What is going ON?!?!

Do you ever have days were the entire world seems like it has come unglued and needs to be admitted to the mental hospital? It is on days like this that I am always careful to stop and ask myself if, perhaps, it is I who has come unglued. After all, if EVERYone around you is acting strangely, it seems more likely that you are just overreacting. But after carefully evaluating myself and coming to the realization that I am doing great today, I have deduced that all of Seattle is going crazy.

I had about the strangest day ever at work today: clients worried about the whereabouts of their clothes, someone yelling at me when I tried to help them because I "Didn't know who they were" but they hadn't even given me their name yet, my coworkers (about 10 of them) taking way too much time to put together a couch, an eventful trip to Ikea, my coworker shopping online at Abercrombie cause she had no work to do. *Sigh* Yes, it is safe to say that my day has been eventful... but boring nonetheless.

Oh, and on a fun side note, just for future reference, nectarines are NOT a very good fruit to attempt to eat while typing at a keyboard. I tried that at work today, it didn't go over so well.

Don't you just love...

...CDs that you randomly buy on a whim, but quickly turn out to be your new favorite? I do!

In other news, I think I have an addiction. Today I was at Target buying new crayons for the Primary department (VERY important purchase, you see) and since I was in the school supplies section, I ran across a package of Sharpies. But this wasn't just your average red-green-blue-black package, this had like 25 different colors. I seriously almost started drooling, right there in the middle of the store. I LOVE sharpies, especially the ultra-fine tip ones. I am not sure why, but they call to me everytime I see them. The only thing that saved me today was the fact that I didn't have $14.99 to randomly throw away on a package of Sharpies that I probably didn't really need. *Sigh* Hopefully I will be able to go on living...
P.S. No Chris (or Matt or Bryan), I don't like Sharpies because I enjoy sniffing them. I just wanted to clarify before one of you asked...

Campmeeting '06

So I am very aware of the fact that I haven't posted in a long time. And logically, it would seem that I should post about campmeeting, as I really haven't been doing much else with my time over the last 2.5 weeks. But when I sit down to actually write about it, I am not really sure what to say. I had an awesome time, although it was one of the more strange campmeetings in my remembrance. Partially because of all of the people, and partially because the two weeks felt totally different to me. They were both fun and enjoyable, but I hung out with two very different groups of people in the two different weeks, mainly because that was when they were there. So I have decided that I will list out key inside jokes or things that I remember the most about campmeeting. If they make sense to you, consider yourself lucky, if they don't, I am very sorry. Maybe you need to hang out with me more often! =)

-"Sitting" with Mandy and Zach in church
-Zach, I think I have your goat
-"Your brain is flatlined"
-Quality Kitchenette time
-Going to see Pirates
-Going to Shari's (both times)
-Walmart and how I went there more times during campmeeting than I do during an entire typical year!!
-Going to the zoo and eating animal fries
-Quality mall time!
-"Caution Kids" ... enough said
-My promised 3 Christmas presents: Beverly Hill Billies DVDs, a jungle gym and a Honda Element
-Angel Food/Devil's Food cake discussion
-Various discussions on words, including, but not limited to:
*Nautical
*Ominous (Omnious!!)
*Animosity
*Tumultuous
*Indubitably
*Copious
*Maniacally
-"Hiking" in flip-flops and a jeanskirt
-That crazy scary Alice in Wonderland play at the park
-Melina, the marriage wrecker
-Doing guard duty with Angela
-Hey Thomas, I secretly hate you =)
-How do you get an elephant in the subway?
-Apparently, I am now a dictator (and I have a co-dictator to boot!)
-There was this guy named Jay...

The other dancing guy

I haven't posted in a long time... I'm sorry... yada yada yada. But, I found this for all ya'll's enjoyment -- how was that for correct grammar?!?! You should check it, he sounds like my kinda guy!! (I apologize in advance for the bad word in the title, sorry... consider yourself warned.)

And just in case you miss it, I thought I should copy and paste this from the website:

Less Frequently Asked Questions
Why is the world so screwed up? Men.
How do we fix it? Women.

Yup... that is all I have to say about that. Enjoy!

That deaf, dumb and blind boy sure plays a mean pinball!

I am noticing a rather disturbing pattern around my house. I turn on music, my dad sticks his head into my room, and he tells me to turn it off. Why? Well it isn't because he disapproves... that is for sure. It is because it is "his" music and I am not allowed to listen to it! I have a list of about 5 or 6 groups that I am no longer "allowed" to listen to because it is the music of his youth, not mine. I think secretly he is flattered that I would like the music that he liked when he was growing up, so he makes fun of me for it. So yes, I will admit that I stole his Chicago CD, but he freaked out when I asked (and got) an Earth, Wind & Fire CD for Christmas. And a couple of months ago, I went to a rock opera/musical thing at UW that my friend was stage managing. I was trying to explain it to my parents, thinking that they would never know what it was. I said that it was written by The Who, as well as something about it being about this boy that grows up in WWII London and the musical follows him throughout his life. That is seriously all it took for my dad to be like, "You went and saw Tommy?!?" and break out into a chorus of "Pinball Wizard". Yah, so basically, I am doomed to share my love of music with my father if it is older than about 1980, and even then, he is familiar with some of that stuff too. I have just resolved myself to the fact that any cool group from the 1960s/1970s, my dad will be right there telling me that I can't listen to it. And don't even get me started on the songs that we play in marching band... he can sing along with most of those too! (Not so cool to have your parents start singing "You Can Call Me Al" at the top of their lungs along with your marching band CD!) But I don't really mind, I think it is sort of fun... he just doesn't like it when I try to sing with his Chicago CD!

P.S. Tommy is AWESOME! You should see it if you ever get the chance. A rock band on stage playing all of the music for a musical, you can't get much better than that! It combines two of my great loves... =)

Peggy Sue...

is systematically carrying all of her food from the little food cup on the second floor of her cage down to the bottom of her cage and hiding it in her little house. I am not sure why, since the only one with access to the food is her, but I guess she wants it to be safe. It is cracking me up... there are about 20 food pellets buried in the sawdust now and this has been going on for like 3 days. Silly Peggy Sue.

Introductions

Note how Tucker appears to have only a head! He isn't very tall, so that is all that he could get on the table to look at Peggy Sue.

The end is near!

For me, this definitely is NOT a bad thing! Tomorrow is my last day of classes, finals next week... and then I am free for the whole summer! *And there was great rejoicing because I have no more homework to do and I can do other fun things, like posting to my blog whenever I feel like it!*

In other exciting news, Peggy Sue comes home tomorrow. Don't know who Peggy Sue is? Maybe you should read my blog more often =)

And I learned my life lesson #68 today: Don't wear flip-flops if they are forecasting rain and you know that you have to walk across red square. Red square = big square/plaza thing on campus made of, what else, red brick. But they designed it special so that it would be slick when wet so that they could knock down all of the protestors if they got out of hand (No kidding... it was designed in the 60s with all of that college demonstrating going down everywhere). Anyway, I learned the hard way that flip-flops and wet, slippery red brick do not mix very well. It is bad enough walking across it when you have tennis shoes with traction, shoes with no traction are next to impossible. *Sigh* If the stupid muggy weather would go away, then I wouldn't have to worry about wanting to wear flip-flops even though it is raining. Muggy weather is the bane of my existence.

X3

My sibs, my almost sib, and I went to see X3 tonight. I'm just gonna say this... I really liked it. A lot. I kept reading reviews that said it was just a bunch of mumbo jumbo thrown together and it wasn't that deep and the characters weren't that good and blah blah blah. Well, maybe I am just the naive public, but I really enjoyed it. And in my book... by the time you get around to the third movie in a series, you should know the characters well enough that character development is not high on your priority list. It should be sort of like putting on an old sweat shirt... you know what to expect and you are pleased to find out that it still meets your expectations. Jean Grey sort of looked like one of those girls that could be in a horror movie, though.... which was a little frightening, but I managed somehow. And Angel, yah, he should have had a bigger part cause he was incredibly nice to look at. Even better, I am sure that he has a great personality... rescuing his dad like that and all!! =)

Of GREAT annoyance, some idiot brought their kid to the movie. And when I say kid, I mean infant, as in 3 or 4 months old. They seemed to cry the entire movie. And the stupid parent wouldn't even take them out for awhile there. It sucked. Apparently the term "babysitter" is not in their vocabulary...

And did any of you guys who have seen it stay through the credits? Can we say "fourth movie"?? Hehehe... =)

The Science Guy

As I was sitting in O. Chem today and feeling very grateful that it seems that I finally have a grasp on the class... I was wondering. Wondering whatever happened to Bill Nye the Science Guy. Suspecting that if HE had taught me O. Chem, I would have learned it much faster. He was so cool, and he was from Seattle too which makes him doubly awesome. So where did he go? I miss Bill Nye...

Where is the ice cream truck when you need it?

Tonight I was craving one of those strawberry shortcake popsicle things. You know the kind with the strawberry ice cream on the inside and the little crumbly things on the outside? My mom calls them captain crunch bars, but I am not sure if that is the real official name. It was arranged with my brother that when it was quitting time down at yonder Safeway, he would buy some and bring them home. And guess what... NO STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE BARS!!! So I didn't get my ice cream. The end.

But I did get an 83% on my O. Chem test!!!!! Great jumping up and down and much rejoicing occurred. I wanted to do a cartwheel, jump into drumheller, scream and run around... but I didn't, I went to anatomy instead. I am very excited, especially since the class average was 67%.

And just for the record... if somebody were to find me strawberry shortcake bars and bring them to me, I would probably love them forever.

Life lesson 67 (Don't have a 68, though, sorry!)

If you are going to try and be healthy and eat fruit in your lunch, make sure you eat it. And if for some reason you don't eat this fruit at school and the aforementioned fruit is a banana... under NO circumstances should you put it in the outside pocket of your bag, forget it is there, and then let your bag lose balance, thereby squishing the banana underneath your gigantic microbiology book. Makes for fun times... but it will make your room smell good like bananas!

Where IS he?!?!

So I know that I am going to get a lot of flack for this post, but I just have to ask the audience at large, why are all the cute/nice ones already taken? Does that mean I am going to get left with a ugly/mean one? Where is my perfect dimple guy that I posted about earlier? Huh??

On the plus side, I got checked out by a cute paramedic the other day. That doesn't happen too often. Okay, girly ranting done now, I promise! Scout's honor!

Same ol' same ol'

School... life... work... church... blah blah blah.

Yes, I am still alive. I even have things that I want to post, but I was an idiot and took too many classes this quarter. *Sigh* Next spring will be really easy though, what goes around comes around I guess. Catch ya in a month!

Here is a picture of Peggy Sue for you guys to enjoy while I am busy surviving this quarter!

I want you all to take careful note of just how CUTE she is!!

Makes ya think

Why is it that "those people" are more concerned with the rights of laboratory animals than those of unborn fetuses? Today in the UW newspaper, they had an article highlighting the groups that protest animal cruelty in labs right along with an article saying how we should work to uphold Roe vs. Wade. Now I'm down with humane treatment of animals, but ... What kind of junk is this?!!?!??!?! Where people are more concerned about whether a lab animal is going to die than that we are actively killing humans? Fetuses grow up to be humans, but monkeys just grow up to be monkeys... I've never seen a monkey grow up to be a human... oh wait, so THAT is what they were trying to teach me in school. Hmmmm....

My face...

... is really quite red. I fear that I may look sort of like a lobster, but I have seen worse cases (not on me, mind you... ;) It doesn't hurt too bad, but you ask me in the morning whether or not I still feel that way. I wanted sun, I guess I found it.

It was sunny and warm today, not for the first time, but it was the first time that it was sunny and warm that I could actually take advantage of it. And take advantage of it I did. I went to the spring game (yes, more Husky football and guess what, more HMB... but I will spare you the details, except to say that I really do love Isaiah Stanback). And then I came home and washed my car and cleaned my car and vacuumed my car... she is looking absolutely beautiful now! (Anybody want to go for a ride?) And it was sunny and warm and the sky was that beautiful shade of blue with a few white puffy clouds and the grass was green and lush and soft underneath my bare feet. *ahem* Got a little carried away there, for a moment I thought I was writing a descriptive essay or something. And then we had BBQ for dinner. And now my window is open, letting in the slight breeze and the night sounds. Ah, days like this bring back so many good memories. I love night time, but there is nothing I love more than a good summer's night. Its getting there, but no, April is not quite summer, I know.

When will enough be enough?!?!

Why can my professor write a midterm that turns out a class average of ..... wait.....get this.....

42%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know of no other job where an overall success rate of less than half would be acceptable. And, no, this is not due to some major failing on our part's as students, I mean, it CAN'T be when the average is 42! I just don't get where the professors come off thinking that they can not teach us anything and get away with it. Fortunately for me, I was above the average, but I didn't do so hot either. I've been to every class, I read all the chapters, I did the homework and practice problems, I took diligent notes, I studied hard and reread all of my notes multiple times. And all to no avail, apparently. That, to me, is the grind, if you work, you should be able to have something to show for that work.

And why can't they make shortsleeve shirts with sleeves in them? You ever try shopping for a shortsleeve sweater that is appropriate to wear to church during the summer?? Yah, it's not fun. And why does it matter anyways? Does anybody REALLY find my armpits that enticing? I don't think so....

Oh, go palpate yourself!

I imagine that it must be time for a new post. I have been stressed out beyond belief, and unfortunately, I will probably continue to be so until this quarter is over. You already know why, but I am giving fair warning that I may not post as often as I did during the last two quarters.

BUT!!!!!!!!!!

For tonight, I do have something to post. I have an anatomy test tomorrow, so I am dutifully studying away. We have covered 350 pages in three weeks. Talk about a marathon race through almost all of the skeletal and muscular systems, not to mention a couple of joints thrown in there for good measure. Anyways, so I am reading along in my book and it will say something to the affect of, "If you touch just in front of your ear, you are touching your temporal bone." Except they don't say "touch", they say "palpate". And they don't say "in front of", they say "ventral to the ear." This is all well and good, as long as it is on my head or my arm or something, but then they say "The tuberosity can be palpated by sitting on your fingers." And I go "Whoa!!" (There are much worse examples of where they tell you to palpate, but I will spare you). Not to mention the fact that to me "palpate" already sounds a little bit odd... maybe an insult? How would you like it if someone said, "Oh, go palpate yourself!" Yah, sounds sorta mean to me. Anyways, that is all that is new and exciting in my life. Palpation. Yay.

On a side note, I really like my professor. First off, her name is Cat and anybody named Cat is cool. Secondly, she says things that everybody else is too worried about to say. Example: In our last powerpoint when we were discussing the muscles of the abdomen, she stole a picture of an Abercrombie&Fitch model and pointed out his muscles on her slide. But she was telling us where she got the picture and she said that these nearly naked models led to confusing advertising. And she said, I walk past the store and see these pictures and I am like, "What am I supposed to buy?!?!?" It was the best quote ever cause it is so true. Not to mention that it raises the question of wether or not you can go to Abercrombie&Fitch and come out with a nearly naked model as your purchase. Maybe I should go check it out...JUST KIDDING!!!!!

Is this really what it comes down to?

I have yet to post anything about school this quarter, even though I'm in the third week already. Suffice it to say, I have gone completely insane and am taking 4 classes and 17 credits. Doesn't sound too bad, until you stop to think that those classes consist of microbiology, anatomy, organic chemistry (with a lab) and a psychology lab (complete with rats!). Unfortunately, everybody that I speak with is quickly able to grasp that it is insane to be taking all of these biological sciences... why I couldn't figure that out when I was registering is beyond me. Never even crossed my mind.

But, I really did have a point to posting. I just wanted to share with you the warning that is in my organic chemistry lab manual for my lab today:

Safety Note: Alkyl halides are toxic. Some alkyl bromides are suspected carcinogens. Wear gloves and avoid skin contact. Add alkyl halides to the test tubes in a fume hood and do not breathe alkyl halide vapors.

So for all of my hard efforts... I am rewarded with the possibility of getting cancer from my chemistry class. Great.

Why oh why?

Why is it that only little old ladies ever comment on my dimples and tell me that they are cute? Why can't some amazingly hot, wonderfully funny and incredibly intelligent guy come up and say, "You have really nice dimples. They make you look like a hobbit and I think that is terribly cute." If he did, I would know that I had found the right guy =)