If you have heard of Twilight--and you must live under a rock if you haven't--if you like it or hate it, read this by Cleoland! This has just made my day, she is so snarky and hilarious. And my day needed making. (REALLY REALLY DID. School from 8 to 2, studying at school until 4, work from 4-8, couldn't figure out how to work the debit thingy or the gas pump at Arco, and then cut my finger trying to slice an apple).
UPDATED: Okay so on that website there are three HILARIOUS commentaries on Breaking Dawn, the fourth Twilight book. It's divided into three parts like the book: first, second, and third. Read it. Right now. Drop what you're doing and reaaad!
In the middle of my last class of the day today I heard sirens. After class I was walking over to the science building to study for Anatomy and I some guy stops me and says "Have you heard what's happened?" I look at him oddly. "No, what happened?" "Some guy was stabbed!" I could hardly believe it until I saw it. In front of the science building the area was cordoned off with police tape and there were about five cop cars, numerous men in uniform, a news crew with a camera interviewing a somber man in a suit, and blood spilled on the concrete. Rumor has it that there were two men fighting over a girl, and one of them stabbed the other twice. The victim's intestines were falling out, and he fell onto the ground. The stabber was so upset or in shock at what he had done that he sat down next to the man, supposedly his friend, and waited there until the ambulance and the cops came, and he was arrested. A witness to the stabbing ran to get a known former surgeon at the school, who was luckily only a few rooms away--my Anatomy professor! He's brilliant and a great teacher. Last heard, the victim was in surgery. Think good thoughts his way!
So scary this happened at MY college! Our little quiet community college!
Last summer we went to Hawaii on a 15 day cruise, (we being me, my family, my aunt and uncle and cousin Jess). It was beautiful and fun and sunny. (Man, I've missed sunny. We just had our first beautiful day of sun and I am so HAPPY!)
Here's Troy and I dressed up for a semi-formal dinner.
Mom's and my feet on Waikiki beach. Hot sand, warm water. Mmm. Mr. Monkey-melon head, one of the many awesome decorations at the dinners.
Another formal night, in my bronze dress that I bought to match my multi-colored bronze/gold heels. First time I bought a dress to match the shoes! A Mi familia on the Na Pali coast on Kawai, on a Zodiac boat. We got SOAKED--the waves were huge! Almost knocked us off of the boat! Dad, me, and Mom at a formal dinner on the cruise. I think I was moving the pepper thingy so it wasn't in our faces. Or I needed pepper and didn't want to give anybody the chance to steal it. We went to a seahorse breeding ranch and got to see baby seahorses and different breeds and we got to have a seahorse wrap its tail around our fingers. That's mom's hand there.
I think this is is coming back from a submarine trip to see ze fishes. The light down there turns everybody blue! I had to get that swimsuit cover up dress because my shorts got all wet from my bathing suit after we swam and I didn't want to go around looking like I'd wet my pants. So mom and I went shopping! Teehehehe.
Someday, after I'm done with Anatomy, and then Chemistry and Physiology, and then Chemistry and Microbiology, and then whatever else I need, I am going on a cruise again. And it will be FUN.
Three months ago, Nick bought me a one hour massage certificate for my birthday. Today I finally put the certificate to use and had my one hour massage!
I was a little nervous about it (never had one before, didn't know what to expect) but it was . . . AMAZING. The lady was so nice and made me feel very comfortable, and we chatted about schools and my brother and her sons and animals and Nick. She massaged my back, my feet, my legs, my arms, my neck, and the lotion she used smells really good and now I'm a little bit in love with my arms, they smell so great! My hour massage actually lasted for 1 hour and 15 minutes (I think) and I was sad when it was over.
Now I'm at Nick's where I rhapsodized about the massage for a good ten minutes, and made him sniff my arms. (Vanilla chai lotion. Mmm).
Now we're off to make chocolate dipped strawberries. Best boyfriend EVER!
Yep so this post has nothing to do with the title. Two days after taking my first TaeKwonDo class in nearly two years, and I am still very sore. Merely touching some muscles (ie serratus anterior) results in paaaiiin and I cannot put on my socks or pick up heavy things or do anything that might tax my poor abused little body. (Butler! Bring me my chocolates and magazines whilst I recline on the loveseat! Cheerio! ) Yep. I wish. Reality: I worked 6 hours at the clinic this morning and then drove straight to open lab for Anatomy and studied with some guys for three hours, then came over to Nick's and have proceeded to live out at least part of my dream: the reclining on a chair part while I type. He hasn't yet brought me chocolates or magazines though. Oh wait, yes he did--Nick brought up the chocolate marshmallows that we just toasted over a bonfire. What a sweetie! ^_^ Gaaaaah I am tiiired. I skipped out on sparring at TaeKwonDo tonight so that I could eat marshmallows, since I am well on my way to becoming one anyway. I am racking my brains for something interesting to say and I am only coming up with random Anatomy words, which I will not again subject you to. (Yet). Instead . . .
Owwwwwwwwww. Took my first real TaeKwonDo class in two years. I kicked my own butt. And I hurt ALL OVER. Will update with a very whiny post soon as the next and second next days always hurt worse. (PS I missed you guys at TKD! Kristi was right when calling it coming home--I'd forgotten that I used to refer to TKD as my second home, and the people there my second family). Going to go take a bubble bath. Owwww.
I lost my DIIIIAAAMMMOOONNNDDD!!! AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
It could be in the waffle mix, in my bed, in my stomach (I ate the waffles), down the drain, in the dog's stomach (they eat anything), in the couch, outside . . . or any number of places that I went but don't remember.
I came back to the couch with another waffle (Nick and I were watching Lord of the Rings) and sat down and happened to glance at my finger, and my diamond was GONE! I did this inhale/gasp/sob and cried "My diamond! It's gone!" And then I got all sad. We searched a bit, but honestly, in this big house with all the dog and cat fluff and dirt (n0t to mention the lot of time I spent doing dishes that it could have gone down the sink), it's very unlikely that we will ever find it. (AAAGGGGHHHHHH!)
Farewell, diamond. I'll miss your sparkle (especially in fluorescent lighting), I'll miss the comments (just the other day I got a "So, are you married or is that to keep guys from hitting on you?"), I'll miss the comforting feeling I would get from twisting you around my finger. My ring looks so lonely with just the setting and no stone. I've had this ring on my finger for four years--since I was 16 and my mom bought it for me. I have hardly ever taken it off. Now the only ring I wear is my great-grandmother's thin white gold wedding band. My finger feels naked! I'll miss you!
It's official. Anatomy kicked me up and down the street and then jumped up and down on my prone body--GEDDIT, prone? Opposite of supine? One of the terms we learned very early on in the course? Yep? Good. Carry on!--and then Anatomy stole my purse and dissed my haircut while running from the cops.
Yesterday my friends and I studied for ELEVEN HOURS. The day before we studied for SEVEN hours. I crashed at the house we were studying at since we didn't stop until 1:30am. We woke up at 6:30am. Then we had Anatomy class at 8am and studied for three hours before our test at 2pm. Which I don't wanna talk about. (Okay, fine. I feel sort of good about it but DON'T tell Anatomy, or else it'll jinx it and I will FAIL.)
Also, having one night every so often of sound dreamless sleep would be great. I fell asleep last night thinking "tibial tuberosity" and woke up thinking "oligodendrocytes". Gaaah.
Here's a picture of my adorable dog Sage, hogging the new(ish) dog bed that we bought because they ate the old one.
Sage and Kali won't share this nice comfy bed, even though there is plenty of room! (Seriously, plenty of room!) Spoiled girls. Now we own two of these and they are very happy with their beds. We just have less room in our living room. ^_^
Ahhh. Cute little girl.
I had to post something fluffy because AGGGGHHHHH, Anatomy is kicking my butt. Hard. I spent 7 1/2 hours on Anatomy today and should probably do more . . .but I also got rain soaked, so bad I was dripping from my hair and my jacket made me colder than just my shirt and my legs have been aching ever since they were encased in sopping fake leather boots for three hours. So. I'm thinking nice hot bubble bath and hot cocoa and a good book will help!