And That's The Bell

The numbers have been crunched, compounded, and computed. I aced my finals! Wahoo for the strong finish! and lots and lots and lots of prayer.

Wikipedia. Better Than Cliff’s Notes

So the other day I ended up spending what was supposed to be a five or ten minute stint, which turned into over two and a half hours reading wiki-style. “Wiki-style” reading involves reading an article and then opening up new pages from the hyperlinks on those pages.  I was trying to figure out if certain books, of a trashy early gothic fiction type would be “kosher” to read.  Yes.  I know.  Totally contradictory in terms, but whatevs. After several instances of telling myself that I needed to go to bed, I finally decided to listen. Whilst I was winding down the massive amount of tabs, I realized something.  I now don’t need to read any of these books since in most cases the plot summary or synopsis was sufficient to tell the tale.  So what I’m really trying to say is that I sped read about thirty books in that short time span, skipping most all of the really weird crap and just giving me the good story line which was all I wanted in the first place. Yeah.  I cheated, but at least I can say I won’t be “scared for life” by my own mental pictures. Yeah if you hadn't guessed by now that I'm completely nutso from that statement alone...I'm at a loss.

The Proverbial Emotional B%b

Yesterday evening I went to the ballet to see a good friend perform in the Nutcracker. I was even the picture perfect model of eccentricity. IE the person I usually point out to anyone else I'm with, as in "she's a little bit crazy" it was great. I had gloves and a fur coat and everything silly. My only regret is not having taken a picture of the outfit in its entirety. Although my friend told me that she thought the outfit was awesome. This leads me to another little tangent about how much I love wearing slightly eccentric clothing, not in the "I look like I'm on crack" or "I just pulled this out of the dumpster" although some might argue otherwise (haha). In any event I thoroughly enjoyed their performance despite a few minor idiosyncrasies I happened to notice. In fact I enjoyed the performance so fully that I found myself tearing up twice during a particularly favorite act of mine and wishing I had had the foresight to wear waterproof mascara. Tears did not actually flow forth from my ocular cavities, but I was a little surprised at how moved I was by the performance. Definitely unexpected, but not bad at all. Truly a wonderful moment and night, which inspired reflection and thanks--one of many such moments experienced this past semester--for the wonderful creation that is the human body.

Truth is Truth No Matter Where it Comes From

I recently read this book and at first I thought it was weird and hokey, "but then I pondered, as I so often do" about the possible deeper meanings involved. My friends it was an amazing testimony builder and the more I thought about different parts of the book, the more parallels I was able to draw. I highly recommend it, I read it in a couple of hours ie 1 maybe 2.

FI-Nuh-Lee

For some particular reason technology and I have a rocky relationship, hence when the new computer arrived it would not connect to the home wireless network.  Talk about wanting to pull some hair out, and not being able to get much else done.  That being said, I have two more papers to write and two more tests, plus finals, and the semester will be over!!!! Wahoo!

Master's in Street Cred?

This morning in my Anatomy & Physiology lab we finished our dissections, we were going over the sensory lab instructions and I learned the standard position of the hand for a pimp slap.


****Updated to add****



He then proceded to tell us a story of an aunt bee'esque old lady who was in the class, during one explanation of this particular position, and she said, "You gotta keep your pimp hand strong."

One Down ? To Go!

So my first semester back at school is winding down, and I've got only three weeks left! I've squeezed through the mid semester slump, and am down to the final push for the semester. Whether or not I will arise "victorious," in the sense that I will finish everything on my plate, is yet to be seen.

This is the Part Where I Need Your Comments

I'm thinking of buying a laptop. Thoughts, opinions, experiences? Please leave them at the beep.




*BEEP*





Or just that little comment button down there.
THANKS!

Happy Birthday MW

I know you don't blog on ANY sort of basis, but I'd still like to give a shout out to the MW. Today's her B-day.

*HOLLER*

Something A Little Different

In checking some of the blogs that I follow I came across this particular entry (November 7th) to be exact, and felt impressed to share it with those who are still gracing my blog with their presence ;)

Candy With Holes?

The children began to identify the flavors by their color:

Red.....................Cherry
Yellow................Lemon
Green..................Lime
Orange ...............Orange

Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. None of the children could identify the taste.

The teacher said, 'I will give you all a clue. It's what your mother may sometimes call your father.'

One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled, 'Oh my gosh! They're a$$-holes!

The teacher had to leave the room.

I Did It

I have a confession to make.
I saw This Is It.
Call me whatever, just not to my face ;)

Who Knew?

A man walked into the ladies department of Myer's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, 'I'd like to buy a bra for my wife.'
'What type of bra?' asked the clerk.
'Type?' inquires the man, 'There's more than one type?'
' Look around,' said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, colour and material imaginable.
'Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from.'
Relieved, the man asked about the types. The saleslady replied:
'There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?'
Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.
The Saleslady responded,
'It is all really quite simple. .The Catholic type supports the masses; The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen; The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright; The Baptist type makes mountains out of molehills.'


Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes? If you have wondered why, but couldn't figure out
what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!

{A} Almost Boobs
{B} Barely There
{C} Can't Complain!
{D} Dang!
{DD} Double Dang!
{E} Enormous!
{F} Fake
{G} Get a Reduction!
{H} Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!




OH, They forgot the German bra.
Holtzemfromfloppen

Contrary to Popular Belief

I am NOT dead. Just very busy with school at this point.
Three tests
Homework
Two papers
Homework
One project
Homework
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.

Did I mention that was just the list for this week?

There are quite a few things I'm sure I need to share, but at present I lack the functioning mental capacity to recall what it is.

Insert Halloween Picture Here

I'll keep this brief...

If you haven't done much reading up on H1N1, read this.

That is all.

Oh Really?

So I was doing some searching after that most heinous video that I posted a little while back.

I was curious to find out what other insanities other nuggets of pure dating gold I could find.

I happened upon two things.

First was this little beauty:

More flirting advice
Its very simple really, if u fancy them, which hints do u give? looking at them and then looking away? especially the treat um man keepum keen thing. if a boy is rrely being niceto you and you are nice to him and he suddenly turns nasty its not that he doesnt like you its just the rules thing. heis trying to hint!!!.

Tell him/her directly...since both of u like each other and u already knew that he/she likes u..then juz tell him/her DIRECTLY how u feel!!!dun waste time anymore...act now!!!if u r a gal and ur cruch is a shy guy..then u should take a move..or else..both of u won haf any chance...see...

I dnt thnk it is a gud idea for girls to tell the guys that she likes him first... it is for a simple reason that the guy may be turned off on her bcoz he will thnk shes aggressive and ol!! but there are exemptions.. it ac2ally depends on the person n the very first place... agree?.

I think that the spelling's a nice touch don't you? This is some classy stuff here people

So that's how you do it?

This Is Me...Sharing the Smarts

As promised I have some new blogifiable gems or nuggets if you will that I have collected from my time in school. My Anat & Phys lab class is proving to be quite the fountain of obsurd sayings.

For example a few weeks ago we took a field trip to Chemistry town...except we didn't get off the bus. That's one of the first official drive by field trips I have ever taken. I have a feeling that it will be the first of many. During said field trip, I learned what the most "ghettofied" (his term, not mine) definition of chemistry is, hooking up.

I did learn that sand attracts lightning, which would explain this


The person who teaches my lab is not the same instructor for the class. Let me clarify that point right now.

This past Tuesday I learned the difference between Samiches and Sandwiches.

Sandwiches- What you get at Subway.
Samiches- What you make at home.

One of the last pieces of advice that I received in class Tuesday was to ask, the next time I see a nervous person, how their buttcrack is doing.

I think this class will be the most beneficial to my social life.

Oh PS I finally figured out what the Fluid Mosaic Model really is.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

I'm sorry, but it's over. It used to be mutually beneficial. You'd make me laugh. I'd leave a comment, we'd both walk away happy. Now when I look at you I cry a little because all I see are chores to be done and things that aren't funny anymore.

Translation. I'm just scaling back readership on a few blogs that I haven't visited in a while.

Don't worry this shouldn't affect our friendship.

Oh wait, what was that?

Yeah. I think you are right. We've never met IRL, and I can barely keep up with those friends at the moment.

I think I'll probably end up doing the occasional appearances type of thing like Santa Claus & the Easter Bunny & maybe even the Tooth Fairy.

So...


























I guess that means I'll see you at Christmas? ;)

trauma oh the trauma, oh wait or was that drama?


I love you all, but(and that's a BIG but!) school is kicking my trash. I promise I'll be up for air in a little while ;)

You Call THAT Studying?

Alrighty, so the other day, Lady happened into my room. I'm not gonna lie it's a scary hot mess. She informed me of this, and so I started to do a little more picking up to get things in a "manageable" way.

While sifting through things and rearranging, I found a nail kit which included a little handy dandy tool for fake tips. A buffer. I thought I would smooth out my nails a little bit. Big mistake. I went a little crazy and over did it. ow. Let me repeat that. OW! That's better. So in effort to give my nails a little more back up/ support/ strength/ thickness-whatever-you-want-to-call-it I painted them with a coat of clear polish.

Ever since I had my last sandbox pedi back in February. Which included no less than three colors, to make an argyle pattern, and black jewels for fun. A plain regular coat of polish, regardless of color, doesn't really cut it for me. It still looks boring. I see it as a canvas that has yet to be explored.

Thus it was that when I sat down to do my homework, it resulted in this.



I have learned a few things from this little experiment.
A. Sharpie on your nails rubs off pretty quick.
2. Wait for the Sharpie to dry BEFORE you paint another clear coat over the Sharpie layer.
D. Regardless of how dry the Sharpie drawing is it'll still bleed a little when painted over with nail polish.

Maybe I should try another brand of nail polish next time?

Lessons From Google Reader

Today I went through my reader account since they (<- read the wonderful people at blogger) decided it would be super cool to move my entire following list to the google reader, without telling. Thanks guys! Really! Way to add a little extra stress to my day.

Welp, since it all showed up together I had about 300 unread posts. What I learned from going through the Subscriptions list was that some people post way too much. 50 posts in like, a week's time? That's just a little ridiculous. I understand you want to build and keep a reader base, but honestly? Not everything you think needs to be noted on the blog for blogsterity.

Another thing I learned? I have some funny OLFs I ♥ them, and would like to read them on a more regular basis, but school is kicking my trash two tests last week and two this week with no end currently in site, and things only promising to get harder. It is a dark time my friends, at least on the blog. My mind however is a different story with all the light and knowledge coming in I just hope my brain doesn't get sunburned or fried for that matter.

I'll skip the hannibal lector(sp?) joke there, that's a little too g-ross for me.

Anatomy & Psychoticology

Today while going over an exam review I happened upon this particular question.

"What is the fluid mosaic model and how [do]* substances move across it?"

The first answer that came to mind?

The alleged process of how Picasso learned to paint. Step One: The participant imbibes beverages of an alcoholic nature. Step Two: The participant proceeds to make an attempt at painting. Step Three: The participant repeats steps one and two while dancing around the studio like a goth at a techno rave to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, until the desired level of inebriation is reached OR until the painting is complete....OR until the participant passes out.**



It's official I need a break from studying.

*This is another reason school is driving me crazy. My online class is the hardest one on my schedule however most if not all of the literature posted by the professor is riddled with sp?'s of the most inane nature. I'm half tempted to ask to proof and edit his material so that it makes sense. Whether I'd get extra credit or not. I don't care. Either way it would save a little piece of my sanity every time I have to work on my assignments!

**Something to keep in mind was that this so called "process" was more of a mental image rather than a truly descriptive detailed list of procedures.



AAAAAAND this is why I decided to share my recent bout of insanity with you all. Please enjoy. :D



I rest my case.

Hello Again Dear Weather Channel!

Today they featured something akin to dueling banjos. It was great.

Um, Could You Repeat That Please?

Yeah, so I'm sure some of you already saw this, but I thought that I should put it on the blog anyway. The other day I was informed, with all seriousness that,
"Biology has nothing to do with Nursing."
Oh yes, yes I was. To be honest after my initial wave of annoyance and frustration with the Nursing department secretary, I had a hard time not laughing in her face at the absurdity of that statement when taken completely out of context. So impressed by the hilarity of the statement I couldn't wait to get home to post it on the good ole FB, so I submitted it via the new cell (which I lurv, but that's another story).

This semester in school is already giving me great expectations of future blog fodder, I sincerely hope that it continues to produce with regularity and does not disappoint.

There was more to this, but I completely forgot where I was going with it, oh well. I'm sure I'll remember at a time that is utterly inconvenient. Back to the grindstone!

The Following Story Is True...

Yesterday about roughly...uh soemtime after three, I was informed by BL that my room was messy. I laughed, mostly because this is true and secondly because he hadn't said anything sooner. I told him to wait just a minute because I had to go to the bathroom. Well of course he kept talking to me anyway. Well that made me giggle because most kids don't hang out outside the door while I'm bathrooming it up. Well I was also promptly told to stop laughing by BL. More laughter from me, and a why not? BL said, "Because it's not silly!" More giggling from me. I then asked him to go tell his mother.
It sounded like he got up and went to tell MW*, and when he came back he said, "She didn't laugh." Right then and there I knew he hadn't actually spoken to her. Upon finishing up in the WC, I approached MW, and recounted as super secrety as possible, the tale and she laughed quite heartily yet silently for BL was right behind me.

I love this kid he cracks me up! He also came up with his own nickname for me on my trip to the sandbox.

Why yes! Yes, I am..

a nerd, but I've decided that when I finally finish school with a master's that I want people to call me Master. I've pondered upon this and realized that there might be some adverse effects to insisting on this recognition of my scholastic achievements such as when I go to abbreviate Master which would look something like this "Mr." or perhaps people just might confuse me with a 19th century prepubescent boy (ie Master Hawkins).

In other news I found out that they have hobbit tests at my new school.* Again this is a prime example of some fine higher edjamacashun here folks!

*OK so maybe it's not really a "hobbit" test, but how else would you pronounce "hobet" so that it doesn't sound like some illegal back alley casino?

So That's How You Do It...

OK I'll admit I totally swiped this from a friend of mine on the FB, but it was too good not to pass up posting on the blog. My personal favorite move would have to be right around :36. I think I'll give that one a whirl at the next Stake function. ;)



And is it just me or does that dude in the red sweater remind any one of Kevin Nealon?(sp?)

Ah Facebook Facebook...

Thou art always good for a laugh.



Albeit slightly A-ppropriate.

JARB

Um....I need a job. Have you seen one lying around here recently? Thanks!

Oh Weather Channel How I Love Thee Let Me Count The Ways...

Alrighty so this afternoon while getting some things together on the compy. Loofy had the TV parked on his usual favorite...The Weather Channel. Of course instead of playing the whole "this is the weather in your area" schpiel all.day.long. They had some interesting programs about extreme weather in different areas of the US. Well a little later when it did a little snapshot of the local weather, they were rockin the Herbie Hancock- Rock It, as well as a little Temptations- Papa Was A Rolling Stone.

PK Goes to CA

I spent last week in San Diego, and I have to say that Southern CA is quite nice for vacationing. clickety to biggefy.



Most if not all of these pictures were taken from the car while we were moving. Brings new meaning to the phrase drive by shooting.
Look, there's my hands and right arm! This is about as much of me as you will see in these photos.*


I am a sucker for a good panoramic scene shot










I actually spent quite a bit of time here reading and just watching the water in between our expeditions.






As well as interesting architecture.































The beach is almost always a gold mine for some good people watching.




Apparently this guy thinks so too.












Even the birds get into it.


It proved to be the home of some most excellent signage.


Does this actually certify as irony?
(For those of you who can't read those signs the lower one says, "Planned Parenthood Express" the one in the upper left corner says, "Episcopal Church 5 1/2 blocks to the left")

Thank you Captain Obvious!

I'm pretty sure that I saw this truck whilst traversing the country earlier this year. Only I couldn't find my camera fast enough.

Somehow this motto just explains soo much.

I even picked up a little extra religion while I was down there.



I should explain this picture a little better. Aside from just being funny. This kid was conveniently located outside the neighborhood banking branch.


After driving around for a while, I thought CA couldn't get any better. Apparently I was wrong.

Here's your gratuitous bacon. Pretty sure that if I had turned the camera a little more to the left it would read Quik Stop Bacon.

Yes I took all these pictures myself.

As BW would say, "Catch you on the flipper."


*This is actually an exercise in covert ops recon. For those times when it pays to be super sneaky and secrety.