Ladies and gentlemen! Come right up and take a seat; it's story time!
This is a rescue mission people. A straight up rescue mission. Of my pharmacy school name tag. A name tag? Yes. My name tag needed rescuing today. And here is the account of how I, along with semi-help from The Student Nurse, saved it.
I had a lab today, Pharmaceutics to be exact. We compounded capsules. It was great! I had never done anything like that before and it was so fun. I just love pharmacy school. I get to have so many great experiences that I wouldn't get to have anywhere else. But that's not the point. Or actually, it lends to the point because in this lab, I have to wear a lab coat every time we meet. On my lab coat, I have to wear a name tag. My name tag is very special because it has my name on it (duh) and the name of the school, and it just looks super fancy. I really love it. It makes me feel kind of superior...
Anyway, The Student Nurse came to school with me when I had to go to lab. She was going to sit in the computer lab and do homework and such while I was in class. Two hours later, and I am done with lab. I took my lab coat off, but left my name tag clipped on. It is important to note here that my name tag is two pieces and held on clothing by a magnet.
So I walk into the computer lab and sit beside The Student Nurse. In the computer lab, there is a long countertop across one wall that is pretty tall, like a bar, and there are rolly seats that you can sit at while at the counter. The Student Nurse was sitting at the counter, at the end, so I sit beside her. I was really tired so I throw my book bag on the floor and throw my lab coat on the counter. The Student Nurse and I talk for a little while, with me overusing the word "viscous". I was really thirsty, and she just wasn't budging, so I told her that my mouth felt very viscous. She told me that she didn't like that word, so I kept repeating it, trying to get her to leave.
Finally, she started to pack her stuff up. I pick up my book bag, throw it over my shoulders, then grab my lab coat. Apparently, my name tag on my lab coat got hung on the crack between the counter and the wall. I didn't notice that it was hung up, so I kept pulling on my lab coat. I feel a small snag, look back, and I see my name tag fall in the crack. Now, the crack is just big enough for my name tag to fit in there. And not much else can get int he crack because it is so teeny. You might think, "Doesn't the crack between the wall and the counter come out the bottom too?" No. It was caulked on the bottom and not the top. Now, that was not the smartest decision that a builder has ever made let me tell you.
So there my name tag, my precious name tag that I worked so hard for, lying in the crack between a wall and a counter. The Student Nurse doubles over laughing so hard while tears well up in my eyes. I can't see of any way that I am going to be able to get it out. But I am not going to give up without a fight. That is my name tag and the crack CANNOT HAVE IT!
The Student Nurse, between gasping breaths for air, mentions getting a nail file and trying to scoop out the name tag. I do happen to have a nail file in my bag, because I carry my whole life in my bag. I carry everything in my bag, except for my bed, and I have even Stumbled Upon beds that would probably fit in my bag, and I am going to look into it.
So I dig out my nail file, but it's too small to grab the name tag and scoop it out of the crack. I'm panicking. The thought of trying to find a janitor and telling him about my dilemma , and then making him take down the whole counter just so I can get my name tag crosses my mind. I would do it too.
However, before taking that drastic step, I get some random papers out of my bag and fold them over so they are a bit thick. I stick the papers down the crack...and I still can't get my name tag out. Ok, crack between the wall and the counter, you asked for it. It's on.
The Student Nurse, again coming up for air between laughing fits, tells me that I should sit on the edge of the counter, to see if I can make the crack a bit bigger. Now the thought that is running through my mind was this: "I'm going to sit on the edge of the counter, the counter is going to come unattached from the wall, and I and the counter are going to fall to the floor in a crumbling heap. And then I am going to have to explain to everyone how I ruined the computer lab." But, even tearing the counter away from the wall and possibly risking injury to myself, I know my name tag needs me.
So I climb on top of the counter (by standing on the rolly chairs mind you, not very safe). I lean over the crack and stick my folded up papers back in. Then, I scrap the papers along the crack and scoop upwards. What comes up along with the papers? MY NAME TAG!
I finally succeeded in retrieving it from the black depths of the crack. The crack was defeated!
I feel like such a hero.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Watch This!
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Danger!
Snow. It's snowing. It's snowing a lot.
I had to drive in it on my way home from school. It wasn't fun. Actually...it was really scary. Probably the most scary. Ever. Or that I have ever driven in at least. Here's a pic I took as I was coming home. And yes, I was snapping camera pics while driving in this mess. I know...it might have made the drive a little bit more scary than it should have been, but I had to document my fearful journey home.
I wanted to make it large just so you could really see what was going on. Let me break it down for you.
First of all, notice the water droplets on my windshield. That is the snow melting as soon as it hits my window because I have my heater on full blast because I'm freakin' freezing. And my car takes forever to heat up. But, as I was going about 15, on the highway, there was actually plenty of time for my car to heat up before I got home.
Second, look at the position of my windshield wipers. See how they are obscuring the view? That was only the beginning of it. Snow was falling so hard, and so fast, that I literally could not see out my back windshield. The snow was piling up too fast for my back defroster to really work. I think that's a big part of why it was so scary to drive home, I couldn't see anything behind me.
Third, look at the car in front of me. What color is that car? No, really look close. You can't really tell, right? And you can't tell what color the car is because there is so much snow. What you also can't tell about that car is that it constantly had its brake lights on. That's dumb, people! Snow is slick, didn't anyone ever tell you that? Brakes and snow don't really mix that well, so go slow in the first place and tap your brakes, don't ride on the brakes.
Fourth, and i think this is a very important one, notice that I am being passed by a huge truck on the left side. It's snowing, didn't you notice? That means you should probably slow down. Just because you are driving a big truck that has four-wheel drive doesn't mean that you should creep (and by creep, I mean come up behind me really fast and scare the livin' daylights out of me because I couldn't see out my back windshield in the first place) up and blow right by me. You are part of the reason (along with the car in front of me that is riding the brakes) that driving the in snow really sucks.
The last thing that I think you should notice about the picture is this: I couldn't even seen 20 feet in front of me the whole way home. The snow was that bad. Have I said that the snow was bad enough times? It was. Really bad.
Oh, by the way, the color of the car in front of me? It was red.
I had to drive in it on my way home from school. It wasn't fun. Actually...it was really scary. Probably the most scary. Ever. Or that I have ever driven in at least. Here's a pic I took as I was coming home. And yes, I was snapping camera pics while driving in this mess. I know...it might have made the drive a little bit more scary than it should have been, but I had to document my fearful journey home.
I wanted to make it large just so you could really see what was going on. Let me break it down for you.
First of all, notice the water droplets on my windshield. That is the snow melting as soon as it hits my window because I have my heater on full blast because I'm freakin' freezing. And my car takes forever to heat up. But, as I was going about 15, on the highway, there was actually plenty of time for my car to heat up before I got home.
Second, look at the position of my windshield wipers. See how they are obscuring the view? That was only the beginning of it. Snow was falling so hard, and so fast, that I literally could not see out my back windshield. The snow was piling up too fast for my back defroster to really work. I think that's a big part of why it was so scary to drive home, I couldn't see anything behind me.
Third, look at the car in front of me. What color is that car? No, really look close. You can't really tell, right? And you can't tell what color the car is because there is so much snow. What you also can't tell about that car is that it constantly had its brake lights on. That's dumb, people! Snow is slick, didn't anyone ever tell you that? Brakes and snow don't really mix that well, so go slow in the first place and tap your brakes, don't ride on the brakes.
Fourth, and i think this is a very important one, notice that I am being passed by a huge truck on the left side. It's snowing, didn't you notice? That means you should probably slow down. Just because you are driving a big truck that has four-wheel drive doesn't mean that you should creep (and by creep, I mean come up behind me really fast and scare the livin' daylights out of me because I couldn't see out my back windshield in the first place) up and blow right by me. You are part of the reason (along with the car in front of me that is riding the brakes) that driving the in snow really sucks.
The last thing that I think you should notice about the picture is this: I couldn't even seen 20 feet in front of me the whole way home. The snow was that bad. Have I said that the snow was bad enough times? It was. Really bad.
Oh, by the way, the color of the car in front of me? It was red.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Frats...and Subs
Whew...I haven't written a post in a long while, huh? I think school is trying to take me away from my blogging world. HA! Not really, I'm just super lazy.
Nothing much has really happened in my life. I've gone class. I've made some delicious meals, like Coq au Vin. I've slept. I've drank some really awful wine. I've studied (a teeny bit). I've played Wii Fit (YAY!). Oh, and of course, I've showered several times since we last spoke.
But, I've also decided to join a fraternity at school. I know, I'm a girl. But apparently pharmacy school doesn't discriminate between the sexes (except for calling the groups fraternities) and guys and gals are allowed into each fraternity.
"A fraternity," you may ask? Parties, drinking, blah blah. Not what I really want to get into. However, these are community service fraternities. Yes, of course they are going to host parties, but the main purpose of each fraternity is to do good things like raise money for breast cancer or diabetes.
So, I decided I needed to branch out and join one of these fraternities. It is going to look good on a curriculum vitae at least. And that is going to help me get a good job.
This week, each fraternity had a night where the new prospective members could come and get to meet the existing members and find out what each fraternity is really about. There are three fraternities to choose from. At the beginning of the week, I had it narrowed down to two. Not bad. But I was expecting it to be a hard decision.
Fortunately, it was so easy to chose which fraternity I liked the most. This particular fraternity's theme was "Game Night." All the existing members were very nice and welcoming. I had a very good time and I knew that the next fraternity was really going to have to blow this one out of the waters for me to even consider it.
Well, the next night I went to the second fraternity night. This one's theme was "Trivia Night." Did it blow the other one out of the water? Hm...it actually just blowed. It was awful. The existing members basically ostracized the new prospective members by sitting far from us and not socializing at all with us. I didn't feel welcome at all. It felt as if they didn't really want any new members.
So after the really good night, and the really bad night, it was very clear which fraternity I wanted to be a part of. I'm gad my decision making process was made easy for me.
I have the worst trouble with making decisions. For example, I was at Sheets the other day and I was going to order a chicken sub. Did that happen? Nope. Want to know why? Because I had too many choices and could not make up my mind within a reasonable amount of time. There was just screen after screen of choices, from cheese to condiments. I couldn't handle it. It was stressful and horrible.
There is something wrong with me if I cant even make a decision about a chicken sub.
Nothing much has really happened in my life. I've gone class. I've made some delicious meals, like Coq au Vin. I've slept. I've drank some really awful wine. I've studied (a teeny bit). I've played Wii Fit (YAY!). Oh, and of course, I've showered several times since we last spoke.
But, I've also decided to join a fraternity at school. I know, I'm a girl. But apparently pharmacy school doesn't discriminate between the sexes (except for calling the groups fraternities) and guys and gals are allowed into each fraternity.
"A fraternity," you may ask? Parties, drinking, blah blah. Not what I really want to get into. However, these are community service fraternities. Yes, of course they are going to host parties, but the main purpose of each fraternity is to do good things like raise money for breast cancer or diabetes.
So, I decided I needed to branch out and join one of these fraternities. It is going to look good on a curriculum vitae at least. And that is going to help me get a good job.
This week, each fraternity had a night where the new prospective members could come and get to meet the existing members and find out what each fraternity is really about. There are three fraternities to choose from. At the beginning of the week, I had it narrowed down to two. Not bad. But I was expecting it to be a hard decision.
Fortunately, it was so easy to chose which fraternity I liked the most. This particular fraternity's theme was "Game Night." All the existing members were very nice and welcoming. I had a very good time and I knew that the next fraternity was really going to have to blow this one out of the waters for me to even consider it.
Well, the next night I went to the second fraternity night. This one's theme was "Trivia Night." Did it blow the other one out of the water? Hm...it actually just blowed. It was awful. The existing members basically ostracized the new prospective members by sitting far from us and not socializing at all with us. I didn't feel welcome at all. It felt as if they didn't really want any new members.
So after the really good night, and the really bad night, it was very clear which fraternity I wanted to be a part of. I'm gad my decision making process was made easy for me.
I have the worst trouble with making decisions. For example, I was at Sheets the other day and I was going to order a chicken sub. Did that happen? Nope. Want to know why? Because I had too many choices and could not make up my mind within a reasonable amount of time. There was just screen after screen of choices, from cheese to condiments. I couldn't handle it. It was stressful and horrible.
There is something wrong with me if I cant even make a decision about a chicken sub.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
All Shook Up
I haven't had the best of days. Oh....where to start...I suppose it's best to start when I woke up. Or actually, before I woke up this morning. I was dreaming.
I remember my dreams quite a lot. This is radically different from The Student Nurse, who says that she can never remember her dreams. And my dreams always seem to be so weird. Like, this afternoon, I took a nap after I got home from school. I dreamed that I was in a strange house, waiting for someone, but I don't know who I was waiting for. So I was in the house waiting and I decide that since I am there all by myself for an indefinite amount of time, I was going to get naked and dance around the house. There I am, dancing naked in a strange house. Suddenly, I hear a car in the driveway and rush into the bathroom to put my clothes back on, but I can't find them, so I just put on a robe. Then The Student Nurse came home from school and woke me up.
The whole point is, I have weird dreams. And last night, I had a weird dream. Sometimes, even if I remember my dream right as I wake up, throughout the day, the details become fuzzy, so I can't really remember the dream I had last night at the moment, but just trust me when I said I woke up and kind of felt emotionally drained. I did not want to get up. I wanted to roll over and start over. But that was not an option. So I got up.
I go in the bathroom and look in the mirror. This is what I see.
Hair all over the place, crazed expression. My first thought was, "Well, this isn't going to work out today, Kayla." But I took a deep breath and went in full force. Besides, my horoscope said that I was going to look really good today. More on the horoscope thing later.
So I get my hair and face in order. Then I remember that I was supposed to be at school early today for some announcements that needed to be said before class started. I had to hurry. I hate having to hurry. I get up a tab bit earlier than I really need to on most days, just so I won't have to hurry. I almost didn't even have time to make my coffee. I didn't have time to eat breakfast. I had to throw a yogurt in my bag. But I got my coffee, which is what I really needed.
I step outside and I am almost blown over. The wind is so strong all that time I spent on taming my hair is shot in the bud.
I get to school. No problems in the car thankfully. I sit down. I push back the lid to my coffee to take a drink and it spews on me. I hate when that happens. Not a whole lot of coffee got on my clothes, but just enough for me to get annoyed.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, although, I literally thought I was going to die of boredom in my last 2-hour class block. It was torture. However, I did get to hone my Sonic the Hedgehog skills.
I get home from school and I am starving. But I don't know what I'm starving for. Sweet? Salty? Savory? So I just try everything. I take a bite of brownie. Nope. I eat a few sour cream and onion chips. Nada. I'm starting to panic. I look in the pantry and see some bread. Bread, bread, bread....peanut butter. That's it. I take the bread and spread some peanut butter on top and I think I fell in love with peanut butter all over again. It hit the spot. But then after I ate it, I felt bad because I didn't measure it, and I'm trying to lose a bit of weight through Weight Watchers. And you have to measure and count EVERYTHING. I decided to give up on the whole day. I will start fresh tomorrow, right?
So then I took a nap. And had the dream I already told you about. The Student Nurse and I head out to Chipotle. Again, not a good decision, but it's whatever for today. While at Chipotle, we run into The Student Nurse's creepy stalker dude from school. It was really awkward. But kind of fun at the same time. I had never actually seen him in person. If you want to read about the creepy stalker dude, and his friend, read her blogs about him here and here.
After we get back to the apartment from Chipotle, we get started with the Wii Fit. The Student Nurse and I both have Miis, so we switch off everyday on who's Mii we use. Today was my day. I should have know it wasn't going to be pretty after binging on peanut butter, napping, and then hitting up Chipotle. The verdict? Three pounds more. EW. I almost had a cow right here in our living room. Really horrible. But I had a good work out after that. So there is one thing.
After all, this, you wonder what else there could be, right?
My whole identity has been shattered. For my entire life, or well, at least since I was cognitive about this, I have been a Taurus. A stable Earth sign. Tactile. Dependable. Stubborn. I like it. I'm happy with it. I read my horoscope everyday. I don't know if I actually believe it, but it's fun. Don't judge me.
Apparently, however, the Zodiac signs have changed. What? You are going to tell an Earth sign that they need to change? I don't think so. I'm supposed to be an Aries now. A Fire sign. Fire? That just sounds dangerous. I'm not into that sort of thing. So here I am, researching all about this change in the signs. Some say it's been changing forever and someone just now decided to say something about it. Some say that the change is only for those born in or after 2009. Some say it is for everyone. I don't even know what to believe.
I was sitting on the couch in a complete depression over my astrological sign changing. And then something hits me. What the heck am I doing gluing myself to something that probably isn't even real? I mean, really, horoscopes? I should just ask all my life questions to a Magic 8 Ball.
Not anymore. I am no longer a Taurus. I am not going to be an Aries. I am a ME. And that is the only person that I need to identify myself with.
Even though my day hasn't gone exceptionally well, I like this ending. The ending where I had an enormous revelation.
Thank you, thank you very much.
UPDATE (1/13/11, 11:36pm): The Student Nurse referenced me in her newest blog post. It's about our adventure tonight with the creeper in Chipotle. Have fun! :)
I remember my dreams quite a lot. This is radically different from The Student Nurse, who says that she can never remember her dreams. And my dreams always seem to be so weird. Like, this afternoon, I took a nap after I got home from school. I dreamed that I was in a strange house, waiting for someone, but I don't know who I was waiting for. So I was in the house waiting and I decide that since I am there all by myself for an indefinite amount of time, I was going to get naked and dance around the house. There I am, dancing naked in a strange house. Suddenly, I hear a car in the driveway and rush into the bathroom to put my clothes back on, but I can't find them, so I just put on a robe. Then The Student Nurse came home from school and woke me up.
The whole point is, I have weird dreams. And last night, I had a weird dream. Sometimes, even if I remember my dream right as I wake up, throughout the day, the details become fuzzy, so I can't really remember the dream I had last night at the moment, but just trust me when I said I woke up and kind of felt emotionally drained. I did not want to get up. I wanted to roll over and start over. But that was not an option. So I got up.
I go in the bathroom and look in the mirror. This is what I see.
Hair all over the place, crazed expression. My first thought was, "Well, this isn't going to work out today, Kayla." But I took a deep breath and went in full force. Besides, my horoscope said that I was going to look really good today. More on the horoscope thing later.
So I get my hair and face in order. Then I remember that I was supposed to be at school early today for some announcements that needed to be said before class started. I had to hurry. I hate having to hurry. I get up a tab bit earlier than I really need to on most days, just so I won't have to hurry. I almost didn't even have time to make my coffee. I didn't have time to eat breakfast. I had to throw a yogurt in my bag. But I got my coffee, which is what I really needed.
I step outside and I am almost blown over. The wind is so strong all that time I spent on taming my hair is shot in the bud.
I get to school. No problems in the car thankfully. I sit down. I push back the lid to my coffee to take a drink and it spews on me. I hate when that happens. Not a whole lot of coffee got on my clothes, but just enough for me to get annoyed.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, although, I literally thought I was going to die of boredom in my last 2-hour class block. It was torture. However, I did get to hone my Sonic the Hedgehog skills.
I get home from school and I am starving. But I don't know what I'm starving for. Sweet? Salty? Savory? So I just try everything. I take a bite of brownie. Nope. I eat a few sour cream and onion chips. Nada. I'm starting to panic. I look in the pantry and see some bread. Bread, bread, bread....peanut butter. That's it. I take the bread and spread some peanut butter on top and I think I fell in love with peanut butter all over again. It hit the spot. But then after I ate it, I felt bad because I didn't measure it, and I'm trying to lose a bit of weight through Weight Watchers. And you have to measure and count EVERYTHING. I decided to give up on the whole day. I will start fresh tomorrow, right?
So then I took a nap. And had the dream I already told you about. The Student Nurse and I head out to Chipotle. Again, not a good decision, but it's whatever for today. While at Chipotle, we run into The Student Nurse's creepy stalker dude from school. It was really awkward. But kind of fun at the same time. I had never actually seen him in person. If you want to read about the creepy stalker dude, and his friend, read her blogs about him here and here.
After we get back to the apartment from Chipotle, we get started with the Wii Fit. The Student Nurse and I both have Miis, so we switch off everyday on who's Mii we use. Today was my day. I should have know it wasn't going to be pretty after binging on peanut butter, napping, and then hitting up Chipotle. The verdict? Three pounds more. EW. I almost had a cow right here in our living room. Really horrible. But I had a good work out after that. So there is one thing.
After all, this, you wonder what else there could be, right?
My whole identity has been shattered. For my entire life, or well, at least since I was cognitive about this, I have been a Taurus. A stable Earth sign. Tactile. Dependable. Stubborn. I like it. I'm happy with it. I read my horoscope everyday. I don't know if I actually believe it, but it's fun. Don't judge me.
Apparently, however, the Zodiac signs have changed. What? You are going to tell an Earth sign that they need to change? I don't think so. I'm supposed to be an Aries now. A Fire sign. Fire? That just sounds dangerous. I'm not into that sort of thing. So here I am, researching all about this change in the signs. Some say it's been changing forever and someone just now decided to say something about it. Some say that the change is only for those born in or after 2009. Some say it is for everyone. I don't even know what to believe.
I was sitting on the couch in a complete depression over my astrological sign changing. And then something hits me. What the heck am I doing gluing myself to something that probably isn't even real? I mean, really, horoscopes? I should just ask all my life questions to a Magic 8 Ball.
Not anymore. I am no longer a Taurus. I am not going to be an Aries. I am a ME. And that is the only person that I need to identify myself with.
Even though my day hasn't gone exceptionally well, I like this ending. The ending where I had an enormous revelation.
Thank you, thank you very much.
UPDATE (1/13/11, 11:36pm): The Student Nurse referenced me in her newest blog post. It's about our adventure tonight with the creeper in Chipotle. Have fun! :)
Monday, January 10, 2011
Birthday
My birthday is near!
And as in near, I actually mean in 108 days, 3 hours, and 2 minutes. That's soon enough to start a countdown right? I think so.
Especially because this one is a milestone birthday. Now, a woman never tells her age, but I will just say that it's not my 16th, not my 18th, and I'm definitely not over the hill. So, you can figure it out.
Since this birthday is such a big one for me, I want to be able to celebrate it right. However, my birthday falls on a Thursday. I have classes on Friday. Not cool, right?
WRONG!!!!
I live in a special town and go to a special university that celebrates a very obscure holiday at the end of April every year, which means that this particular year, this holiday falls on the last Friday of April, hence no classes that day. And guess who's birthday falls on the last Thursday of April?
You guessed it! Mine!
I was just making out an extended schedule for myself when I realized this. It seriously made my whole day. Yay :)
And as in near, I actually mean in 108 days, 3 hours, and 2 minutes. That's soon enough to start a countdown right? I think so.
Especially because this one is a milestone birthday. Now, a woman never tells her age, but I will just say that it's not my 16th, not my 18th, and I'm definitely not over the hill. So, you can figure it out.
Since this birthday is such a big one for me, I want to be able to celebrate it right. However, my birthday falls on a Thursday. I have classes on Friday. Not cool, right?
WRONG!!!!
I live in a special town and go to a special university that celebrates a very obscure holiday at the end of April every year, which means that this particular year, this holiday falls on the last Friday of April, hence no classes that day. And guess who's birthday falls on the last Thursday of April?
You guessed it! Mine!
I was just making out an extended schedule for myself when I realized this. It seriously made my whole day. Yay :)
Sunday, January 9, 2011
School Already?
School starts tomorrow. In about 13 hours. At 9:00am.
I haven't decided how I feel about this yet. I think it's ok. But then again, I am kind of dreading it. And I thought I was ready. But here I am, staring it down in the face. Like I'm playing chicken with it to see who will back down first. And I don't think I'm going to win.
I guess I just need to get a good night's sleep before I get in the groove of things. Good thing I have absolutely no problem falling asleep in the best bed in the world. Oh wait...that would be my bed.
Yes, I have the best bed in the world.
I don't even know what I'm going to wear tomorrow. I'm in grad school and I am still worrying about what I'm going to wear on the first day of school. I wonder if that will ever go away?
Anyway, I'm going to watch Auction Kings on The Discovery Channel soon. And then I am going to pack my book bag.
I feel like such a little kid. I don't feel like I should be this far in my college career. I shouldn't be this old yet!
But I can't stop life. It goes on whether I want it to or not. So I have to try and keep up. I just hope I can at least make it in second place at the end of this race. Besides, no one comes out alive, right?
I haven't decided how I feel about this yet. I think it's ok. But then again, I am kind of dreading it. And I thought I was ready. But here I am, staring it down in the face. Like I'm playing chicken with it to see who will back down first. And I don't think I'm going to win.
I guess I just need to get a good night's sleep before I get in the groove of things. Good thing I have absolutely no problem falling asleep in the best bed in the world. Oh wait...that would be my bed.
Yes, I have the best bed in the world.
I don't even know what I'm going to wear tomorrow. I'm in grad school and I am still worrying about what I'm going to wear on the first day of school. I wonder if that will ever go away?
Anyway, I'm going to watch Auction Kings on The Discovery Channel soon. And then I am going to pack my book bag.
I feel like such a little kid. I don't feel like I should be this far in my college career. I shouldn't be this old yet!
But I can't stop life. It goes on whether I want it to or not. So I have to try and keep up. I just hope I can at least make it in second place at the end of this race. Besides, no one comes out alive, right?
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Extremes
Our world is such one of extremes. People need to stand out, to shock, to be on one end of the spectrum or the other, or things need to be bigger and better. Let me give two examples of the ones that bother me.
Supersize meals - Everything has to be bigger, better, have more on it; extra bacon, extra cheese. Buying in bulk is even cheaper than buying food for one. And buying food that is bad for you is cheaper than buying food that has health benefits. How can anyone be expected to be healthy and eat right when it is so easy to do the opposite? Temptation is everywhere out there in the food realm. Fast food is quick and easy and (for the most part) cheap, so why not just swing by the drive-thru on your way home and save an hour cooking dinner.
Teenage and post-menopause pregnancy - I understand that a lot of people do have babies during their 20s and 30s, but even more teen girls are getting pregnant. And sometimes, it's not an accident. They want to feel the unconditional love that having a baby brings. Now, on the opposite spectrum of that, more and more women are having in-vitro fertilization in order to have babies after menopause. Some of these women even already have children that are grown, so it's not like they have never known baby love. I don't understand why you would want to be 30 years old when your child enters high school, or why you would want to be 75 when your child enters high school.
Enough ranting for now.
Supersize meals - Everything has to be bigger, better, have more on it; extra bacon, extra cheese. Buying in bulk is even cheaper than buying food for one. And buying food that is bad for you is cheaper than buying food that has health benefits. How can anyone be expected to be healthy and eat right when it is so easy to do the opposite? Temptation is everywhere out there in the food realm. Fast food is quick and easy and (for the most part) cheap, so why not just swing by the drive-thru on your way home and save an hour cooking dinner.
Teenage and post-menopause pregnancy - I understand that a lot of people do have babies during their 20s and 30s, but even more teen girls are getting pregnant. And sometimes, it's not an accident. They want to feel the unconditional love that having a baby brings. Now, on the opposite spectrum of that, more and more women are having in-vitro fertilization in order to have babies after menopause. Some of these women even already have children that are grown, so it's not like they have never known baby love. I don't understand why you would want to be 30 years old when your child enters high school, or why you would want to be 75 when your child enters high school.
Enough ranting for now.
Monday, January 3, 2011
In The Market
I love to cook. And bake. And eat.
But this hobby of mine is starting to get me in trouble. Well, not really me, people mostly love what I cook and bake, especially my sweets. But my waistline is in trouble. And my hips aren't too happy with me either.
Thus, I need a new hobby. One that will not make me hate myself later for indulging too much.
My mother suggested buying a set a free weights and using them when I feel the urge to bake. That way, I could get my mind off wanting to bake and be doing something good for me too.
Sorry Mom, but that doesn't sound like fun to me.
I need instant gratification. When I'm cooking and baking, I can see my finished product just a little while after putting in the work.
So, I'm looking for a new love, a new hobby. Suggestions?
But this hobby of mine is starting to get me in trouble. Well, not really me, people mostly love what I cook and bake, especially my sweets. But my waistline is in trouble. And my hips aren't too happy with me either.
Thus, I need a new hobby. One that will not make me hate myself later for indulging too much.
My mother suggested buying a set a free weights and using them when I feel the urge to bake. That way, I could get my mind off wanting to bake and be doing something good for me too.
Sorry Mom, but that doesn't sound like fun to me.
I need instant gratification. When I'm cooking and baking, I can see my finished product just a little while after putting in the work.
So, I'm looking for a new love, a new hobby. Suggestions?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Nasties
I am up way earlier than usual right now because my dog woke me up to go pee by literally staring at me with piercing eyes until my internal radar went off and I woke up. It was really creepy...
Anyway, since I am awake and can't get back to sleep, I decided to watch The Discovery Channel. It was a serious mistake this early in the day. The show I'm watching is called "Nasty by Nature." Great, right?
No.
I just watched a lizard shoot blood out of its eyeballs. Blood squirting from the eyeballs people! Want to see a picture? OK!
It is really awful. The lizard lives in the desert and will only squirt blood out of its eyeballs when it is being attacked. And only when it is being attacked by animals in the canine family, dogs and coyotes especially.
Now, since I spent so much time on the blood squirting lizard, the show is showing me maggots. Maggots can, apparently, breath out their butt. How convenient right? They never have to stop eating! But just imagine if you breathed out of your butt; you would take air in the same hole you let poo out? You would probably always be saying, "What is that smell?" And instead of the usual joke (or at least usual where I live) people say, "Your upper lip!", they would say something like, "Your butt!", and they would be correct.
Ah, commercial break. Time for me to put in a thing that I think is just plain nasty and there is no use in the world for them: slugs. What do they do except for leave a slimy snot trail where ever they go? I don't think they eat dead stuff like maggots, or eat bad bugs like spiders (which I REALLY do not like either).
So they are pointless. Except to watch them wither away when you pour salt on them. That might be cruel, but if anyone can tell me a good, natural use for slugs, I will gladly stop murdering them.
The show is about half over right now. Eels that produce slime where just highlighted. That doesn't gross me out as much as slugs. Yes, i understand that slime is slime, but these eels at least eat dead fish in the ocean. So there is a use for them. Slugs don't do anything.
The Bot Fly! I remember in my microbiology class two semesters ago, we watched a show called "Eaten Alive." The Bot Fly was featured. The Bot Fly lays its eggs on the backs of mosquitos, which will then bite something and transfer the eggs into the flesh of the victim. Then the Bot Fly larvae will grow. The larvae have this little breathing tube that it sticks out of the skin so it can breath.
The man on "Eaten Alive" had a Bot Fly larvae in his stomach. He liked it. He wanted to keep it as his pet. He even named it something like Frank. That is, he liked it until it almost killed him. Then of course he had to get it removed.
So, on this show this morning, this guy who works in a marshy field everyday has to deal with Bot Fly larvae in him a lot. They even featured how he gets rid of them: place duct tape over the breathing tube overnight so the larvae will suffocate, then squeeze the skin around the larvae like a pimple and get it out. Oh gosh, I'm gagging just thinking about it.
Ok, I seriously think that is enough for one post.
P.S. I just googled pictures of Bot Flys to find one to post in here, and I had a hard time keeping my scrambled eggs with cheese I consumed for breakfast about 30 minutes ago down. Goggle it yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyway, since I am awake and can't get back to sleep, I decided to watch The Discovery Channel. It was a serious mistake this early in the day. The show I'm watching is called "Nasty by Nature." Great, right?
No.
I just watched a lizard shoot blood out of its eyeballs. Blood squirting from the eyeballs people! Want to see a picture? OK!
It is really awful. The lizard lives in the desert and will only squirt blood out of its eyeballs when it is being attacked. And only when it is being attacked by animals in the canine family, dogs and coyotes especially.
Now, since I spent so much time on the blood squirting lizard, the show is showing me maggots. Maggots can, apparently, breath out their butt. How convenient right? They never have to stop eating! But just imagine if you breathed out of your butt; you would take air in the same hole you let poo out? You would probably always be saying, "What is that smell?" And instead of the usual joke (or at least usual where I live) people say, "Your upper lip!", they would say something like, "Your butt!", and they would be correct.
Ah, commercial break. Time for me to put in a thing that I think is just plain nasty and there is no use in the world for them: slugs. What do they do except for leave a slimy snot trail where ever they go? I don't think they eat dead stuff like maggots, or eat bad bugs like spiders (which I REALLY do not like either).
So they are pointless. Except to watch them wither away when you pour salt on them. That might be cruel, but if anyone can tell me a good, natural use for slugs, I will gladly stop murdering them.
The show is about half over right now. Eels that produce slime where just highlighted. That doesn't gross me out as much as slugs. Yes, i understand that slime is slime, but these eels at least eat dead fish in the ocean. So there is a use for them. Slugs don't do anything.
The Bot Fly! I remember in my microbiology class two semesters ago, we watched a show called "Eaten Alive." The Bot Fly was featured. The Bot Fly lays its eggs on the backs of mosquitos, which will then bite something and transfer the eggs into the flesh of the victim. Then the Bot Fly larvae will grow. The larvae have this little breathing tube that it sticks out of the skin so it can breath.
The man on "Eaten Alive" had a Bot Fly larvae in his stomach. He liked it. He wanted to keep it as his pet. He even named it something like Frank. That is, he liked it until it almost killed him. Then of course he had to get it removed.
So, on this show this morning, this guy who works in a marshy field everyday has to deal with Bot Fly larvae in him a lot. They even featured how he gets rid of them: place duct tape over the breathing tube overnight so the larvae will suffocate, then squeeze the skin around the larvae like a pimple and get it out. Oh gosh, I'm gagging just thinking about it.
Ok, I seriously think that is enough for one post.
P.S. I just googled pictures of Bot Flys to find one to post in here, and I had a hard time keeping my scrambled eggs with cheese I consumed for breakfast about 30 minutes ago down. Goggle it yourself, but don't say I didn't warn you.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Beginnings
In the spirit of the season, and the start of a brand new year, I'm going to do something I don't usually do.
I'm going to write out my resolutions. Maybe this way, they might stick for longer than a month. I think I will have 11 resolutions, to go along with 2011.
1. Go to the library more and watch less T.V. Yes, I want to be even more of a dweeb, and I don't want my brain turning to mush.
2. Exercise more. I want to have nice arms in time for summer tanks.
3. Eat more fruits and veggies. This is a given.
4. Go to bed by 11:00 pm on school days. Hopefully, this will kick my nap habit...
5. Be friendlier. I want to be able to strike up a conversation with the cute little old lady in front of me at the store.
6. Practice relaxation techniques, like deep breathing. I don't want to feel like I am having a panic attack before a big test anymore.
7. Worry less. This one is kind of a big one (see former post). It might be the hardest and take the most out of me. But, there it is.
8. Keep my room and bathroom cleaner. I think it would greatly help reduce stress.
9. Have patience. In a world of instant gratification, I want to be able to slow down and enjoy the ride, not just the destination.
10. Make some new friends (i.e. boys :D). Self explanatory.
11. Find more joy in my life and appreciate the little things, as well as the big things. I want to be more thankful for all the good things in my life, that far outweigh all the bad things.
I have one little extra resolution that doesn't quite go with all the others. I want to convince The Student Nurse to let me get a cat.
I'm going to write out my resolutions. Maybe this way, they might stick for longer than a month. I think I will have 11 resolutions, to go along with 2011.
1. Go to the library more and watch less T.V. Yes, I want to be even more of a dweeb, and I don't want my brain turning to mush.
2. Exercise more. I want to have nice arms in time for summer tanks.
3. Eat more fruits and veggies. This is a given.
4. Go to bed by 11:00 pm on school days. Hopefully, this will kick my nap habit...
5. Be friendlier. I want to be able to strike up a conversation with the cute little old lady in front of me at the store.
6. Practice relaxation techniques, like deep breathing. I don't want to feel like I am having a panic attack before a big test anymore.
7. Worry less. This one is kind of a big one (see former post). It might be the hardest and take the most out of me. But, there it is.
8. Keep my room and bathroom cleaner. I think it would greatly help reduce stress.
9. Have patience. In a world of instant gratification, I want to be able to slow down and enjoy the ride, not just the destination.
10. Make some new friends (i.e. boys :D). Self explanatory.
11. Find more joy in my life and appreciate the little things, as well as the big things. I want to be more thankful for all the good things in my life, that far outweigh all the bad things.
I have one little extra resolution that doesn't quite go with all the others. I want to convince The Student Nurse to let me get a cat.
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