Archive for October, 2005

If I could turn back time…

I probably wouldn’t have shown up for work AN HOUR EARLY because I forgot to change my clocks. FUCK. That’s right. I got up at 4am today and showed up for work at 5am. I wasn’t supposed to start until 6am. I realized I was a dumbass when I got to the doors and they were locked. “WTF? The doors are only locked until 5….OH MY GOD, I FORGOT TO SET MY CLOCK BACK!!!” I drove home and layed on my couch for 45 minutes. Damnit, I didn’t even really get the extra hour.
Today I didn’t really see anything interesting at work, though I met a delightful doctor (and by delightful, I mean he’s all about the ladies, and was extra nice to me so that I would bring him up a special delivery of cardboard.)
I did, however, see something totally bizarre on the way home. I was just thinking how nothing out of the ordinary had happened at work when I see a man RIDING A HORSE OVER A PEDESTRIAN OVERPASS. WTF?! First, where the shit did this guy get a horse in the middle of a city, and second, who is stupid enough to ride said horse over an overpass?! the horse got spooked and started backing up and all I could think was, “He is SO effed if that horse freaks out, he’s totally going to fall straight into traffic.” As far as I could tell the horse backed right down the overpass.
What a stupid idiot.

SAW II


I think I’m gonna poop a little.

Eighteen Seconds Before Sunrise

While blindly watching Much Music one evening I gladly tuned into The Wedge. This show has pretty much the last remenants of good music on this channel. I lay in bed watching the usual Rilo Kiley videos when a strange humm echoed from my television. Visions of children dancing and playing in ash with gas masks on flashed before me. The gentle waiver of a muffled voice almost seemed to cry out from the screen. What in the world was this? I didn’t know, but I knew I wanted more. It was the most creative video I had seen in ages. I quickly scribbled down the name of the band on a note card. “Sigur Ros.” The song? “Untitled.”
A few days later I looked around on the internet for information on this band. I thought if I could only find this moving song I could die in musical peace. To my dismay, when I set out to find this “untitled” song I wasn’t aware of the entire album of songs by Sigur Ros entitled, “Untitled.” Even more strange was the title of the album itself “()”.
I went to a music store last night with the mission of being able to scrounge up a copy of the new Wolf Parade CD. Some emo jerk was standing in the W section so I stopped abruptly and turned to look at the closest CDs (I figured he’d move out of my way quickly enough). I turned to face the newest Sigur Ros CD. I flipped through more albums to find the illusive () album. “Heck. Yes.” I muttered in my head. It was time to find my song.
I ended up walking out of the store one CD richer than I had anticipated, but I figured, what the hell, let’s get a treat!
I opened the bizarre packaging only to find a blank white CD. I cracked my new jem out of the case only to notice a rather ghostly () logo on the CD. CREEEEEEEPY, but really beautiful. I put the CD in only to have it unable to play. Oddly enough after several moments of struggle and disk changes, out flew the gentle yet haunting music of Sigur Ros.
I write this because I really believe this band is nothing like I have ever heard. As my eardrums tastfully moved throughout the album’s lingering piano and guitar melodies, I thought to myself, “These are the songs that you play as your sad memories haunt you after dark.”

I think that sums it up. Do yourself a favor and check them out.


Kitty Eats a Muffin

So I’m just sitting at my computer when I see my step-dad’s fat cat come into my room. I pay her no mind as she often just likes to hide under my bed. Then I look down and she’s totally snacking on the remains of a cranberry and apple muffin I was eating. She’s still getting her snack on as I write this.
I only write this because a car eating a muffin is totally messed up, not to mention I’ve never seen this cat eat people food.

I’m going to let her eat the muffin anyway.

Pugs are so totally sweet

Pugs are sweet. So is Halloween. Pugs + Halloween = MAGIC!!!








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Making Joe famous since 8:04pm.

Joe rules. Joe is like the cherry on a delicious sundae. Joe is like the root beer in a root beer float. He is the stripes on a bee.

In fact, he’s the bees knees.

An Academic High

I just wanted to write something down so that everyone can see how nuts I get when I get all academic all up in the hizzy. I have been formatting my group’s 25 page paper for Social Work for the past 5 1/2 hours. That’s right. The grammar, spelling, formatting, and pretty much most of the paper blew. It’s like taking different parts of people’s bodies and sewing a patchwork human being together! I’m like the fuckin’ doctor that made Frankenstien over here!!! WOOOOOOOOOO!

My eyes are dry, my shoulders are killing me, and I feel like I ate some fur, but you know what?! I fucking RULE at this.

By the end of the night I may have died from too many paper cuts, but it was worth it! The Queen of Academia will rise again to take her pencil crayon septor and sit on her eraser shaving throne!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

We All Lose One Another

So I’m currently listening to a very lovely song by the wonderful (and apparently pie-relatable) Jason Collett. I am listening to the song, “we all lose one another,” which I think has been my favorite song on his album since I got it. It talks about birth and death in the same day, and how we all lose one another along the way. I was thinking about this when I was working the other day. I pass by the coroners and I pass through the maternity ward depending on the day. I often think while I am at work about how there is such a concentrated circle of life where I work. It’s strange to work and exist somewhat in the eye of the storm. There’s so much life and death in that building. There is sickness and regeneration, there are hopeless cases. I like working there simply for the fact that I feel like I’m doing something to try and help people. Without supplies and proper medicinces and IVs, these people might die. Some of them do anyhow. I guess that’s the humbling part. People die in the building where I work. Not to say that people aren’t dying everywhere every day, but it really puts life into perspective when you are constantly surrounded by crisis and recovery.
It was amazing to get to go to the 6th floor on the weekend. I ended up in a room with a mother who had just given birth. I felt so terribly out of place in this small room with the new mother. Who am I to be a part of such a life-altering moment, those few first mintues with your new baby?
I still have to go about my business. One minute I am walking past mothers holding their plump stomachs waiting to welcome their new family member into the world…a living symbol of the love shared within a couple…and the next I am bringing body bags to another floor.
Though I think in the end we all end up alone when we meet our maker, it’s that which makes it really important to invest our energy in the people we love. Yeah, we do all lose one another along the way, but I think its important to keep the people you really feel are valuable close to you. What a beautiful thing to be able to find people as you grow older to share the good and bad with.
I guess the strangest thing about life is that we are all destined to be a teacher to some. Sometimes we will be “the one that got away,” sometimes we will be “the person I could have treated so much better.” Other times we are the best friend, we are the suppport, we are the laughter that gets people through the day. No one wants to be the lesson for someone else, but I guess in the end we just need to realize that we are helping people on a journey. Sometimes we have to be the ones following our friends and loves ones into the black waters. Sometimes we do things we may not want to, or that we may not like, but I guess we have to keep in mind that we’re thinking of other people…and we should think of other people, because even though we will all go our seperate ways some day, its important that we appreciate the time we share and learn from it.

Group Work

is hyper-lame.

(except with Steve R.)

Nothing But Unusual

Not more than a half hour ago I experienced something extremely strange. I was sitting in the library with headphones on working on a correspondance course module. As I was wearily reading through the many hours of words that lay before me, I noticed two girls sit down at a large table in front of me with their backs to me. They were laughing and joking and I thought, oh here are some more people who just came to the library to gab. I keep plugging away at my homework. I look up a moment later to see the girl on the right with her head dropped back. Her friend picks her sunglasses up off the floor. I assume they are joking about being tired from midterms.
Then the girl on the left begins to look panicked as her friend slides out of her chair.
I rip my headphone out and rush over to them.
“Do you need help?”
“She just passed out! I don’t know what’s going on! I can’t hold her up by myself!”
“Do you want me to help you or do you want me to call for help?”
“Get help, PLEASE!”

I look at the face of the girl who is on the ground. I hear a horrifying but quiet groan and I look to her eyes only to see pale, glazed over eyes that look to nothing.

I think she is having a seizure.

So I run the length of the library to find someone to help me. I bring a librarian back. At this point the girl has woken up. I don’t know what to do so I sit at my desk and listen…

Apparently she’s never fainted, and has never had a sezure. She says she has just fainted.

I think she had a seizure or something else because I’ve never heard anyone groan and keep their eyes open when they’ve fainted.

She is escorted out of the library.

The disturbing part isn’t that someone had a seizure in front of me, but rather that I was the only one who got up to help. Out of a library of 300 people, I was the only one who did anything to help them. Maybe a handful of people stood up to look and stare. Before she left a stranger bought her a bottle of water. It’s nice to see people like that.

I can’t get the picture of her eyes out of my head.

I hope she went to the hospital.


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