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!
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