We'll see how grades turn out.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I decided today that the best way to write a term paper is to expand on an analogy from some cited text. Not only does it give you lots and lots and lots of room for bullshit, it allows you to say some really incredible things. For instance, I wrote about over-prescription of antibiotics for my philosophy term paper, and expanded a metaphor about how prescribing them for everything is like being a rancher and letting your cows overgraze a pasture. I wrote that the difference is, when the pasture is overgrazed, the farmer can take his cows to the slaughterhouse and get paid lots of money for nice, fat, happy cows. But when you overprescribe antibiotics to kids, you can't take them to the slaughterhouse afterwards. Now I'm writing a paper for my Jesus class. I just called him a naked sheep.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I am really just dreadful at posting about the stuff I done today. My intention was that if I knew I would be able to go home and write a blog about it, I'd do awesome stuff every single day. Interwebsibitionism fail.
Here is what has happened since I last posted:
Last Tuesday I walked into my bedroom to go to sleep, and there were tiny poops all. over. my bed. So I cleaned them up, and went to bed at a very appropriate hour, like, 8 pm or something. By morning, the bed was covered in bloody kitten diarrhea. Mostly blood. And Mucous. Some diarrhea. I obviously freaked out, and made an appointment to take Miss Rubella to the vet. This was a little tricky, on account of the fact that we had to take the train with smelly, bloody, poopy little Ruby. The doctor gave her some antibiotics, but by the time I got home with her, Smallpox was puking all over the house. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
The next day, I left the plague house for Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh has been given an unfairly bad name previously by yours truly. Pittsburgh is actually pretty awesome. My dad took me to get a massage by this lady's feet, and I ate lots of awesome yummy food, and I got to go to the cheese counter at Penn Mac, and I'm pretty sure that heaven is the cheese counter at Penn Mac. Here's what that's like: You get to walk up to the counter, and you say, "Hrmmm. I'd like a cheese that goes well with ______." And then the cheese savants behind the counter think for a moment, and then use these ridiculous machetes to cut you off a sliver of whichever cheese would be perfect. There is a also woman who works there called Dearheart. She is called this because she calls everyone Dearheart. She calls you Dearheart, and then gives you cheese that goes well with pink champagne, or sesame crackers, or whatever. I also got a chance to explore the South Side. I was quite pleased by the bar called Dee's Diner, that is mostly very dim and smokey, but has very cheap drinks and an electronic juke box that has every song ever by Slayer in it, and lots of other songs too. Also, I went to a ridiculous bar that had a sink system where the water poured through an empty fishtank into a basin shaped like a seashell imbedded in a coral reef, and that, my friends, is awesome, and reason enough to think Pittsburgh is alright.
I flew home on Easter, and by that point most of the poopies were gone, although Ruby shat ON THE WALL, just for fun, this one time.
Then, I went to work. And Worked and Worked and Worked. I enjoy my job about 70 percent of the time. The rest of the time I spend wishing that people would not be horrible, terrible people, who treat their servers worse than they treat their dogs, and missing my old job where I got to play with cadavers and teach people helpful anatomy hints all day, and watch cool videos, and dissect things. Sigh. I am not working up to my potential.
I also went to school. School is interesting. Currently, at my school, they are tearing up all the concrete and putting in grass, which is funny to think about in terms of somebody, once upon a time, having gone to the trouble of putting down all that concrete.
Last night, Shauna threw me a surprise birthday party, which was awesome! There were grilled cheese sandwiches, with alllll the fixins! It was very fun, even though I was dead tired.
Today: slept 'til noon. Woke up. Ate toast. Fell asleep at 1:30. Went to work. Worked, Worked, Worked. Rode my bike home in a warm little drizzle. Ate steamed kale, and black beans, and brown rice, and squashes, and salad, and talked to friends from home. Miss them real, real hard.
I'm going to start a project, as soon as the weather stabilizes a bit. It's going to be good, if I actually get off my butt and do it.
Now, Kittens, and Bed.
Here is what has happened since I last posted:
Last Tuesday I walked into my bedroom to go to sleep, and there were tiny poops all. over. my bed. So I cleaned them up, and went to bed at a very appropriate hour, like, 8 pm or something. By morning, the bed was covered in bloody kitten diarrhea. Mostly blood. And Mucous. Some diarrhea. I obviously freaked out, and made an appointment to take Miss Rubella to the vet. This was a little tricky, on account of the fact that we had to take the train with smelly, bloody, poopy little Ruby. The doctor gave her some antibiotics, but by the time I got home with her, Smallpox was puking all over the house. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
The next day, I left the plague house for Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh has been given an unfairly bad name previously by yours truly. Pittsburgh is actually pretty awesome. My dad took me to get a massage by this lady's feet, and I ate lots of awesome yummy food, and I got to go to the cheese counter at Penn Mac, and I'm pretty sure that heaven is the cheese counter at Penn Mac. Here's what that's like: You get to walk up to the counter, and you say, "Hrmmm. I'd like a cheese that goes well with ______." And then the cheese savants behind the counter think for a moment, and then use these ridiculous machetes to cut you off a sliver of whichever cheese would be perfect. There is a also woman who works there called Dearheart. She is called this because she calls everyone Dearheart. She calls you Dearheart, and then gives you cheese that goes well with pink champagne, or sesame crackers, or whatever. I also got a chance to explore the South Side. I was quite pleased by the bar called Dee's Diner, that is mostly very dim and smokey, but has very cheap drinks and an electronic juke box that has every song ever by Slayer in it, and lots of other songs too. Also, I went to a ridiculous bar that had a sink system where the water poured through an empty fishtank into a basin shaped like a seashell imbedded in a coral reef, and that, my friends, is awesome, and reason enough to think Pittsburgh is alright.
I flew home on Easter, and by that point most of the poopies were gone, although Ruby shat ON THE WALL, just for fun, this one time.
Then, I went to work. And Worked and Worked and Worked. I enjoy my job about 70 percent of the time. The rest of the time I spend wishing that people would not be horrible, terrible people, who treat their servers worse than they treat their dogs, and missing my old job where I got to play with cadavers and teach people helpful anatomy hints all day, and watch cool videos, and dissect things. Sigh. I am not working up to my potential.
I also went to school. School is interesting. Currently, at my school, they are tearing up all the concrete and putting in grass, which is funny to think about in terms of somebody, once upon a time, having gone to the trouble of putting down all that concrete.
Last night, Shauna threw me a surprise birthday party, which was awesome! There were grilled cheese sandwiches, with alllll the fixins! It was very fun, even though I was dead tired.
Today: slept 'til noon. Woke up. Ate toast. Fell asleep at 1:30. Went to work. Worked, Worked, Worked. Rode my bike home in a warm little drizzle. Ate steamed kale, and black beans, and brown rice, and squashes, and salad, and talked to friends from home. Miss them real, real hard.
I'm going to start a project, as soon as the weather stabilizes a bit. It's going to be good, if I actually get off my butt and do it.
Now, Kittens, and Bed.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Stuff I Done This Weekend
-Green Mill Jazz. The bouncer looked like a circus man, with a curly waxed moustachio and some cowboy boots and a bald, bald head, and a fringey jacket made of leather, like a black and white t.v. indian. He liked people to be very, very quiet, and listen to ridiculous drum soloes, and be very, very quiet. He did not like Asians. Not one bit.
-Gotta table. Then gotta little kitty! A girl kitty! Her name is Little Rubella Tuesday! She's great. She slam dunks her mouses. She and Smallpox didn't much like each other but now they're really high on catnip together and I think after tonight they'll love each other. The cat house, the adoption agency I guess, it was insane!!!!!!!! Lots of middle aged lesbians run it, and there are cats EVERYWHERE. My kitty came from Florida with two of her brothers, and they looked like Rorschach Ink Blots all together. When they moved around each other all snuggly like, you could see balloons, or a clown, or some penises or something. There were also these two kitties who I really liked, they came from a house that was full of NINETY FIVE CATS and they were a brother and sister, but they were a little inbred, so the boy cat who I loved so much had a funny underbite and his fangs were stuck out all the time on his bottom jaw, and his eyes were kind of funny, and his face was all squishy like a pug dog, and he was SO DAMN CUTE I JUST WANTED TO EAT HIM UP but he couldn't be adopted without his sister, and three cats is just way too many cats. Anyway, so we got a little girl Rorschach cat instead and she's a sweetie even though she nervous farts all over and it smells REALLY REALLY BAD. She's also six months old only she's like, the size of Smallpox's thigh.
-Then after the kitty house experience I decided I want to rescue kitties someday, and build them a really big house where they can all live and play with mice and snuggle in piles, and then I got home and had a massive allergy attack after rubbing the sleeve of my shirt on my face when it had the hair of like, fifty kitties all over it, and decided maybe I'd think about that plan a little more, or maybe be in a warm climate where they could be outside all the time instead.
-After the kitty house, I went to a potluck!!
-Then I woke up early this morning and Allison Clark, who is the best thing ever, was in this really unfortunate situation where her wallet got stolen on a trip home to Kentucky, and Adam and I were carsitting her car, and it was horrible!! But it enabled me to drive to the aeropuerto to pick up my biggest sister for a conference and we ate so much good food and played with still cranky kittens and then went downtown to her hotel and shopped and ate more good food AND THEN IT SNOWED ALL. OVER. And it still is. I'd like to remind you that today's date is Sunday, April the Fifth, 2009. It is April. And it is SNOWING. And that, friend, is just silly.
-Gotta table. Then gotta little kitty! A girl kitty! Her name is Little Rubella Tuesday! She's great. She slam dunks her mouses. She and Smallpox didn't much like each other but now they're really high on catnip together and I think after tonight they'll love each other. The cat house, the adoption agency I guess, it was insane!!!!!!!! Lots of middle aged lesbians run it, and there are cats EVERYWHERE. My kitty came from Florida with two of her brothers, and they looked like Rorschach Ink Blots all together. When they moved around each other all snuggly like, you could see balloons, or a clown, or some penises or something. There were also these two kitties who I really liked, they came from a house that was full of NINETY FIVE CATS and they were a brother and sister, but they were a little inbred, so the boy cat who I loved so much had a funny underbite and his fangs were stuck out all the time on his bottom jaw, and his eyes were kind of funny, and his face was all squishy like a pug dog, and he was SO DAMN CUTE I JUST WANTED TO EAT HIM UP but he couldn't be adopted without his sister, and three cats is just way too many cats. Anyway, so we got a little girl Rorschach cat instead and she's a sweetie even though she nervous farts all over and it smells REALLY REALLY BAD. She's also six months old only she's like, the size of Smallpox's thigh.
-Then after the kitty house experience I decided I want to rescue kitties someday, and build them a really big house where they can all live and play with mice and snuggle in piles, and then I got home and had a massive allergy attack after rubbing the sleeve of my shirt on my face when it had the hair of like, fifty kitties all over it, and decided maybe I'd think about that plan a little more, or maybe be in a warm climate where they could be outside all the time instead.
-After the kitty house, I went to a potluck!!
-Then I woke up early this morning and Allison Clark, who is the best thing ever, was in this really unfortunate situation where her wallet got stolen on a trip home to Kentucky, and Adam and I were carsitting her car, and it was horrible!! But it enabled me to drive to the aeropuerto to pick up my biggest sister for a conference and we ate so much good food and played with still cranky kittens and then went downtown to her hotel and shopped and ate more good food AND THEN IT SNOWED ALL. OVER. And it still is. I'd like to remind you that today's date is Sunday, April the Fifth, 2009. It is April. And it is SNOWING. And that, friend, is just silly.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
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