Well almost..
I have my final in History that I need to take by Monday (my online course, basically open book). As long as I can score a 60% on the test, I'll walk with a 'B' in the class.
Final Grade: B
The Psych final is next Friday, April 30th. I've gotten 'C's on the last two tests (hey - they were basically biology tests - cut me some slack). I should, however, be able to walk with an 'A' - Teach gives loads of extra credit - mainly for class participation - and needless to say, I am the most active participant. Yesterday I stood up and told the class that people with mental illnesses are just like everyone else. We didn't ask for this. Peeps with mental disorders are generally bestowed with a negative stigma, which is bullshit. I felt compelled to say something to these gits. Teach then looks at me, smiles, and then makes the comment she'll be addressing that in a few. Am I psychic or psycho?
Final Grade: A
The Humanities final is May 5. My last paper was due on April 9th, a day I conveniently skipped school because a) My 30th Birthday Extravaganza was taking place on Saturday and I had some last minute preparations; and b) I hadn't even started on the paper. My employer asked me to stay late that following Monday, and I said I would only if she wrote me a letter saying I was called into work on the 9th. No problem! Teach knocks off points for late papers, but viola! I had a note excusing my absence. This note increased my paper grade from a 'B+' to an 'A-'. I *might* be able to pull a 'B' in this class, but at this point that's a dream.
Final Grade: C
My GPA this semester should be a 3.0.
Let's keep in mind the following:
When I went back to college last semester, I started with a GPA of 1.167.
At the end of the Fall semester, my GPA had increased to 1.875.
At the end of this semester, my GPA will be 2.556.
I have increased my GPA by almost 3/4 of a point in two semesters.
You know the drill - Holla' bitches!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Just Say No!!
What a horrible week!
I had to go to the funeral of an 18 year old on Monday who died of complications with a blood clot. 18!
AQ was rushed to the ER about 2 weeks ago complaining of chest pain. The docs said it was bronchitis and sent her home with some antibiotics. She had to go back to the ER but was shuffled out. The paramedics were called to the home twice. In my opinion the medical staff fucked this poor girl over due to lack of insurance.
AQ had starting taking birth control pills in February. These pills caused a blood clot in her reproductive system. The blood clot eventually moved up to her lungs (thus how the docs came up with bronchitis) which ultimately killed her.
Had the doctors and medics be a bit more thorough, this college student would be here today. However, due to the fact she had no insurance, she was not provided with the optimal health care which subsequently claimed her life.
Absolutely fucking horrible. AQ's mom used to be a client of mine, back when I was employed. My thoughts and prayers go out to mom, GQ.
I had to go to the funeral of an 18 year old on Monday who died of complications with a blood clot. 18!
AQ was rushed to the ER about 2 weeks ago complaining of chest pain. The docs said it was bronchitis and sent her home with some antibiotics. She had to go back to the ER but was shuffled out. The paramedics were called to the home twice. In my opinion the medical staff fucked this poor girl over due to lack of insurance.
AQ had starting taking birth control pills in February. These pills caused a blood clot in her reproductive system. The blood clot eventually moved up to her lungs (thus how the docs came up with bronchitis) which ultimately killed her.
Had the doctors and medics be a bit more thorough, this college student would be here today. However, due to the fact she had no insurance, she was not provided with the optimal health care which subsequently claimed her life.
Absolutely fucking horrible. AQ's mom used to be a client of mine, back when I was employed. My thoughts and prayers go out to mom, GQ.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Kibble and Bits
Lots of bits today! My mind seems to be in overdrive.
Twilight
I finally broke down and watched the movie Twilight with Robert Pattinson. I didn’t like this actor when he played Cedric Diggory in HP IV, the Goblet of Fire. He’s one of those people who always look dirty and constantly appear to be in need of a good scrubbing.
But GOD I love his character. If Edward Cullen even breathed on me I think I would go into orgasmic shock.
300
Speaking of orgasmic shock, have you seen 300? In real life, Gerald Butler doesn’t quite do it for me, but again, I am enamored with the character. There’s a sex scene in the pic - it’s less than a minute long - but holy moly, it is smoking hot. He hit that woman from every angle and I longed to be his queen. I was compelled to watch this movie because my Humanities Teach made a lot of comparisons between this film and the Greek and Spartan empires at that era in history. The flick is very true to the time, and the ancient Spartans really did kill children who were too weak to fight.
Susan Boyle
Is there anyone who hasn’t seen the British woman being dubbed by America as the ‘Hairy Angel’? She was on Britain’s Got Talent (I love that over the pond shit) and has a very, um, distinct look. Her voice is fabulous. I watched it on you tube and a bawled, which doesn’t say much as I bawl at every opportunity that presents itself. I wake up every Wednesday morning with my eyes swollen shut because I watch The Biggest Loser on Tuesdays. ~ Squish, Squish ~
Ethical Psychology
I only have 2 ½ weeks left of school. The final test in my Psych class is on Mental Disorders and Therapy. Damn, do I even need to go to class? Teach ALWAYS calls on me because I tend to have an answer in some form of another. Yesterday she asked a hypothetical question: Suppose you are a female counselor with the prison system. One of the men you are supposed to counsel is a violent rapist. What would you do? How would you feel? One girl responded, “Terrified. Scared,” which I guess is a reasonable response for an extremely young adult. Of course, no one else had any comments so Teach looks at me and says, “How would you feel, Elizabeth?” My reply, “I wouldn’t. That’s your job. If you cannot separate your personal feelings from your professional obligations and be objective to your patients, you have no right to be in that job position.” A lot of the chicks turned around and snarled at me. Teach’s reply, “Elizabeth is right. As a psychologist you have a moral and ethical duty to treat each patient with respect and not show bias. If you cannot do that, you need to remove yourself from the case.” Hahaha, bitches!
Slumdog Millionaire
It was a’ight.
My Slang
I was in my Humanities class yesterday writing notes to my fat friend. Teach made a comment to this one Middle Eastern guy who came in late - he said something to the effect of, “Do you think you can get here on time for once?” Eeek! Then this black guy came in literally AN HOUR LATE and I write on my trusty notebook and pass it to my buddy, “What do you think Teach is gonna say to this cat?” My Big Buddy writes back, “Who the hell says cat these days?”
Rosecia
I think I have developed rosecia. The skin on certain parts of my face are a reddish pink color, so I almost always have to wear foundation. I googled it and someone can develop rosecia when they over exfoliate their skin. Well, that blows. I had NO acne during my formative years, probably because I used to scrub my face daily with straight rubbing alcohol. 20 years later I find out that was not so good of an idea.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I am so bitter about this. I hear the movie isn’t as good as it should be. I’ve been waiting forever and a day (well, since last summer, at least) for this sucker to come out and now I hear it blows as hard as a porno star. #@$%^&*(!
WOW! That’s a helluva a lot of typing. Hell, I’ve probably got more words in here than all the 2009 posts combined. I must be chatty.
Twilight
I finally broke down and watched the movie Twilight with Robert Pattinson. I didn’t like this actor when he played Cedric Diggory in HP IV, the Goblet of Fire. He’s one of those people who always look dirty and constantly appear to be in need of a good scrubbing.
But GOD I love his character. If Edward Cullen even breathed on me I think I would go into orgasmic shock.
300
Speaking of orgasmic shock, have you seen 300? In real life, Gerald Butler doesn’t quite do it for me, but again, I am enamored with the character. There’s a sex scene in the pic - it’s less than a minute long - but holy moly, it is smoking hot. He hit that woman from every angle and I longed to be his queen. I was compelled to watch this movie because my Humanities Teach made a lot of comparisons between this film and the Greek and Spartan empires at that era in history. The flick is very true to the time, and the ancient Spartans really did kill children who were too weak to fight.
Susan Boyle
Is there anyone who hasn’t seen the British woman being dubbed by America as the ‘Hairy Angel’? She was on Britain’s Got Talent (I love that over the pond shit) and has a very, um, distinct look. Her voice is fabulous. I watched it on you tube and a bawled, which doesn’t say much as I bawl at every opportunity that presents itself. I wake up every Wednesday morning with my eyes swollen shut because I watch The Biggest Loser on Tuesdays. ~ Squish, Squish ~
Ethical Psychology
I only have 2 ½ weeks left of school. The final test in my Psych class is on Mental Disorders and Therapy. Damn, do I even need to go to class? Teach ALWAYS calls on me because I tend to have an answer in some form of another. Yesterday she asked a hypothetical question: Suppose you are a female counselor with the prison system. One of the men you are supposed to counsel is a violent rapist. What would you do? How would you feel? One girl responded, “Terrified. Scared,” which I guess is a reasonable response for an extremely young adult. Of course, no one else had any comments so Teach looks at me and says, “How would you feel, Elizabeth?” My reply, “I wouldn’t. That’s your job. If you cannot separate your personal feelings from your professional obligations and be objective to your patients, you have no right to be in that job position.” A lot of the chicks turned around and snarled at me. Teach’s reply, “Elizabeth is right. As a psychologist you have a moral and ethical duty to treat each patient with respect and not show bias. If you cannot do that, you need to remove yourself from the case.” Hahaha, bitches!
Slumdog Millionaire
It was a’ight.
My Slang
I was in my Humanities class yesterday writing notes to my fat friend. Teach made a comment to this one Middle Eastern guy who came in late - he said something to the effect of, “Do you think you can get here on time for once?” Eeek! Then this black guy came in literally AN HOUR LATE and I write on my trusty notebook and pass it to my buddy, “What do you think Teach is gonna say to this cat?” My Big Buddy writes back, “Who the hell says cat these days?”
Rosecia
I think I have developed rosecia. The skin on certain parts of my face are a reddish pink color, so I almost always have to wear foundation. I googled it and someone can develop rosecia when they over exfoliate their skin. Well, that blows. I had NO acne during my formative years, probably because I used to scrub my face daily with straight rubbing alcohol. 20 years later I find out that was not so good of an idea.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I am so bitter about this. I hear the movie isn’t as good as it should be. I’ve been waiting forever and a day (well, since last summer, at least) for this sucker to come out and now I hear it blows as hard as a porno star. #@$%^&*(!
WOW! That’s a helluva a lot of typing. Hell, I’ve probably got more words in here than all the 2009 posts combined. I must be chatty.
Lock Your Doors!
I’ve notice lately when I’m driving down Dale Mabry that those flashing, informational signs have been up which say, “INCREASED PATROLS IN THE AREA. LOCK YOUR DOORS. SECURE YOUR VALUABLES.” WTF? I didn’t see anything on the news about some suspect running rampant in Carrollwood.
Maybe it was Pat…
Many, many years ago, there was this guy named Pat who was infatuated with me (for real - no lie - I’m not being cocky). As it turns out, 12 years later I happen to hook up with his step-brother, my current BF (I may have already posted this ‘Keep it in the family‘ information). I never hooked up with Pat. He was a good shoulder to cry on. I promised him that I would go out with him and give him a chance when my boyfriend at the time (Snobrey) and I spilt. This never happened. Pat eventually married a stripper and spawned off a few kids.
About two years ago I got an email from Michelle asking if Pat’s wife’s name was Julie. Yep, yep. Apparently she was screwing around with someone in her office. I don’t know if the two of them had split, were separated or whatever.
About two weeks ago, I was at the house one night when the BF received a phone call from Julie’s friend, saying Pat had beat the shit outta her, pistol whipped her, threw her out of a moving car, and she was currently residing in the hospital. You never know how much of what is true so I did not pass this information on to my Gossip Girl, Michelle. The next day I was in class and received a text message, at that time, from an unknown source (I lost my phone remember, I don‘t know what‘s coming from who - it was Michelle). It said, “WTF is up with Pat? Pistol whipped his ex?” How could this person know? As it turns out, it was blasted all over Bay News 9 and Pat was a wanted man.
I guess I picked the lesser of two evils.
Maybe it was Pat…
Many, many years ago, there was this guy named Pat who was infatuated with me (for real - no lie - I’m not being cocky). As it turns out, 12 years later I happen to hook up with his step-brother, my current BF (I may have already posted this ‘Keep it in the family‘ information). I never hooked up with Pat. He was a good shoulder to cry on. I promised him that I would go out with him and give him a chance when my boyfriend at the time (Snobrey) and I spilt. This never happened. Pat eventually married a stripper and spawned off a few kids.
About two years ago I got an email from Michelle asking if Pat’s wife’s name was Julie. Yep, yep. Apparently she was screwing around with someone in her office. I don’t know if the two of them had split, were separated or whatever.
About two weeks ago, I was at the house one night when the BF received a phone call from Julie’s friend, saying Pat had beat the shit outta her, pistol whipped her, threw her out of a moving car, and she was currently residing in the hospital. You never know how much of what is true so I did not pass this information on to my Gossip Girl, Michelle. The next day I was in class and received a text message, at that time, from an unknown source (I lost my phone remember, I don‘t know what‘s coming from who - it was Michelle). It said, “WTF is up with Pat? Pistol whipped his ex?” How could this person know? As it turns out, it was blasted all over Bay News 9 and Pat was a wanted man.
I guess I picked the lesser of two evils.
The Big 3-0
Well, I’ve hit a milestone. I turned the Big 3-0 last week. I had an intimate party with about 15 of my parents’ friends (as I don’t have any of my own). The invitation of the old folks served two purposes: a) I had peeps at the party; b) I was the youngest one there (save the BF who’s only three months younger than myself). I had a wonderful time and all the old folks are super cool.
Yesterday in my Humanities class, Teach was talking about the ancient Roman Empire and comparing aspects of it to the movie Gladiator. Yesterday he said, “I don’t know if ya’ll have ever seen this movie - it’s kinda old - but in Gladiator, I think it was Maximus, who said, ‘there once was a dream that was Rome.’” Ummm, I saw this flick at the movie theater in my early twenties. Fuck me.
My goal was to look better at 30 than I did at 20. During summer cleaning last year I packed up all the clothes that were too big for me. I had to pull out a pair of pants from the ‘Fat People’ bin this morning. Again, fuck me.
Yesterday in my Humanities class, Teach was talking about the ancient Roman Empire and comparing aspects of it to the movie Gladiator. Yesterday he said, “I don’t know if ya’ll have ever seen this movie - it’s kinda old - but in Gladiator, I think it was Maximus, who said, ‘there once was a dream that was Rome.’” Ummm, I saw this flick at the movie theater in my early twenties. Fuck me.
My goal was to look better at 30 than I did at 20. During summer cleaning last year I packed up all the clothes that were too big for me. I had to pull out a pair of pants from the ‘Fat People’ bin this morning. Again, fuck me.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I Am So Funny
Have you all met the funniest person in the world? You have and it’s me. I absolutely crack myself up sometimes and most of the time, it really isn’t ALL that funny. I’m still giggling about my ‘Red Alert’ comment from a month ago or so. Hahahahaha.
So what has me in stitches? Yesterday it was storming outside and I opted to go to a friend’s house after school, rain and all (come to think of it, I wonder if the dreary weather was an omen..). We were watching TV and the news stations were covering the string o’ storms like they were Hurricane Katrina. They had up a map of the area that looked strikingly similar to a picture of a PET scan of a schitzo’s brain we had been looking at earlier in psychology class. All the while the Bay News 9 newscaster was talking to the weather guy.
NC: Newscaster - WG: Weather Guy - D: Me!
NC: (WG), can you tell us about those colors we are seeing on the map?
D: What a stupid fucking question. Everyone knows what colors mean.
WG: Well, (NC), the weather maps have had the same coloring since 197(something).
D: Hahahahahahaha.
The sad part – this happened like 20 hours and I still find it very humorous. I think I need a life.
Side note – if you are not signed in and still wish to comment to a post, please click the NAME button and type your name so I know who you are. I know the last two comments were from my friend (Hey friend – just use the handle Boy Toy as more than likely that is how you will be referred to here. Oh, and Anonymous from back in the day who made the comment about me going into rehab, you don’t need to post your name – I know who you AAre or as Amy Winehouse would say, “Blaaaaake!” Touché. Sorry – it’s early and I’m still sleepy.) This way readers will know who you are as some of you get referred to time to time.
By the way, I just wanted everyone to know I am not that grameratikalie challenged, I am in community college you know. I was rereading a few of my last posts, which I do fairly often out of sheer boredom, and notice that I misspelled a whole smack load of stuff and typed in incorrect, but similar, words (you instead of your; day instead of dad; etc..). I only glimpse through these blogs after I type them. I start off with one train of through which derails off the track and then I start typing something else, all the while thinking I need to go back to the first subject and once I do, my thought process is out of whack and I am typing in a completely different style. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I am not meant to be a proof reader. And this post hasn’t been proofed either. And that shall be my last warning.
So what has me in stitches? Yesterday it was storming outside and I opted to go to a friend’s house after school, rain and all (come to think of it, I wonder if the dreary weather was an omen..). We were watching TV and the news stations were covering the string o’ storms like they were Hurricane Katrina. They had up a map of the area that looked strikingly similar to a picture of a PET scan of a schitzo’s brain we had been looking at earlier in psychology class. All the while the Bay News 9 newscaster was talking to the weather guy.
NC: Newscaster - WG: Weather Guy - D: Me!
NC: (WG), can you tell us about those colors we are seeing on the map?
D: What a stupid fucking question. Everyone knows what colors mean.
WG: Well, (NC), the weather maps have had the same coloring since 197(something).
D: Hahahahahahaha.
The sad part – this happened like 20 hours and I still find it very humorous. I think I need a life.
Side note – if you are not signed in and still wish to comment to a post, please click the NAME button and type your name so I know who you are. I know the last two comments were from my friend (Hey friend – just use the handle Boy Toy as more than likely that is how you will be referred to here. Oh, and Anonymous from back in the day who made the comment about me going into rehab, you don’t need to post your name – I know who you AAre or as Amy Winehouse would say, “Blaaaaake!” Touché. Sorry – it’s early and I’m still sleepy.) This way readers will know who you are as some of you get referred to time to time.
By the way, I just wanted everyone to know I am not that grameratikalie challenged, I am in community college you know. I was rereading a few of my last posts, which I do fairly often out of sheer boredom, and notice that I misspelled a whole smack load of stuff and typed in incorrect, but similar, words (you instead of your; day instead of dad; etc..). I only glimpse through these blogs after I type them. I start off with one train of through which derails off the track and then I start typing something else, all the while thinking I need to go back to the first subject and once I do, my thought process is out of whack and I am typing in a completely different style. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I am not meant to be a proof reader. And this post hasn’t been proofed either. And that shall be my last warning.
Monday, April 13, 2009
A Long, Long Time Ago
I can still remember....
I have pictures everywhere in my office so let’s go again, shall we? (This is great – I can now have a permanent recollection of everything!)
As many of you well know, my folks split when I was quite you. Mom moved up to NC while I stayed in Florida with Pops (and God do I love my day – no sarcasm intending – he is the greatest man ever). Even couple of summer’s I would fly up to NC to visit my Mom. One year, when I was 16 or 17, I missed my flight. This was totally my fault, Either Michelle or my friend Bart were rushing to get me to the airport but the God’s honest truth I was running late because I had been having sex with this guy named Tony S. (TMI – I know).
So here I am at TIA, my flight missed. The air people got let me get on the next flight, which would be arriving in Charlotte only about an hour or so after my original flight. So I hop on that plane and begin my travel up north. When I landed, I realized I had no idea how to find my Step-Paw because he was at some other gate. So here I was, roaming around the terminal and I looked over and saw this man eating a hot dog and immediately thought, “What is the guy homeless? Why does he have all that shit in his hair?” And then it hit me who it was.
I have pictures everywhere in my office so let’s go again, shall we? (This is great – I can now have a permanent recollection of everything!)
As many of you well know, my folks split when I was quite you. Mom moved up to NC while I stayed in Florida with Pops (and God do I love my day – no sarcasm intending – he is the greatest man ever). Even couple of summer’s I would fly up to NC to visit my Mom. One year, when I was 16 or 17, I missed my flight. This was totally my fault, Either Michelle or my friend Bart were rushing to get me to the airport but the God’s honest truth I was running late because I had been having sex with this guy named Tony S. (TMI – I know).
So here I am at TIA, my flight missed. The air people got let me get on the next flight, which would be arriving in Charlotte only about an hour or so after my original flight. So I hop on that plane and begin my travel up north. When I landed, I realized I had no idea how to find my Step-Paw because he was at some other gate. So here I was, roaming around the terminal and I looked over and saw this man eating a hot dog and immediately thought, “What is the guy homeless? Why does he have all that shit in his hair?” And then it hit me who it was.
***IT WAS GEORGE MUTHA-FUCKING CLINTON!!
***
I went up to him and said, “Sir, are you George Clinton?” “Yes I am baby,” he says to me. Holy shit! I asked for an autograph and he let me take is picture. I felt horrible because he was eating his dog in peace when I interrupted him and then people starting coming up to him.
Do who know how many artists look up to this man for decades and have used him and his music as their inspiration? I think everyone of his songs have been sampled by someone or another.
It was the coolest thing. I got to meet the Original D-O-G!
A Long, Long Time Ago
I can still remember…..
Let’s all give this new segment to danielleisblogging a nice warm welcome. This is where I’ll be posting pics and some of the more memorable stories from my past which I am starting to forget due to my old age (I TURNED THE BIG 3-0 LAST WEEK – WOOT!).
Many, many years ago – a decade or so – my best friend at the time, Michelle, got knocked up, married (in that order) and was close to spawning time. I lost my friend because her husband hated me and still does to this day (she couldn’t even go to my 30th Birthday Party last weekend). My real Grandmother (the one who hates everyone whether they’re white, brown, red, yellow, Puerto Rican and Haitian) is from Costa Rica and she was planning a trip down there as her mother had recently passed away and Grandma needed to travel to take care of her late mother’s estate. Since I was going through a turbulent time, she offered to take me along, all expenses included. We got such a great fare for the trip that my ex, Aubrey (or as Michele would call him, Snobrey) came along.
We did all the usual sight seeing; I can post some of those pics later. Before we went up to see the Irazu (or something like that) Volcano, we stopped at a little mercado in Cartago where G’ma proceeded to pick up some of her favorite fruits from her younger days, fruits which are certainly not native, or even sold here in the good U.S. of A. I had never seen anything like them and they were so vulgar I was compelled to take a picture.
Let’s all give this new segment to danielleisblogging a nice warm welcome. This is where I’ll be posting pics and some of the more memorable stories from my past which I am starting to forget due to my old age (I TURNED THE BIG 3-0 LAST WEEK – WOOT!).
Many, many years ago – a decade or so – my best friend at the time, Michelle, got knocked up, married (in that order) and was close to spawning time. I lost my friend because her husband hated me and still does to this day (she couldn’t even go to my 30th Birthday Party last weekend). My real Grandmother (the one who hates everyone whether they’re white, brown, red, yellow, Puerto Rican and Haitian) is from Costa Rica and she was planning a trip down there as her mother had recently passed away and Grandma needed to travel to take care of her late mother’s estate. Since I was going through a turbulent time, she offered to take me along, all expenses included. We got such a great fare for the trip that my ex, Aubrey (or as Michele would call him, Snobrey) came along.
We did all the usual sight seeing; I can post some of those pics later. Before we went up to see the Irazu (or something like that) Volcano, we stopped at a little mercado in Cartago where G’ma proceeded to pick up some of her favorite fruits from her younger days, fruits which are certainly not native, or even sold here in the good U.S. of A. I had never seen anything like them and they were so vulgar I was compelled to take a picture.
Doesn’t the one on the left look like a vagina? I was sitting in the back seat watching my grandmother chow down on those things as if she were a carpet muncher. I still have flashbacks..
Sunday, April 12, 2009
D is for Dangerous
I was thinking about doing something that could possibly constitute bad.
Can someone tell me what is considered cheating?
There's this hot guy in my psych class that wants to make out with me (hehehe - feels like high school again). And he is pretty hot - blue eyes, brown hair (you all know how much I like it when they look like me); very, very tall; tattoos. The only negative, he's a little on the slim side. If anything were to progress further than a heated make out session I'm afraid I'd break him like a twig.
I think the honeymoon here is over and I may be looking for boy toy or a mister (is that what you would call a male mistress?).
Bad Danielle. As boring as my life usually is, I can sure get myself into some shit.
Can someone tell me what is considered cheating?
There's this hot guy in my psych class that wants to make out with me (hehehe - feels like high school again). And he is pretty hot - blue eyes, brown hair (you all know how much I like it when they look like me); very, very tall; tattoos. The only negative, he's a little on the slim side. If anything were to progress further than a heated make out session I'm afraid I'd break him like a twig.
I think the honeymoon here is over and I may be looking for boy toy or a mister (is that what you would call a male mistress?).
Bad Danielle. As boring as my life usually is, I can sure get myself into some shit.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Skinny Jeans
I can't believe skinny jeans have been/are back in style. And I can't believe I have a few pairs of them. I feel like I've sold out.
I got my God=Greed paper back in my Humanities class today - I got an 'A-' and am thrilled. I really thought that was gonna be a 'C' paper at best.
I lost my cell phone today and had to get a replacement. All of my phone numbers have been lost and I am pissed. I'm not sure how it got away from me. I've been calling it but I put it on silent when I'm at school and I don't know if I unsilenced it or not. Thank gosh I have insurance on the phone. It only cost me $50. When my contract comes due in a few months, I'm gonna buy an expensive, bad ass phone. Why? I just wanna be cool again.
I got my God=Greed paper back in my Humanities class today - I got an 'A-' and am thrilled. I really thought that was gonna be a 'C' paper at best.
I lost my cell phone today and had to get a replacement. All of my phone numbers have been lost and I am pissed. I'm not sure how it got away from me. I've been calling it but I put it on silent when I'm at school and I don't know if I unsilenced it or not. Thank gosh I have insurance on the phone. It only cost me $50. When my contract comes due in a few months, I'm gonna buy an expensive, bad ass phone. Why? I just wanna be cool again.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Dear D & D:
Debbie and Dylan:
Oh Deb - I've been meaning to call or email you but like I said in previous posts, time just slips through my fingers like sand in the hourglass (these are the days of my life).
Dylan - I still have your email from August in my inbox to respond to. I see it when I check my email and think, "Damn, I need to reply to Dylan!" But alas, I do not. I've not forgotten though!
Oh Deb - I've been meaning to call or email you but like I said in previous posts, time just slips through my fingers like sand in the hourglass (these are the days of my life).
Dylan - I still have your email from August in my inbox to respond to. I see it when I check my email and think, "Damn, I need to reply to Dylan!" But alas, I do not. I've not forgotten though!
My Humanities Paper
I can't believe I forgot to tell you all what my humanities paper was about!
Unfortunately, the "Quran" and "Woman" thing didn't work out, but I did use a passsage of the Quran for my paper. The story is very similar to Christianity. God Is good - God is great - Believers shall go to a paradise as long as they follow God - Unbelievers shall rot in hell.
So what, you ask, was my paper in? I compared God to Greed, the Unbelievers are the peeps who got fucked in the housing crisis and the Believers are the bastards who profited off of them.
Hell, here I come!
Unfortunately, the "Quran" and "Woman" thing didn't work out, but I did use a passsage of the Quran for my paper. The story is very similar to Christianity. God Is good - God is great - Believers shall go to a paradise as long as they follow God - Unbelievers shall rot in hell.
So what, you ask, was my paper in? I compared God to Greed, the Unbelievers are the peeps who got fucked in the housing crisis and the Believers are the bastards who profited off of them.
Hell, here I come!
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Something New Everyday
Today, at the campus, I bought a fruit juice from a vending machine with my check card. Who knew you could do such things?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Monday, Monday
I am constantly looking for an excuse to not study, so blog I shall. I've gotten B's and C's on my last few assignments and/or tests so since it's not going my way, I want to quit. Being I always "Go Big or Go Home," my big seems to be moving out of the way and home is now in the lead.
I've started watching my Star Trek: The Next Generation Seasons 1 - 7. Again. It's only like 150 episodes or something - I can squeeze studying in between it all. I absolutely love TNG. I've had sexually fantasies about Captain Jean-Luc Picard for years. Oh, the things I would do to him if he'd just tell me to "Make it so," or to "Engage!" And if it were my time of the month he'd yell out, "Red alert!" Sorry - I know that's really nasty but I think it's funny as hell. Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care. I'm trying to find one of my all time favorite episodes where Picard, Guinan, Ensign Ro and Keiko all turn into kids as the Enterprise is being invaded. I just love the part where Lil' Picard needed to speak with Riker and threw a hellacious temper tantrum to do so. Hahahaha. One of my favorite scenes, but not as good as the one in the 2nd episode where the crew stumbles upon a virus that makes everybody horny and Data gets laid. Tasha Yar asked if he was fully functional and Data replied, "I have been programmed in multiple techniques." I need a Data. God, I am a sick puppy, aren't I? I must not be getting enough at home.
I have a psychology test tomorrow which I really should be studying for now, but I have such an awful time trying to manage my time. Plus rewatching all of the Star Trek episodes for the umpteenth time can be a bit consuming. I picked up a planner last time I was at Staples and have been trying, unsuccessfully to manage my time, hour by hour. I allotted myself break times and everything. Like everything else, it was all fine and fun for the first two or three days, so needless to say I'm back to doing things half-assedly. I do not want to take this test. It's like fucking biology. When we study stuff like mental conditions, medications, altered states of consciousness, I'm all up in it. But my test tomorrow is on the nervous and endocrine systems, what all different parts of the brain and what they do, like the corpus crispy thing that connects the two halves of the brain and the glands and stuff. I can't even tell you what the fuck the endocrine system has to do with anything so I really should start reviewing my illegible notes.
The higher, the fewer.
I've started watching my Star Trek: The Next Generation Seasons 1 - 7. Again. It's only like 150 episodes or something - I can squeeze studying in between it all. I absolutely love TNG. I've had sexually fantasies about Captain Jean-Luc Picard for years. Oh, the things I would do to him if he'd just tell me to "Make it so," or to "Engage!" And if it were my time of the month he'd yell out, "Red alert!" Sorry - I know that's really nasty but I think it's funny as hell. Jimmy cracked corn and I don't care. I'm trying to find one of my all time favorite episodes where Picard, Guinan, Ensign Ro and Keiko all turn into kids as the Enterprise is being invaded. I just love the part where Lil' Picard needed to speak with Riker and threw a hellacious temper tantrum to do so. Hahahaha. One of my favorite scenes, but not as good as the one in the 2nd episode where the crew stumbles upon a virus that makes everybody horny and Data gets laid. Tasha Yar asked if he was fully functional and Data replied, "I have been programmed in multiple techniques." I need a Data. God, I am a sick puppy, aren't I? I must not be getting enough at home.
I have a psychology test tomorrow which I really should be studying for now, but I have such an awful time trying to manage my time. Plus rewatching all of the Star Trek episodes for the umpteenth time can be a bit consuming. I picked up a planner last time I was at Staples and have been trying, unsuccessfully to manage my time, hour by hour. I allotted myself break times and everything. Like everything else, it was all fine and fun for the first two or three days, so needless to say I'm back to doing things half-assedly. I do not want to take this test. It's like fucking biology. When we study stuff like mental conditions, medications, altered states of consciousness, I'm all up in it. But my test tomorrow is on the nervous and endocrine systems, what all different parts of the brain and what they do, like the corpus crispy thing that connects the two halves of the brain and the glands and stuff. I can't even tell you what the fuck the endocrine system has to do with anything so I really should start reviewing my illegible notes.
The higher, the fewer.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
'D' is for Dumbass
Those who know me know I am not the most graceful of people. I remember one particular incident close to 15 years ago. While Michelle was at my house I managed to get myself stuck between an old leather chair and my bed, face down, ass up (dat’s da way we like to, sorry, I don’t know why rap’s been in my hiz-ed. ****). Michelle laughed hysterically and, come to think of it, I don’t remember her helping me get out of that crevice. When I try to be sexy and seductive I am instead clumsy, usually knocking someone in the face or accidentally kneeing the groin area of my partner. Last week I burnt myself on the top of the hand making brownies (the scab’s peeling off now and it looks like I have ringworm or something).
Yesterday I fell off the bed. Again. You see we have this bed that’s built naturally really high up with a pillow top mattress and, of course, then we have all the stuff I keep by my side of the bed, my laptop stand, school books conveniently strewn over the floor, in what is no more than a 3 and ½ foot space by the way. For whatever reason, I always think I can reach down and pick up books, appears or remotes from the floor. I always fall and scrape myself up. Every time – never fails. I cut the top of my ankle against something and it still hurts even if you don’t touch it. I nearly knocked over my laptop as I went tumbling down, hitting my head on the wall. And yet for some reason, time and time again (I’ve done this no less than five times), I continue to think I can grab the shit on the floor. Every time I ask myself (and so does My Man when he hears the commotion) at what point will I realize my arms aren’t long enough even when I stretch and teeter my ass on the edge of the mattress. Ka-boom!
I thought I was going to have to take my car to the shop because the light behind the speedometer and odometer and gas tank panel thing were out. I was out driving one night and I had no idea how fast I was going or what station the radio was on – apparently it’s all connected. So I told My Man about it one morning as I was heading out to school. He came out to the car and asked if I had a dimmer switch for the lights. I do and once I turned the dimmer up the lights popped back on. Without him I would have taken my car to the shop. This though may not be fully my fault because: a) I have no idea how I managed to turn down the dial; b) Why the fuck is there a dial? Don’t people have to see how fast they are going when their headlights are on? More money for the man I tell you.
And finally, during the brownie flesh burning session of ’09, I found out that the little switch on the top of the stove controlled a light in the oven. I was sooo excited. My Man looked at me like I had lost it.
Yesterday I fell off the bed. Again. You see we have this bed that’s built naturally really high up with a pillow top mattress and, of course, then we have all the stuff I keep by my side of the bed, my laptop stand, school books conveniently strewn over the floor, in what is no more than a 3 and ½ foot space by the way. For whatever reason, I always think I can reach down and pick up books, appears or remotes from the floor. I always fall and scrape myself up. Every time – never fails. I cut the top of my ankle against something and it still hurts even if you don’t touch it. I nearly knocked over my laptop as I went tumbling down, hitting my head on the wall. And yet for some reason, time and time again (I’ve done this no less than five times), I continue to think I can grab the shit on the floor. Every time I ask myself (and so does My Man when he hears the commotion) at what point will I realize my arms aren’t long enough even when I stretch and teeter my ass on the edge of the mattress. Ka-boom!
I thought I was going to have to take my car to the shop because the light behind the speedometer and odometer and gas tank panel thing were out. I was out driving one night and I had no idea how fast I was going or what station the radio was on – apparently it’s all connected. So I told My Man about it one morning as I was heading out to school. He came out to the car and asked if I had a dimmer switch for the lights. I do and once I turned the dimmer up the lights popped back on. Without him I would have taken my car to the shop. This though may not be fully my fault because: a) I have no idea how I managed to turn down the dial; b) Why the fuck is there a dial? Don’t people have to see how fast they are going when their headlights are on? More money for the man I tell you.
And finally, during the brownie flesh burning session of ’09, I found out that the little switch on the top of the stove controlled a light in the oven. I was sooo excited. My Man looked at me like I had lost it.
Skool Daze
How are my avid readers doing this glorious Tuesday? I have been extremely swamped with school work and I'm not sure how much more information my poor brain can hold. I knew it would be difficult and I would need to adjust, but I didn’t know it was going to be this tough. I feel almost like I bit off more than I can chew. I worked a full 8 hour day yesterday, crammed for my Humanities test during lunch, came home and had to wash the dishes and figure out what I was cooking for dinner (DING! I need to go take some meat out of the freezer so we can have dinner tonight – I shall return. BACK!! Did you miss me?). My head spins on a daily basis.
You said you wanted to hear how school's going? It's going. History isn't too bad - I thought it would be worse. The week before last I had to write something about The Great Awakening of America and the religious revivals and something about religious revivals today. I compared the revivals to Obama's presidential campaign. A! I had my 2nd quiz last week and I fell like an idiot. How the hell does one get a B on what is basically an open book test?
Psychology, psychology, psychology – a class in which I am surrounded by a group of young, stupid and ignorant people. A few weeks ago Teach was talking about little boys playing with dolls and asked if the class had an opinion. The black girl with long, claw-like fingernails and a helluva weave, raised her hand and said, "I'd let my 2 or 3 year old play wit' 'em but at 6 or 7 they need to stop. I don't want 'em to turn 'homo.'" I almost went down as home girl did the finger quotations around homo, and in one sentence she easily alienated any gays or lesbians in the class. I got a B on my first psychology test. The weaved out black girl started crying in class because she bombed it. I thought I was back in elementary school. Teach posted the group average and our Team Five scored the highest with a C - rounding out the class was another C and three D's, making me quite happy with my B. I turned in my first psych paper today, and as I’m sure I previously mentioned but let me remind you anyways), which is graded based off of a pass/fail system only. WTF?! I can actually write psychology papers.
English isn't what I thought it would be. It’s an online course where I can usually get away with doing everything half ass (like using the textbook on the History test and still scoring a B – maybe half ass isn’t working), but unfortunately this woman has us reading three or four chapters a week. Each chapter has 4 or 5 stories plus verbiage for creative writing. No, it doesn’t sound bad but it is. I’ll be happy to get a C in this class, but hey – that’s all I need to pass it.
And since you are all so interested in my school life, I will round out my babblings with Humanities. I find the class extremely fascinating. I learned who built the pyramids and how and why they were built; I found out that before Eve there was Lilith, who was banished to Nod as Adam didn’t like her because she felt she was his equal and because (and this really is QUOTED from my Humanities teacher), “she liked to be on top.” Don't we all? Anywho, this is supposed to be in the old Jewish writings so I’ll hopefully have the free time to research this. When talking about the story of Cain and Able, the professor compared Abel to a shepherd and Cain as a farmer and creator of totalitarian agriculture (which stops the natural cycle of life). Umm, I don’t know what they were smoking when they came up with this theory but that’s some strong shit. I took my first test today and I think I actually faired quite well (tune in next time for grade). And I thought this was to be my hell class. Oh, but before you exhale, it still is. I have that horrible paper due next week where I have to decipher the writings of one ancient person or the other and compare them to a current day news article, the first paper of two which account of 30% of my grade. I flipped through the book and I saw the works “Quran” and “Women.” It’s time for me to alienate any Muslim students in the class.
You said you wanted to hear how school's going? It's going. History isn't too bad - I thought it would be worse. The week before last I had to write something about The Great Awakening of America and the religious revivals and something about religious revivals today. I compared the revivals to Obama's presidential campaign. A! I had my 2nd quiz last week and I fell like an idiot. How the hell does one get a B on what is basically an open book test?
Psychology, psychology, psychology – a class in which I am surrounded by a group of young, stupid and ignorant people. A few weeks ago Teach was talking about little boys playing with dolls and asked if the class had an opinion. The black girl with long, claw-like fingernails and a helluva weave, raised her hand and said, "I'd let my 2 or 3 year old play wit' 'em but at 6 or 7 they need to stop. I don't want 'em to turn 'homo.'" I almost went down as home girl did the finger quotations around homo, and in one sentence she easily alienated any gays or lesbians in the class. I got a B on my first psychology test. The weaved out black girl started crying in class because she bombed it. I thought I was back in elementary school. Teach posted the group average and our Team Five scored the highest with a C - rounding out the class was another C and three D's, making me quite happy with my B. I turned in my first psych paper today, and as I’m sure I previously mentioned but let me remind you anyways), which is graded based off of a pass/fail system only. WTF?! I can actually write psychology papers.
English isn't what I thought it would be. It’s an online course where I can usually get away with doing everything half ass (like using the textbook on the History test and still scoring a B – maybe half ass isn’t working), but unfortunately this woman has us reading three or four chapters a week. Each chapter has 4 or 5 stories plus verbiage for creative writing. No, it doesn’t sound bad but it is. I’ll be happy to get a C in this class, but hey – that’s all I need to pass it.
And since you are all so interested in my school life, I will round out my babblings with Humanities. I find the class extremely fascinating. I learned who built the pyramids and how and why they were built; I found out that before Eve there was Lilith, who was banished to Nod as Adam didn’t like her because she felt she was his equal and because (and this really is QUOTED from my Humanities teacher), “she liked to be on top.” Don't we all? Anywho, this is supposed to be in the old Jewish writings so I’ll hopefully have the free time to research this. When talking about the story of Cain and Able, the professor compared Abel to a shepherd and Cain as a farmer and creator of totalitarian agriculture (which stops the natural cycle of life). Umm, I don’t know what they were smoking when they came up with this theory but that’s some strong shit. I took my first test today and I think I actually faired quite well (tune in next time for grade). And I thought this was to be my hell class. Oh, but before you exhale, it still is. I have that horrible paper due next week where I have to decipher the writings of one ancient person or the other and compare them to a current day news article, the first paper of two which account of 30% of my grade. I flipped through the book and I saw the works “Quran” and “Women.” It’s time for me to alienate any Muslim students in the class.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Higher Learning
I am officially a full time college student. The last week and a half has been quite eye opening for me. I'm old.
8:00a is too bloody early to have to be in a class that's down by the stadium when I live in North, North Tampa. My train of thought was to knock everything out in the morning so I could be home by lunch so I will have ample time to study (one of my teachers said that with a full class load you should be studying about 36 hours a week). I don't know if I have the motivation for that. It's been colder than Dolores Umbridge's tit (HP reference) in the mornings and having to leave to go to school before, at or shortly after 7am sucks. I'm not used to this early morning get up and go somewhere shit anymore. Granted, I generally get up in the morning at the crack of dawn with My Man, but I would usually go back to sleep shortly thereafter. By the time I get home from school at 11a I'm ready for a nap.
The whole purchasing of college textbooks is a racket. Why do I need to buy a new Humanities: From Prehistoric to the Renaissance book? Has history changed? I have the same issue with my American History class - the book I need is Volume I: to 1877. Umm, I know people would like to rewrite history but that is not an option. Shenanigans I say!
On the agenda this semester: Humanities (on campus), American History (online), Psychology (on campus) and English Composition II (online). I didn't think I'd say this but I think I actually prefer the lecture classes over the online ones.
I have never felt so old in my life as I did on the first day of class. These kids on campus looked exactly like that - kids - no older that 14 or so. It made me feel dino-rrific.
My first class at the ass crack of dawn is Psychology. The ignorance of the kids in that class. On the first day teach asked what peeps thought about when they heard the work psychology. The dumb ass Spanish kid in front of me said, "Padded room. Crazy." Oh hell. The teacher is taking a team approach this semester and divided us into groups. I'm on Team Five and we're seated in the back of the class. I feel like I'm back in high school. Team Five also has two possibly social misfits (excluding myself) and the fun has already started. On a side note, I got a bit pissed today when one of the team asked me if he could borrow my notes because he just can't keep up and I write fast. Then some of my other teammates said the same thing, they couldn't keep up. I'm gonna do it just this once, but I absolutely will not be responsible for playing secretary to this team. Everyone knows I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel, so the whole thought of having to be in a group is already wearing on me.
I'm petrified of my Humanities class. I have to write two papers this semester where I have to read some old literature (from Prehistoric times to the Renaissance) and make connections between that story/poem/multiple verses of the bible and a news article written in the last 5 years. Not excited about this one bit. I have a hard time deciphering ye old writings and to somehow show how the underlying concepts of the story of Adam and Eve can be referenced in current affairs is a task I don't know if I can complete. The biggest problem is I HAVE to get an 'A' in this class as it's one of the classes I dropped/failed out of back in the day and the class can only be taken twice. No pressure. We had a pop quiz in class today because no one read the Epic of Gilgamesh. I really did read it last week and it closely parallels the story of Noah and the Arc but I don't remember names and crap like that. And again, to take that and bring it into present day I believe is nearly impossible. However, I know I did better than my 18 year old buddy I sit next to. The first question was, "What was the name of Gilgamesh's friend?" His answer - Joe.
American History should be easy enough. My assignment last week was to create an original post and reply to someone else's post regarding the question, "What advice would you give the Native Americans in regards to the impending onslaught of their people by the Europeans?" Run?! Fortunately, earlier in the week my Humanities teacher happened to say the Native Americans lived in a Neolithic society before the introduction of the Europeans. Sounded good to me and I scored 25/25 points, putting me at the 'A' level thus far. I have a quiz due by Sunday so we'll see where I am then.
English Comp. starts this week. I'm hoping this one won't be too bad. I have the faith in myself that I can ace this class but I do have to write some type of long, fully documented research paper of sorts. I guess I'll find out in a few days.
Thus the start of my new student life has been fairly uninteresting. There's a lot of information for my brain to absorb and unfortunately my short term memory is fried. Hopefully I'll get into the swing of things relatively quickly. I think I can, I know I can, Matta' of fact I'm sure I can.
8:00a is too bloody early to have to be in a class that's down by the stadium when I live in North, North Tampa. My train of thought was to knock everything out in the morning so I could be home by lunch so I will have ample time to study (one of my teachers said that with a full class load you should be studying about 36 hours a week). I don't know if I have the motivation for that. It's been colder than Dolores Umbridge's tit (HP reference) in the mornings and having to leave to go to school before, at or shortly after 7am sucks. I'm not used to this early morning get up and go somewhere shit anymore. Granted, I generally get up in the morning at the crack of dawn with My Man, but I would usually go back to sleep shortly thereafter. By the time I get home from school at 11a I'm ready for a nap.
The whole purchasing of college textbooks is a racket. Why do I need to buy a new Humanities: From Prehistoric to the Renaissance book? Has history changed? I have the same issue with my American History class - the book I need is Volume I: to 1877. Umm, I know people would like to rewrite history but that is not an option. Shenanigans I say!
On the agenda this semester: Humanities (on campus), American History (online), Psychology (on campus) and English Composition II (online). I didn't think I'd say this but I think I actually prefer the lecture classes over the online ones.
I have never felt so old in my life as I did on the first day of class. These kids on campus looked exactly like that - kids - no older that 14 or so. It made me feel dino-rrific.
My first class at the ass crack of dawn is Psychology. The ignorance of the kids in that class. On the first day teach asked what peeps thought about when they heard the work psychology. The dumb ass Spanish kid in front of me said, "Padded room. Crazy." Oh hell. The teacher is taking a team approach this semester and divided us into groups. I'm on Team Five and we're seated in the back of the class. I feel like I'm back in high school. Team Five also has two possibly social misfits (excluding myself) and the fun has already started. On a side note, I got a bit pissed today when one of the team asked me if he could borrow my notes because he just can't keep up and I write fast. Then some of my other teammates said the same thing, they couldn't keep up. I'm gonna do it just this once, but I absolutely will not be responsible for playing secretary to this team. Everyone knows I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel, so the whole thought of having to be in a group is already wearing on me.
I'm petrified of my Humanities class. I have to write two papers this semester where I have to read some old literature (from Prehistoric times to the Renaissance) and make connections between that story/poem/multiple verses of the bible and a news article written in the last 5 years. Not excited about this one bit. I have a hard time deciphering ye old writings and to somehow show how the underlying concepts of the story of Adam and Eve can be referenced in current affairs is a task I don't know if I can complete. The biggest problem is I HAVE to get an 'A' in this class as it's one of the classes I dropped/failed out of back in the day and the class can only be taken twice. No pressure. We had a pop quiz in class today because no one read the Epic of Gilgamesh. I really did read it last week and it closely parallels the story of Noah and the Arc but I don't remember names and crap like that. And again, to take that and bring it into present day I believe is nearly impossible. However, I know I did better than my 18 year old buddy I sit next to. The first question was, "What was the name of Gilgamesh's friend?" His answer - Joe.
American History should be easy enough. My assignment last week was to create an original post and reply to someone else's post regarding the question, "What advice would you give the Native Americans in regards to the impending onslaught of their people by the Europeans?" Run?! Fortunately, earlier in the week my Humanities teacher happened to say the Native Americans lived in a Neolithic society before the introduction of the Europeans. Sounded good to me and I scored 25/25 points, putting me at the 'A' level thus far. I have a quiz due by Sunday so we'll see where I am then.
English Comp. starts this week. I'm hoping this one won't be too bad. I have the faith in myself that I can ace this class but I do have to write some type of long, fully documented research paper of sorts. I guess I'll find out in a few days.
Thus the start of my new student life has been fairly uninteresting. There's a lot of information for my brain to absorb and unfortunately my short term memory is fried. Hopefully I'll get into the swing of things relatively quickly. I think I can, I know I can, Matta' of fact I'm sure I can.
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