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29 August 2009 @ 04:18 pm
Rubber rooms and rubber rats. I was crazy once.  
Me -- I can't watch anymore or my brain will melt from fatigue. 

Paul -- NO brain melting! That is very unhealthy!

Me -- Yes, quite. Leaking out of my eyes and everything. Soon I will be a zombie. I'm quite upset, it means I will have to develop a taste for brains in order to supply myself with my lack of brains. I don't like the taste of brains, and there is a chance of Mad Cow Disease. I hear that is not entertaining. Well entertaining for those watching said person with said disease. Generally not fun for the person with Mad Cow Disease.
Would that make me a zombie cow?

Paul -- No, I don't think so.

Me -- I'm happier with that I don't want to be a zombie cow. A zombie with mad cow disease is okay -- the eating brains bit I could get used to. I think they would taste good with ranch dressing. Everything tastes good with ranch dressing
 
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pallorxmortis
24 July 2009 @ 07:19 am
Life as a Donor Monitor + BOB  
Being the silly person that I am I decided to take some early morning shifts at the blood bank.
I regret it for the sole fact that I'm NOT an early morning person -- except during the school year. No matter what, I have plenty of books to read and I'm officially OUT OF MY SPLINT (after a release from my OHS [Occupational Health Services] doctor) and I'm looking forward to building up the strength in my hand again.

So yes, today I work a lovely 8am - 12:30pm shift at the blood bank followed closely after with a 1pm - 9pm shift at my actual work. This is also the first day of the BOB (Best of Bellevue) and I'm stationed outdoors in the tent that we have been given. I'm hoping it will remain cool for much of the day as I don't do well with heat and lack of sleep. For those that don't know BOB is a yearly get-together that the City of Bellevue puts on. There is a big art fair with local and national artists and food, overall it is a blast. Expensive, but fun.
I'm sad that I work all weekend.

So yes, hetic week but next week there is no nanny job for me (They will be traveling) so I get those days off. Sadly, that means I have to dip into my checking account for money instead of the cash I get when watching the kid.

Off to the land of blood donation, leaky bandages and juice + cookies.

Ciaociao.

 
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pallorxmortis
20 July 2009 @ 01:27 am
Pantaloons...inmypants.  
Grandma didn't honestly think that she could find a date sixty years after her first wedding and after only five short years of mourning the loss of her seventh husband, did she? I mean, of course it had been five years, but her years of walking had long been forgotten with the use of the fancy new motorized wheelchair from the divorce of 1986 from 'What's-his-name' and after getting busted for cashing the social security checks of 'That-one' there really wasn't much left of the toothless old woman to love -- even for a family as caring and loving as we were obviously not.

I say this all in a loving way, well, with as much love a person can give after dropping an elderly woman at a nursing home front door much like a frazzled couple dumping off a litter of kittens at the home of some 'nice couple' they had met on a cruise that just so happened to live by them. And by 'just so happened' I mean they spent more time driving to the home of this couple then they had spent on the cruise meeting couples and downing back expensive wine from the mini-bar. Their nights filled with soggy hamburger wrappers and the occasional roach infested hotel.

Oh, don't worry, I let Grandma have the couch those nights while I took the stained bedspread. You know the stains, the ones that take the shape of certain disliked presidential heads and smell oddly of cheese in a can, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make but only when I had seen the condition of the couches in the seedy 'just off the highway hotels.'

But, I digress.

Here was I was sitting with a cup of poorly made tea by an even poorly managed staff while some crazy woman I remember from two years ago was spouting off about how she was going to get a new husband. A sip of tea, a grimace of distain and then a sigh. I always sighed at everything Grandmother said, not because I didn’t respect adults but because I didn’t respect her. I mean, the woman was in her early nineties and she wanted to find a date. Not just any date but most likely some strapping young man, barely legal, who wanted a woman with ‘experience.’

Grandmother was quite good at using the computer, even with her limited eyesight. Craigslist was her most popular hangout and all the social sites knew her as: ‘Wrinkles.’ Like some sort of stage name or stripper name she quickly adopted it and even had us calling her by the high-insult as if it was going out of fashion. “Wrinkles, pass the salt.’ The distinct memory of my high-school sweetheart sitting at the table one Christmas as I yelled almost directly into the ear of my crazy grandmother while my piece of ham was being allowed to soak in its own juices far too long for its own good.

That had been the worst Christmas ever. Not because my girlfriend quickly left me after my families blatant ‘disrespect’ for such a loving and charming old woman, nor was it because I was forced to call my aging grandmother ‘Wrinkles.’ No, what made that Christmas horrible was the fact that I was forced to eat a semi-soggy piece of ham with no salt.
A crime in some foreign country, or at least you would think so.

 
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pallorxmortis
20 May 2009 @ 10:51 am
The City Could Be Ours By Nightfall.  
So, I'm back in the fishbowl where I find that I spend much of my life doing nothing. I most likely have something in class but I have no want to do it as it would require moving and actually looking.
Granted, I could check the website but that is just being productive. The rest of my friends are off getting food but lately I have not been hungry -- oh well. XD That is fine with me.
Today I'm going to go home and finish watching FMA from beginning to end, again. I was in a mood so I decided to watch it now that my friend gave me the entirety of all the dvd's for free just because -- I love getting on her generous side.
Good things come from it.

Then I don't know what I'll do. I wish I had enough money to buy the last season on Bones and this season on iTunes, so I could get caught up...but I'm poor. $5 to my name really sucks, but I get paid this Friday despite it all going to Canada now.

Lessons from Human Anatomy today: Air is made up of 78% nitrogen (N2), 21% oxygen (O2), 0.9% argon (Ar) and 0.04% carbon dioxide (CO2) and the rest is what we call 'trance elements.' Almost as interesting as making water in Chemistry but we are learning about respiration so of course that means basic Chemistry. Yay, chemistry.
ornot. XD

I'm currently learning a new song as well, I shall post it when I get it all recorded and fun stuff like that. XD

Ciao for now, the friends returned.

 
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pallorxmortis
03 December 2008 @ 01:29 am
Is it wrong to want to find someone that can see inside you; Into the darkest corners of your heart?  
True Fact .o4. : I have a morbid fascination with serial killers.

I'm so totally excited to see Butterfly: A Grimm Love Story. It is based off a true story of Armin Meiwes a German man who achieved international notoriety for killing and eating a voluntary victim he had found via the Internet. After Meiwes and the victim jointly attempted to eat the victim's severed penis, Meiwes killed his victim and proceeded to eat a large amount of his flesh. (Wikipedia)

It looks like an awesome movie and the concept seems really cool.

"Katie Armstrong, a young American woman studying Criminal Psychology in Germany finds herself inexplicably drawn to a murder case which would soon become the subject of her thesis. The psychology behind Oliver Hartwin, a homosexual cannibal killer who advertised on the Internet for a lover willing to be murdered and devoured as the ultimate act of love and self-sacrifice. As a woman whose past relationships have all failed, Katie doubts her own ability to find love and becomes obsessed with understanding their relationship."


Note: I DO NOT endorse murder or cannibalism. I'm interested in the psychology behind the actions.


On a LIGHTER note: 



I LOVE PARODIES . They make me giggle.

/giggle




 
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pallorxmortis
02 December 2008 @ 07:23 pm
Only time will tell if you too are eaten by your peers...  
True Fact .o2. : I'm horrible at staying on tasks and have already failed my 21 day challenge.



 
True Fact .o3. : Corsets are a bitch.
 
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pallorxmortis
24 November 2008 @ 10:36 am
Life in the Fishbowl  
Wow, this is how bad I am at posting on sites like Livejournal or Blogspot. Why? Because my parents never enforced writing my thoughts down in a diary.
Twenty-one days is the average amount of days that it takes for something to become a habit, so I'm posing a challenge to myself to write something for twenty-one days and see if we can't get into a 'journal-writing' phase.

I'm horrible at expressing myself with words, especially personal things.
I'm better with writing short stories and then never finishing it. xD
Cause I'm just that amazing.

So, to start out each journal entry for the next twenty-one days I'm going to state a random truth about me. It can be anything, and most likely will not make sense but don't worry I tend to not make sense.
So, the first truth about me:

I was raised by a wolf named Chibi.

Ironic name for a 120+lb tundra wolf/German shepherd hybrid-wolf but the man who owned her before had a girlfriend from Japan and she thought she was so adorable with her tiny body and huge ears and GIANT paws. So cute.
But, now I have two Catahoulas and I love them to death. Even if Marie is a BITCH.

But now I should actually be doing my homework.
Yay for math and Criminal Justice.
And Biology.
Oh college, how I love you.





 
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