I dislike being sick. I used to love being sick, in fact.
It meant I didn't have to go to school and I hated school until college.
Of course the only class I like that I'm currently in right now is my Crime Scene class. The rest of them seem completely pointless to me.
Becoming a doctor exposes me to sick people, and where there are sick people there are sicknesses... meaning that I will eventually get sick.
Hopefully not badly.
Anyways I'm sick right now.
Like the sniffly, sneezy kind of sick. The kind of sick that mucus loves.
Mucus.
My arch enemy. It and I never see eye to it.
It wants to drain out of every orifice of my body. It wants my eyes to water with pressure in my sinuses. It wants me to be miserable every time I shower by dripping all over me.
Mucus and I just aren't friends. If mucus and I met on the street our conversation would go like this:
Mucus: "Hey! What's hangin'?" Then he would laugh and chortle about his stupid, gross joke.
Me: "Go the heck away!" Then I would blow my nose and he would fly away.
That is how I feel.
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Christmas, Driving and Voting (Not at the same time.)
First. Happy November! I didn't say it yesterday but today I decided to. Do you know what this means? This means that IT'S THAT MUCH CLOSER TO CHRISTMAS!
We are currently only separated from Christmas by one nationally recognized holiday.
(Not discounting Ramadan or Hanukkah. It's just that if I count them then I will be sad, because that's too many holidays! So for you, other world religions, you also only have one nationally recognized holiday before your holiday too... you see we get Christmas Break, not breaks for the other ones because as of 2000, 78.5% of the United States is Christian, and then there are a lot more who celebrate Christmas who are agnostic or atheist because it's a Hallmark holiday as well.)
Okay now that was a rant! Anyways, so one national holiday. Christmastime is my favorite time of year. I know it's silly to be talking about it now! But my Christmas spirit picks up once it gets to October. :) You don't understand how much I love Christmas.
It's the time of year where I spend the most time with my father. Who is the only family member I ever have around.
This is what Christmas means to me:
Christmas = decorating Christmas trees, getting presents, being with my dad, Christmas traditions like The Nutcracker and A Christmas Carol, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Donovan's Reef and many more...
All that, plus the birth (celebration of the birth anyways, he was born in the summer) of my Savior! Wow! That's one awesome holiday for me!
Of course it also means that my bestie bestest best best friend will be here (hopefully). :))))
I started thinking about all this when I was driving to Columbia today after voting. (I'm registered to vote in Kansas City still so I had to made the trek back!) I hate driving back, it's so long, but thinking about how close we are to Christmas just made it worth it.
I'm transferring at the end of this semester.
It hurts my heart to think that I'll be leaving this place. I love it here. But I think that it will be better for me in the end to transfer.
I don't have many friends here. And while having one good friend is better than having a bunch of shallow friends... I feel like I've gone back to high school, everyone is catty and horrible to each other... and I'm not like that.
Anyways, I was driving back Monday morning (I've made two trips to KC in the past 48 hours) and I saw a deer on the side of the road.
I watch him and he watched me, it was like a stare down and the only thing I could do was scream:
NO BAMBI NO! DON'T RUN OUT INTO THE ROAAAD!!
That's my story for the day.
We are currently only separated from Christmas by one nationally recognized holiday.
(Not discounting Ramadan or Hanukkah. It's just that if I count them then I will be sad, because that's too many holidays! So for you, other world religions, you also only have one nationally recognized holiday before your holiday too... you see we get Christmas Break, not breaks for the other ones because as of 2000, 78.5% of the United States is Christian, and then there are a lot more who celebrate Christmas who are agnostic or atheist because it's a Hallmark holiday as well.)
Okay now that was a rant! Anyways, so one national holiday. Christmastime is my favorite time of year. I know it's silly to be talking about it now! But my Christmas spirit picks up once it gets to October. :) You don't understand how much I love Christmas.
It's the time of year where I spend the most time with my father. Who is the only family member I ever have around.
This is what Christmas means to me:
Christmas = decorating Christmas trees, getting presents, being with my dad, Christmas traditions like The Nutcracker and A Christmas Carol, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Donovan's Reef and many more...
All that, plus the birth (celebration of the birth anyways, he was born in the summer) of my Savior! Wow! That's one awesome holiday for me!
Of course it also means that my bestie bestest best best friend will be here (hopefully). :))))
I started thinking about all this when I was driving to Columbia today after voting. (I'm registered to vote in Kansas City still so I had to made the trek back!) I hate driving back, it's so long, but thinking about how close we are to Christmas just made it worth it.
I'm transferring at the end of this semester.
It hurts my heart to think that I'll be leaving this place. I love it here. But I think that it will be better for me in the end to transfer.
I don't have many friends here. And while having one good friend is better than having a bunch of shallow friends... I feel like I've gone back to high school, everyone is catty and horrible to each other... and I'm not like that.
Anyways, I was driving back Monday morning (I've made two trips to KC in the past 48 hours) and I saw a deer on the side of the road.
I watch him and he watched me, it was like a stare down and the only thing I could do was scream:
NO BAMBI NO! DON'T RUN OUT INTO THE ROAAAD!!
That's my story for the day.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
An Ode to Weird Neighbors
When I moved into this house five or six years ago (I can't remember, my life runs in school years... so at the beginning of 8th grade... I graduated in 2009, and I didn't skip or miss any years. Figure it out! Go!) I never paid much attention to the house two houses down. (Called "Weird Neighbors" on my little maps.)
When we first moved in (we being my father and I) there was a family living in the weird neighbor house. Now to my memory there is a three car tandem in that house, yet there was always at least two shiny black sedans out front. And the only living human I ever saw come or go was a little Indian man who went running at 5 am every morning.
People came and went from that house all the time, but no matter how much you watched you would never see anyone getting in or out of the cars... now I was fairly convinced that there were either A) oompa loompas or B) someone akin to Susan Storm (if you're not familiar with the Fantastic 4 universe, she's the pretty lady that men don't think should be invisible).
Then one day... something miraculous happened.
A man running away from the police came sprinting through our cul-de-sac... and what should happen? But all of us gathered like Petunia Dursley to our windows, watching with fascination as cop cars SWARMED into the little area that Chinese delivery drivers can't even find... several weeks later the house was up for sale.
So the Indians moved out... and sold their house to people that were really not very abnormal at all. I mean being as I'm reclusive and I don't like socializing with other people because I prefer to live like Gollum, holed up in my house with my "precious" (my computer). Boy there are a lot of pop culture references in this post, huh? Anyways they moved in for all of a year I think. It wasn't long before they moved out.
So the most entertaining of these families moved in right after the veterans. We (being the creepy Petunia neighbors) watched with interest as they moved in. Turns out there was a rather strange bunch of people moving in... stranger than the others.
A fat man with one arm.
A skinny white woman (with both her arms).
A boy that looked like a cross between the two (with both his arms).
A girl around my age that looked more like the fat man. (She also had both her arms.)
And a number of... ruffians that came and went.
We had a theory that they were running a half-way house. They were pretty friendly. They would open their garage door at the beginning and sit out on the driveway together and laugh and frolic. (Or frolic as much as a one armed man can.) They weren't that bad. And like baby deer we slowly began to warm up to them.
Then that stopped. Suddenly there were too many cars in their drive way for them to do that. And slowly the garage door began to stay closed more often. Then the windows stayed closed more often, then the front door was no longer kept open...
About ten cars come and go from there, and suddenly I'm back where I started... wondering how this one armed fat man can make himself move fast enough to get out of the mixture of cars and into the house without being seen... I'm back to my original theory. They've either become oompa loompas or someone has implanted them with the ability to become invisible.
Of course these comings and goings suddenly became more unusual when my neighbors sold their house... and a SWAT team member moved in...
Now this cop I have not yet seen. His house is just as strange now as the Weird Neighbors. They're always buttoned up... and these two men come and go every once in a while. But I digress. Weird Neighbors began to come and go at weird hours of the night. Last weekend they had a moving truck backed into their drive way for no reason, the house isn't even for sale.
Now there are five cars crammed into the driveway that are constantly moving, sometimes it's entertaining to watch though, because there are some people in this world that can't drive and they try to back over the trees in their front yard...
Then this morning at approximately 1:15 AM (central standard time) it was practically Grand Central Station! Cars were driving in and out, speeding off out of the cul-de-sac.
I will never understand neighbors. I'm sure people must think I'm pretty weird. I'm a college student that only comes home on the weekends and otherwise the house is empty and dark... I can only imagine what SWAT Guy puts on his blog about me...
When we first moved in (we being my father and I) there was a family living in the weird neighbor house. Now to my memory there is a three car tandem in that house, yet there was always at least two shiny black sedans out front. And the only living human I ever saw come or go was a little Indian man who went running at 5 am every morning.
People came and went from that house all the time, but no matter how much you watched you would never see anyone getting in or out of the cars... now I was fairly convinced that there were either A) oompa loompas or B) someone akin to Susan Storm (if you're not familiar with the Fantastic 4 universe, she's the pretty lady that men don't think should be invisible).
Then one day... something miraculous happened.
A man running away from the police came sprinting through our cul-de-sac... and what should happen? But all of us gathered like Petunia Dursley to our windows, watching with fascination as cop cars SWARMED into the little area that Chinese delivery drivers can't even find... several weeks later the house was up for sale.
So the Indians moved out... and sold their house to people that were really not very abnormal at all. I mean being as I'm reclusive and I don't like socializing with other people because I prefer to live like Gollum, holed up in my house with my "precious" (my computer). Boy there are a lot of pop culture references in this post, huh? Anyways they moved in for all of a year I think. It wasn't long before they moved out.
So the most entertaining of these families moved in right after the veterans. We (being the creepy Petunia neighbors) watched with interest as they moved in. Turns out there was a rather strange bunch of people moving in... stranger than the others.
A fat man with one arm.
A skinny white woman (with both her arms).
A boy that looked like a cross between the two (with both his arms).
A girl around my age that looked more like the fat man. (She also had both her arms.)
And a number of... ruffians that came and went.
We had a theory that they were running a half-way house. They were pretty friendly. They would open their garage door at the beginning and sit out on the driveway together and laugh and frolic. (Or frolic as much as a one armed man can.) They weren't that bad. And like baby deer we slowly began to warm up to them.
Then that stopped. Suddenly there were too many cars in their drive way for them to do that. And slowly the garage door began to stay closed more often. Then the windows stayed closed more often, then the front door was no longer kept open...
About ten cars come and go from there, and suddenly I'm back where I started... wondering how this one armed fat man can make himself move fast enough to get out of the mixture of cars and into the house without being seen... I'm back to my original theory. They've either become oompa loompas or someone has implanted them with the ability to become invisible.
Of course these comings and goings suddenly became more unusual when my neighbors sold their house... and a SWAT team member moved in...
Now this cop I have not yet seen. His house is just as strange now as the Weird Neighbors. They're always buttoned up... and these two men come and go every once in a while. But I digress. Weird Neighbors began to come and go at weird hours of the night. Last weekend they had a moving truck backed into their drive way for no reason, the house isn't even for sale.
Now there are five cars crammed into the driveway that are constantly moving, sometimes it's entertaining to watch though, because there are some people in this world that can't drive and they try to back over the trees in their front yard...
Then this morning at approximately 1:15 AM (central standard time) it was practically Grand Central Station! Cars were driving in and out, speeding off out of the cul-de-sac.
I will never understand neighbors. I'm sure people must think I'm pretty weird. I'm a college student that only comes home on the weekends and otherwise the house is empty and dark... I can only imagine what SWAT Guy puts on his blog about me...
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