the results... which were also inconclusive. His pulmonologist thinks the mass was pushing against his lung and they didn't get deep enough, so the samples they got were just inflamed tissue. Anooother week later (yesterday) we met with the oncologist/ thoracic surgeon. He looked at the scans and said he would be absolutely shocked if it's not cancer, we just need to figure out if it's small cell or not so we can start treatment. Because of its placement on the airway, near the aorta, and near the esophagus, he says resection isn't an option. My dad's breathing tests were poor so removing the lung isn't an option. Chemo and radiation it is. But not until after they do ANOTHER FUCKING BRONCHOSCOPY NEXT WEEK. Apparently they have better tools at this other hospital. But if chemo and radiation are our only options why does it matter? My dad didn't remarry so I've been taking him to every appointment. I am so sick of driving so far just to hear "sorry, no news, come back in a week." or to sit alone in the waiting room for hours while they do some procedure that won't even make a difference. I am so sick of waiting. I am so sick of seeing my dad scared and helpless and in pain, and we're just getting started. Plus it's finals week in school and I'm not doing as well as I want to. I can't focus on them. It's just too much.
I love you, Maddie. You are such a good daughter, and mother, and sister, and all around person. Please let me know if you need me to forge any homework assignments or beat anyone up who stands in your way.
I love YOU, Alisa! So lucky to have your kind heart and asskicking ways in my life. You are such a good friend. <3
To add to everything, my 33 year old brother had a heart attack last night. He's ok, but seriously? Can this please stop? I had a good sob fest to my mom and step dad tonight. I get siggy here next week and bacon will be here in 26 days. All of those things help a lot. I need to be better about focusing on the positives.
I love you, Maddie. You are such a good daughter, and mother, and sister, and all around person. Please let me know if you need me to forge any homework assignments or beat anyone up who stands in your way.
I love YOU, Alisa! So lucky to have your kind heart and asskicking ways in my life. You are such a good friend. <3
To add to everything, my 33 year old brother had a heart attack last night. He's ok, but seriously? Can this please stop? I had a good sob fest to my mom and step dad tonight. I get siggy here next week and bacon will be here in 26 days. All of those things help a lot. I need to be better about focusing on the positives.
Sendin' you and yours all the best wishes right now, girl. Just know you're awesome!
I love you, Maddie. You are such a good daughter, and mother, and sister, and all around person. Please let me know if you need me to forge any homework assignments or beat anyone up who stands in your way.
I love YOU, Alisa! So lucky to have your kind heart and asskicking ways in my life. You are such a good friend. <3
To add to everything, my 33 year old brother had a heart attack last night. He's ok, but seriously? Can this please stop? I had a good sob fest to my mom and step dad tonight. I get siggy here next week and bacon will be here in 26 days. All of those things help a lot. I need to be better about focusing on the positives.
Oh my goodness! When it rains it pours.
I'm glad you have some solid inforoo reinforcements coming soon!
My dad has a mass in his lung. It's huge. It's squeezing his airway so he can't pull any air with that lung. They did a CT and PET scan. The PET scan lit up like fire (WHY do they make it look so scary for fuck's sake?!) The next week they attempted to biopsy it by going down his throat with a scope (a bronchoscopy) while he was awake but heavily drugged and they couldn't keep him out of it long enough to get a good sample. A week later, we met for the potential results which obviously were inconclusive. We scheduled another bronchoscopy for the following week, this time under general anesthesia, and they got 7 or 8 good samples. Another week later, we went in for the results... which were also inconclusive. His pulmonologist thinks the mass was pushing against his lung and they didn't get deep enough, so the samples they got were just inflamed tissue. Anooother week later (yesterday) we met with the oncologist/ thoracic surgeon. He looked at the scans and said he would be absolutely shocked if it's not cancer, we just need to figure out if it's small cell or not so we can start treatment. Because of its placement on the airway, near the aorta, and near the esophagus, he says resection isn't an option. My dad's breathing tests were poor so removing the lung isn't an option. Chemo and radiation it is. But not until after they do ANOTHER FUCKING BRONCHOSCOPY NEXT WEEK. Apparently they have better tools at this other hospital. But if chemo and radiation are our only options why does it matter? My dad didn't remarry so I've been taking him to every appointment. I am so sick of driving so far just to hear "sorry, no news, come back in a week." or to sit alone in the waiting room for hours while they do some procedure that won't even make a difference. I am so sick of waiting. I am so sick of seeing my dad scared and helpless and in pain, and we're just getting started. Plus it's finals week in school and I'm not doing as well as I want to. I can't focus on them. It's just too much.
Mads, i am so so sorry to read this! Sending hugs and love you and your dads way!!
At least half of everythin' that could have gone wrong at work today absolutely did. And to top it off I had no fucks left to give. None. But it was a bad day fer that.
While we were sleeping someone came in our home and stole a netbook (that was next to a huge 17" gaming laptop which they didn't take), a bag of herb, and a box of wine that was on the back deck. They also took a small bag of herb and a pipe that was in my car's center console.
Everything is replaceable, it's the fact that there was someone in my house while I was sleeping that I can't stop freaking out about.
While we were sleeping someone came in our home and stole a netbook (that was next to a huge 17" gaming laptop which they didn't take), a bag of herb, and a box of wine that was on the back deck. They also took a small bag of herb and a pipe that was in my car's center console.
Everything is replaceable, it's the fact that there was someone in my house while I was sleeping that I can't stop freaking out about.
Kinda sounds like it would be someone you know/familiar with your house. Ive had green and pipes taken from my house before, but not any of the expensive electronics in plain sight. Laptop might of just been a spur of the moment thing while they were there. Thieves are usually pretty stupid with electronics so you might be able to trace them if you access your cloud.
While we were sleeping someone came in our home and stole a netbook (that was next to a huge 17" gaming laptop which they didn't take), a bag of herb, and a box of wine that was on the back deck. They also took a small bag of herb and a pipe that was in my car's center console.
Everything is replaceable, it's the fact that there was someone in my house while I was sleeping that I can't stop freaking out about.
Kinda sounds like it would be someone you know/familiar with your house. Ive had green and pipes taken from my house before, but not any of the expensive electronics in plain sight. Laptop might of just been a spur of the moment thing while they were there. Thieves are usually pretty stupid with electronics so you might be able to trace them if you access your cloud.
The herb and bowl were sitting on the couch next to the laptops, so I think it was all just a grab and go. This is going to sound weird but in the 10 years we've lived here, I think we've had 2 people over, total, and that includes family. I don't like people in my house, in general.
I live in a very high crime city, and I'm assuming whoever did it was on foot and just looking for easy targets. I forgot to lock the front door and my car, so I can only blame myself.
Kinda sounds like it would be someone you know/familiar with your house. Ive had green and pipes taken from my house before, but not any of the expensive electronics in plain sight. Laptop might of just been a spur of the moment thing while they were there. Thieves are usually pretty stupid with electronics so you might be able to trace them if you access your cloud.
The herb and bowl were sitting on the couch next to the laptops, so I think it was all just a grab and go. This is going to sound weird but in the 10 years we've lived here, I think we've had 2 people over, total, and that includes family. I don't like people in my house, in general.
I live in a very high crime city, and I'm assuming whoever did it was on foot and just looking for easy targets. I forgot to lock the front door and my car, so I can only blame myself.
Hmm, sorry about the circumstances. Your right, prob just a quick B&E from that prospective.
The herb and bowl were sitting on the couch next to the laptops, so I think it was all just a grab and go. This is going to sound weird but in the 10 years we've lived here, I think we've had 2 people over, total, and that includes family. I don't like people in my house, in general.
I live in a very high crime city, and I'm assuming whoever did it was on foot and just looking for easy targets. I forgot to lock the front door and my car, so I can only blame myself.
Hmm, sorry about the circumstances. Your right, prob just a quick B&E from that prospective.
I'm even more pissed now because I found out they also grabbed our really nice bluetooth room speaker. I used that every damn day, fuuuuuuuuuck.
My dad has a mass in his lung. It's huge. It's squeezing his airway so he can't pull any air with that lung. They did a CT and PET scan. The PET scan lit up like fire (WHY do they make it look so scary for fuck's sake?!) The next week they attempted to biopsy it by going down his throat with a scope (a bronchoscopy) while he was awake but heavily drugged and they couldn't keep him out of it long enough to get a good sample. A week later, we met for the potential results which obviously were inconclusive. We scheduled another bronchoscopy for the following week, this time under general anesthesia, and they got 7 or 8 good samples. Another week later, we went in for the results... which were also inconclusive. His pulmonologist thinks the mass was pushing against his lung and they didn't get deep enough, so the samples they got were just inflamed tissue. Anooother week later (yesterday) we met with the oncologist/ thoracic surgeon. He looked at the scans and said he would be absolutely shocked if it's not cancer, we just need to figure out if it's small cell or not so we can start treatment. Because of its placement on the airway, near the aorta, and near the esophagus, he says resection isn't an option. My dad's breathing tests were poor so removing the lung isn't an option. Chemo and radiation it is. But not until after they do ANOTHER FUCKING BRONCHOSCOPY NEXT WEEK. Apparently they have better tools at this other hospital. But if chemo and radiation are our only options why does it matter? My dad didn't remarry so I've been taking him to every appointment. I am so sick of driving so far just to hear "sorry, no news, come back in a week." or to sit alone in the waiting room for hours while they do some procedure that won't even make a difference. I am so sick of waiting. I am so sick of seeing my dad scared and helpless and in pain, and we're just getting started. Plus it's finals week in school and I'm not doing as well as I want to. I can't focus on them. It's just too much.
Really sorry to hear this, Maddie.
Three years ago, I was just wrapping up one of the worst half-years of my life (stay with me). When I got back from Bonnaroo 2012, I had just seen my two favorite bands of all time, Radiohead and The Beach Boys, at my favorite place and all I wanted to do when I got home was tell my girlfriend, who I was living with at the time, all about my amazing experience and bask in the afterglow. Instead, she wouldn't talk to me and just kind of moped around the house before telling me that she'd been seeing another man while I was gone (she's now engaged to that guy with a kid; she was 11 years my senior). We broke up, and I was devastated. I did some things that were positive--I started exercising a lot more frequently--but I was generally miserable in the months that followed--lonely, self-loathing, and depressed. I don't think it was specifically because of my breakup; I think it was just a bad coincidence, a perfect storm--I just happened to be face a bout with depression at the same time I was going through this other stuff.
In August, 2 months later, I finally went on another date with a girl I'd had a crush on for a while. I had 2 big, heavy beers, but I didn't eat because my stomach was feeling a bit off. I felt fine physically, but when I was driving back from the bar, I forgot to turn on my headlights. I got pulled over for not having my headlights on, the cop smelled alcohol on my breath, I blew a 0.10 (.02 above the legal limit of 0.08), got arrested and charged with a DWI. This was about three weeks before I was starting my senior year at UNC.
Throughout the first half of my senior year, I could not focus on my schoolwork at all. I was previously an excellent student--got straight As my two years at community college and had a 3.72 GPA my first two semesters at UNC. However, for that first semester of my senior year, I let everything fall by the wayside. There were days when I had a hard time even getting out of bed, even when I had work and school. I had signed up to complete a senior thesis, which was going to be an entire, 1000-line collection of poems, and whenever we had stuff to do, I'd rush something an hour before class, which was obviously far from my preferred writing method. I didn't take pleasure in writing any more. It became a stressor rather than something I enjoyed and wanted to do. I'd come up with a litany of excuses to tell my professors for why I couldn't make class and then tell my boss at work I was stuck at school so that I didn't have to come in until later. Things went on like this for just about that entire semester, and it was only by the graciousness and understanding of my professors (despite the fact that I probably didn't deserve it), as well as lots of emailing, that I passed all my classes that semester.
I thought things couldn't get any worse. Then, in December, they did get much worse. On the day I finished my last final, I remember feeling like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders; I felt immense relief on my drive to work that day, and I felt like I was finally starting to find my way out of the dark woods of depression and hard luck. This next part I'll never forget as long as I live. When I was on the highway, I got a call from my dad. He was calling to tell me that my brother, the kid who'd been my best friend in the entire world from the day he was born in 1994, the person I loved most in the entire world, the happiest kid I'd ever known, had cancer. It was almost worse to find out that he'd been sick the last two months and was afraid to tell me because he knew I was busy with school, and was just now in the hospital for chemo treatments. I cried and cried and cried for days and days and days. I couldn't understand why this string of things was happening, what I had done wrong, why this all had to happen at once. I pitied myself, remarking that if any of those things hadn't happened, I might've been doing pretty well in life, and might've even been allowed to find happiness. I thought that maybe I didn't deserve happiness, or that happiness, permanent happiness, was an impossible dream, or that I just didn't have the natural predisposition to attain happiness.
Do you know what happened? I visited my brother. A lot. I talked to him, a lot. Even though he didn't want to talk about the cancer or really about anything. I told him that I loved him as much as I could, even when it was met (as it was often) with just a perfunctory "love you, too." I wallowed some more too, of course, but I just made it a priority to be with my brother, to tell him that I loved him every day, to talk about my brother with others, to talk about my brother with my family, to talk about my brother with my brother. Once again I was faced with having to do all this while finishing up my senior year at a very difficult school. And it wasn't easy, and I stretched myself incredibly thin. But by May, I'd finished my senior thesis--my first collection of poems (many of which ended up being about my brother). The next month, I graduated from UNC. A month later, I went to my last Bonnaroo, and well...you of all people know what kind of time I had there seeing Paul McCartney. Six months later, I got a phone call saying that my brother had officially gone into remission. Three months after that, I realized I was miserable at my record-store job, put in my two weeks without another job lined up, and before my two weeks were even up, I found another, awesome job bartending at a music club. Then I found another awesome job at the bike shop to supplement it. A year later (with a lot of good and bad mixed into that year, and way too much drinking), I met the love of my life. Right now, at this very moment, I'm about to get engaged, I'm applying to grad schools (enough to where I feel reasonably confident that I'll be able to get in somewhere), I talk to my brother every day still, and I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, by a mile.
Was there a point where everything suddenly turned around for me? Nope. Was everything in my life awesome and grand and healthy after my brother went into remission? Of course not. Was I able to fix everything that was wrong with me and my life? No, because part of life is the constant process of fixing and renewing and remaking yourself, finding and creating and giving old love and new love. But I'm healthy, and happy--very happy--, and grateful for both those things, having experienced the lack of them very recently. It's impossible to be happy all the time, and sometimes it feels like life conspires to make you unhappy. But just remember, that this, too, shall pass. Love you Maddie, I hope all the best for you and yours. Your pop will be in my thoughts during the holidays.
Thank you, Kyle. I'm so scared. We did find out it's malignant and the appointment to talk about treatment is on Christmas eve for fuck's sake. It's hard because my life IS otherwise good right now. I am happy and loved. All this bad stuff almost feels like a separate reality. But then sometimes I start to really think about it and all the worst case feelings come out and I feel so helpless. I do know I will be ok. But I'm doubting how much more I can handle.
I've missed your long-winded love. Your post made me smile through tears. Stick around please. A$AP Rosko
Being unable to afford Christmas gifts for those you love at the tender age of 31 is the most embarrassing thing I've felt in quite some time.
Ugh, I'm sorry, that sucks. I bet they would love anything you made them just as much if not more than anything you could buy. You have incredible talents.
Being unable to afford Christmas gifts for those you love at the tender age of 30 is the most embarrassing thing I've felt in quite some time.
If they really cared about you, they would understand your situation.
Christmas shouldn't be about materialistic bullshit anyway. You don't need to buy and give things just to prove you love people.
No it isn't about materialism, but it is about being able to show celebration or appreciation and a nice gift has always been part of me. I used to spend hundreds on trinkets for old friends (who actually don't even speak to me anymore) - just to show that I appreciated their existence, though it was never reciprocated.
So in a lot of ways the only happy thing I have left from Christmas is my ability to make my brother, mother and father smile when I surprise them with something they actually like. In a lot of ways I just hate the holiday season because it reminds me, how truly alone I am in my life.
If they really cared about you, they would understand your situation.
Christmas shouldn't be about materialistic bullshit anyway. You don't need to buy and give things just to prove you love people.
No it isn't about materialism, but it is about being able to show celebration or appreciation and a nice gift has always been part of me. I used to spend hundreds on trinkets for old friends (who actually don't even speak to me anymore) - just to show that I appreciated their existence, though it was never reciprocated.
So in a lot of ways the only happy thing I have left from Christmas is my ability to make my brother, mother and father smile when I surprise them with something they actually like. In a lot of ways I just hate the holiday season because it reminds me, how truly alone I am in my life.
Hugs Deto! Lots and lots of warm smothering squishing hugs.
I feel like shit because I currently hate everyone in my Facebook feed who had a happy Christmas with their significant other and/or family. I'm so cynical and pessimistic right now