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Rob's got a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice - aside from working as a security guard for construction sites, he's never used it for anything, and it's never done him any good. I've got friends with degrees up the wazoo (along with student loan debts) and they all have 'jobs'. Not careers, but jobs. Not a one of them are using any of their education to do anything. It's pretty disappointing to spend all that time, money and energy on obtaining a piece of paper only to find out that it isn't good for anything beyond decorating an empty spot on the wall.

Everything kind of stopped for me after I quit my job at the County, and it stopped even more once I graduated. I went into school with a bindle full of preconceived notions of what my life would be after I got my degree. It's a practical degree, in computer information and technology. The information I gained during the five years I spent on it is useful to a certain extent. I know what a BSOD (Blue Screen of Death) actually is, I understand random errors... I can use Linux. I went into employment thinking I would receive tons of practical experience that would lead me into bigger and better things - like an internship with Google or something. I was a fool in the sense that I had no grasp of the reality I was about to encounter. I was star-gazing, not paying attention to the pitfalls in front of me. I also had some exaggerated ideas of my own skills and abilities. They had never been put to a real test. Just because I had more knowledge of computer operations than say, the mother-in-law or some of my coworkers at the casino did not mean I was ready for a job in a specialized IT department. I would have been better off going into a broad-spectrum IT department like the centralized County IT instead of at the District Attorney's office.

At any rate, I came out of the experience with a new outlook and some practical wisdom, and I won't be likely to make the same mistakes again. I'm The Fool on the other side of the card. I fell down, I got back up & brushed myself off. Somehow though I can't seem to get started again. I'm in that neutral zone between cards.

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind
And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your heart...
Cut the cord

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye
Wish me well..
You've gotta let me go

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know is your heart still beating

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer

You've gotta let me know

Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human
Or are we dancer?

- Human by The Killers
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Sitting here, playing Bejeweled & a weird random thought came to me.

In the Harry Potter universe, what happens to kids who flunk out of the wizarding schools? What if they cannot, no matter how hard they try, pass the OWLS? Do they get to keep being wizards & practice magic, or do they get stripped of their wizarding abilities & turned into muggles? Do they end up as food vendors or customer service agents? Can a wizard in the Potter world be too stupid to use magic?

I mean, IRL America we have public schools & private schools. Usually if you flunk out of public school they hold you back, but there's a limit. Most of the mentally deficient kids end up in Vo-Tech or trade schools, or they hit the legal drop-out age & do exactly that - drop out, get a job. Usually at McDonald's. In private schools, there's probably a higher incentive to keep kids in school as long as possible, mainly because of those big fat tuition checks, but I imagine there's a limit to what will and won't be tolerated as well.
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Now that I don't have to worry about school anymore, I'm filling my days with WoW and dragon mentoring. I've got an Access database full of my dragons and an Excel spreadsheet with my eggs to post & another person's eggs (she's like, 11 & doesn't get to go to many forums or click sites, so I decided to help her not get hollered at for spamming the dragcave forum itself).

So, yeah, my life is pretty fulfilling. :P
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Sunday, 2pm: Woke up

Sunday, 11pm: Went to work

Monday, 7am: Got off work

Monday, 8am or so: Took a nap

Monday, 10am: Got up, took shower, got dressed

Monday, 11am: Had a mojito at The Orleans to calm my stomach

Monday, 11:15am: Mojito did not solve anxiety runs

Monday, 11:30am: Graduation celebration for Alex & me w/the in-laws at The Orleans buffet

Monday, 1:30pm: Had another mojito once lunch was over. Put $6 in Megabucks machine, did not win

Monday, 3:00pm: Went to Cheyenne campus to get bigger robe

Monday, 4:25pm: On road to Thomas & Mack to see Alex graduate.

Monday, 5pm: In line for graduation, complete in hideous blue robe and funny hat.

Monday, 5:15pm: Still waiting outside back entrance of T&M along with 2000 other students in funny hats & hideous blue robes. Natives growing restless. Felt smug sense of superiority as I was the only woman in sneakers. Trying really hard not to think about rest of ceremony, hoping I will blend in with the blue crew. Wondering what we look like from the air.

Monday, 6pm: Finally inside back entrance of T&M. No organization whatsoever. Man is handing out water bottles, told him tearfully that I didn't want to have to pee. I already had to pee. Choked back tears brought on by talking to someone. Thought about Soylent Blue... er, Green... Looked at shoes a lot to avoid looking at crowd or imagining the stadium above us, filling with supporters.

Monday, 6:15pm: In line on left side of corridor, line on right side of corridor is moving out.

Monday, 6:22pm: Told to move to right side of corridor, being herded out. Panic rising. Still looking at shoes.

Monday, 6:30pm: The entrance procession. Relieved that we are not sitting in risers but in folding chairs on arena floor. Holy crap! Arena floor! Woozy. Gray spots. Stomach roiling. Look at shoes. Looking up through peripheral vision brings sheer terror. People! Look at your motherfucking shoes before you lose it. Tears. Wtf, why tears, just because Pomp & Circumcision is being played by crappy college band? Don't look up. Aw crap, looked up, quick, shoes, stop tears NOW.

Monday, 6:45pm: Because I was at back of Soylent Green line, am now in front of procession. Lined up in front of chairs. Not in the middle of blue herd. Staring at faculty in Harry Potter robes & sashes and funny looking hats. Everyone can see me because I am front & center. How the fuck did that happen?! Stomach in lungs. Colon in knees. Sweating, tears. DON'T LOOK UP. This will end in tears. Applause is deafening from CROWD seated above.

Monday, 6:50pm: Colors are presented. Flags or some shit. Finally, we all turn around. Pledge of Allegiance annoys me, more talk about graduation, more deafening maddening applause, stomping, cheering, whistling, air horns - AIR HORNS?! Wtf, this is graduation not a fucking hockey game, why am I in the middle of the arena floor, anyway? Look at shoes. Begin chanting Diamond Sutra.

Monday, 6:55pm: Oh thank the Gods, we can sit down & they turn off the lights. Tears. More tears.

Monday, 7:00pm: Endless speeches. That's ok, yammer on mindlessly all you want. Napping in self-defense.

Monday, 7:15pm: The name calling starts. By highest honors, then degree. No particular order. Watching people get up on stage, in FRONT OF EVERYFUCKINGBODY, to shake hands & take folder for photo op.

Monday, 7:30pm: Associates of Applied Sciences group called. Get in line. Walk forward, oh crap, photo op - flash! I'm blind! Stagger forward, oh, joy, another photo op, flash! I'm more blind! Aw, fuck, stairs. I'm going to die. Step on robe, almost fall, hand name cards to interpreter & announcer, stumble to folder-shaking-hands person, all I can hear is my heartbeat in my head, stutter past folder person, more steps, robe caught on railing, knees weak, survived, fall into first empty chair, get hollered at to not leave empty seats, move down.

Monday, 7:32pm: Napping in self-defense as rest of groups are called. Natives growing restless, more catcalls & movement from the troops.

Monday, 8something: Recession. Stand up, applause, keep looking at feet because lights have been turned on & am blind. Again. Balloons falling on my head, wtf? It all seems so surreal.

Monday, Shortly past 8 something: Back down Soylent Green hallway, this time in loose rowdy mob of blue hatless folk. Someone offers waterbottle, I bless them in the name of the Goddess.

Monday: 8something to 9pm: Looking for Rob in the goddamned T&M parking lot because all the payphones outside are broken & the doors are locked. Really have to pee. I'm thinking to myself, he's describing me to someone, going, "Have you seen a short, heavyset woman in a blue robe & a funny looking hat?" I walk around in endless circles, as crowd thins I say fuck it & sit down on a bench.

Monday, sometime around 9pm: Rob finds me.

Monday, around 10pm: Home sweet home.


May. 11th, 2010 03:05 pm
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I passed my LAST CLASS bitches!

Woo fucking hooooo!!!

And, someone asked me if they could reprint my Vodou Primer in an e-zine :D
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I called upon my inner Mr. Fix-It and went to the college and applied to graduate.

My stomach knotted up to the point where I almost curled up on the ground and puked, but I still finished filling out the application & paid my graduation fee.

Now it's just 4 - 6 weeks of ulcerated agony as I await my packet in the mail.

Mr. Fix-It whispered in my ear that he wanted Corona after all that, and I am obliging him.


Mar. 1st, 2010 07:18 pm
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I'm kind of lackadaisical about work right now, which is not my usual attitude. I'm basically waiting til the steady extra post at the Ex opens up again, but I'm not positive enough about it to just quit the County. So I half-ass it at work in the meantime.

Been thinking about this all day. Mainly because the boss was off & I had the spare time. Bowling Shirt Guy, aka BSG, aka Mr Fix-It, as my animus, and the Plague Doctor. I've gained two new allies lately, so I'm wondering how am I supposed to use them?

The Plague Doctor does not feel like any part of my personality personified. He's external, from a time and place I can only imagine. I am unsure of how to communicate with him. Despite his warm human hands, I'm not even sure if he's human under his bird-beaked mask. He smells of wormwood and something lemony, maybe thyme or tarragon, and paraffin used to coat his cloak, with an dusty animal smell, like feathers or old hides. He grumbles, and although I catch the Italian accent, snippets of Latin, it isn't fully articulated words. He coughs. Does he have the plague or TB, or is it the herbs in his mask making him hack like that? Are his hands warm, or are they fevered? He was one of the quacks of his day and age, but he helped relieve my pain. He hangs around, more & more. I sketch him now and then.

Mr. Fix-It is very new, but I think I know why I've met him. I need someone to help me get things done, and I've been unsure and unconfident about getting things done. My brain has sent me 'a real man' to help me out. If I can just get past the OMG SEX DREAMS factor and open a dialogue with him, I might get what I really need - which might be a home-based technical writing business. I've also decided that I am going to try for the cap-and-gown graduation ceremony. Yeah, student loans & the in-laws may have payed for my degree, but damn it, I was the one who took all the classes and passed them. Even the math classes. Especially the math classes. I guess I do have a right to be proud of myself, even if it's just a little, for having the determination to get through these last 5 years. Tomorrow I'm taking off a little early to go talk to a graduation counselor & see if I can make it under the wire for Spring '10.
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The mother-in-law is somehow expecting me to go through the whole cap & gown ceremony when I graduate.

Which is fine, if it was a full-on university and I was getting a real degree.

I've been struggling my way through a community college associates that's taken me 2 years longer to complete than it should have for a degree that is pretty much obsolete and will mean absolutely nothing for me once I have the piece of paper, other than something pretty to add to my resume.

I hate having undue and unwanted attention called to myself. I prefer anonymity over accolades. The thought of getting up on stage in front of a bunch of people I don't even know & being handed a piece of paper by someone I've never met & then having everyone clap at me is not my idea of a good time.

And, to add insult to injury, they want to go to the Tournament of Kings at the Excalibur to celebrate.

Great, I've got 6 months of utter discomfort to look forward to as the mother-in-law will harp on this every opportunity she has.

Fuck my life.

I <3 IE8

May. 13th, 2009 12:04 am
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I have to admit, from what I've seen of it at work... I honestly like IE8. Not because it's got better browsing capability, or because they've revamped the skin or anything... but there are 2 major reasons why I upgraded whole-heartedly.

1) It loads faster.

2) InPrivate Browsing. No more cookies, y'all. It fucking works. I don't know where all those cookies are going, but they're not in my computer. For the past few days, has been crashing my IE7. I tried it w/IE8, more crashy-crashy. Turned on 'InPrivate Browsing - voila, no more crashy crashy. Obviously, it was a cookie issue.

I have another problem, though. Somehow I deleted a registry setting for Windows NT & I can't seem to restore it manually. Which means I have to repair Windows. Only my OEM disk doesn't give me a 'repair' option, only 'reinstall'. Yay. Another fucking reformat. Joy. I really need to go out & find a cheap version of WinXP on or eBay & just buy the full thing instead of having to rely on my Recovery Disks. Blegh.

I do plan on finishing the Associates off, but I honestly don't want to do the computer tech thing for the rest of my life, especially with how fast it moves. I'm too old & can't keep up. An octo-core CPU is coming out in the next year or so - an octo-core. Fuck. I'm still waltzing around w/WinXP & Windows 7 is nearing the end of its beta testing. Don't even get me started on Linux... So, there's this idea I've been kicking around for some time. Pretty much since I realized I couldn't become a mortician without relocating. It seems very unlike me because I'm not a people person and I am really not an emotional-wreck-people person. But I think I might be suited for it. I do have talents and skills that would be beneficial to myself and others if I chose to put them to work. It's going to take some convincing for Rob & his family to go along with it, and I have to admit I'm not too keen on the notion of 4 - 8 more years of school myself, but UNLV does offer the degree program, which is in & of itself a sign since everything else I've researched involves moving.

I think I might actually look more into pursuing a career as a psychologist. One specializing in grief therapy or grief counseling. There's a whole sub-field of psychology called thanatology - centered around the death process. I believe I could bring a lot to the couch for the patient and possibly even the public in general through journals & publications. Not many people understand that death is a compassionate gift bestowed on us by wise and sad Gods. Eventually we reach the end of life, exhausted, broken, battered, or just tired. Some reach it with calm joy, some with bitterness and fear, but death turns away no one. It's the ultimate promise of a life well or even half lived. So many people who have been left behind are so lost, so wounded by this inevitable act that they die before their time, walking around like Rob, scared shitless of a certainty that he can never escape. People work so hard to make the most of every moment that they end up missing out on living and just being here now. I think I could help people do that. I think I could help people heal themselves.

The only thing we can do is be here now.


Apr. 13th, 2009 06:43 pm
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I have to honestly say that I hate what I'm doing for a living. I don't even know if starting at some other business would make it better.

Do you think 35 is too old to become a veterinarian?
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Went to the Hard Rock Casino to do a scavenger hunt for my History of Rock class. Yay. I've been putting it off to the last minute because I'm still not over my insane dislike of casinos yet. Luckily, it wasn't too crowded or busy and no one asked me for directions. I had this insane urge to stand in the middle of the casino & ask employees, "Where is the casino located? What time do you close? Where are the bathrooms?" or to walk by a bar & grab an employee & ask them, "Can I drink here?" Instead I found myself asking a security guard, "Where's the sign on the wall that says, "Here we are now, entertain us"? (It's behind the bell desk, which I didn't find out til I got home & I can't read the label on one of the guitars in the one solitary photo I found online) I can't call the Hard Rock to ask, either, because our phone service is down. Bastards.

My favorite display is still Monster Magnet's lightbulb suit. Who changes the bulbs in that thing?!
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I may be sage, but am I divine sage?

Your result for What Spice Are You Test...

You are Sage!

10% Habanero, 30% Sage, 10% Thyme, 10% Ginger, 20% Garlic, 10% Curry, 0% Cinnamon and 10% Oregano!

Sage is a very classic herb. You tend to use intelligence in making decisions instead of brute force.

You are the type of person that people want to get to know and be friends with. You don't feel as if you have to impress people because you tend to be very self assured.

At a party you would be happy to just sit in the corner and watch people, or perhaps find someone to have an intelligent conversation with.

You prefer to think before you act, as you are rather analytical. You can be both dazzling and graceful. People tend to notice you without you trying to make it happen.

You may not be religious, but you are very spiritual. You desire relationships that last rather then passing ones.

Take What Spice Are You Test
at HelloQuizzy

Part of the fun of having a puppy is feeding them weird (harmless) stuff. Like soda water. Chelsie wants some of whatever we're eating or drinking & Rob's got some club soda. He poured some into a bowl & it's just a riot watching her deal w/the bubbles & fizz. She licks the side of the bowl & backs off, shaking her head. She licks the air above the bowl, she barks at the bowl, she pounces around the bowl. (Oh dear Gods, Rob's now letting her drink it from the bottle... y'all don't even want to know what's going through my head while watching that!)

I've got a 5-page report for my History of Rock class due by midnight & you see what I'm sitting here doing. I was originally going to do it on Peter Gabriel, until I looked at the due date yesterday & saw it was due today. So I said, Ok, fine, Led Zeppelin it is! I love the Mighty Zep, I really do, but I've never tried to write a paper on them before and it's astounding how much I don't know about LZ. Robert Plant got a 2008 Country Music Award for an album he did w/Allison Kraus (which is a fantastic album, too, & they look like they had a lot of fun with the videos). Jimmy Page is an officer of the Order of the British Empire (basically a knighthood) for his charity work w/his wife in Brazil. (Jimmy Page also looks like old Bilbo Baggins now that he's stopped dying his hair black). They also never received a good review from Rolling Stone for any of the albums they released as a band.
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I've been thinking about pursuing a degree in Library Science. The only thing that worries me is a) having to create a thesis & b) being admitted into a Masters program. Oh, and the money, of course.

The University of Washington has a Master's program, but you have to go through the whole admission thing & then you have a choice of putting together a portfolio or doing a thesis.

I like information and organizing information and researching and helping others find information. I have a base dislike for unreliable & apocryphal resources. I still feel that knowledge really is power. If you have all your indices in a row, you can conquer the world.

My favorite oracle seems to think I should go for it...

Dear sir or madam,
In response to your query "Should I pursue a Masters in Library Science?" dated 11/26/2008 , we believe the most applicable phrase to be "sign here without admitting guilt". Our invoice for 5 hours of legal work at $175 per hour will be forthcoming.


The Facade Legal Team
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Sometimes I think my last lifetime was in the 60s... and I'm starting to rethink my future as a computer geek.

I just did my Ch 7 quiz in the band class, & I already knew all the answers w/out having to read the chapter... Not that 'Who was Brian Epstein to the Beatles?' is a big secret or anything, but it does have me wondering just how much space in my brain is taken up by random music trivia.

My History of Rock class has reminded me exactly how much I love music & loved playing music. I don't know exactly what kind of careers are out there for a middle-aged hasbeen, other than music instructor or 'History of Rock Professor'. I could probably tolerate kids enough to teach them to play Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat on their beat up school instruments. Usually by high school band students are there because they are band geeks, not because they're forced to take the class - I know because I was a band geek. I just couldn't teach marching band - I can't even march & play at the same time.

I just have this serious yearn to hold an instrument in my hands again & make music, but I barely have any time for anything anymore, what with work, school, Rob & the new dog. Whatever I got would most likely be pushed aside like the drums or the oil paints to paint the drums. I think the one I did should be fully cured by now, I just haven't gotten around to doing any touchups.
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Went to the college today, which is something I've been putting off. After this semester I just need 5 more CIT classes... and I'll have my Associate's Degree.

I'm kind of terrified of that right now.
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Of course, I'd almost prefer The Hierophant to this interpretation:

You are the Hanged Man

Self-sacrifice, Sacrifice, Devotion, Bound.

With the Hanged man there is often a sense of fatalism, waiting for something to happen. Or a fear of
loss from a situation, rather than gain.

The Hanged Man is perhaps the most fascinating card in the deck. It reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes.

The Hanged Man, in similar fashion, is a card about suspension, not life or death. It signifies selflessness, sacrifice and prophecy. You make yourself vulnerable and in doing so, gain illumination. You see the world differently, with almost mystical insights.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Going to get an echocardiogram this afternoon - yay. The doctor wants to make sure my heart is healthy enough to survive another knee surgery. My cholesterol count went up (it's all the hot sausage & egg breakfasts I've been eating on the weekends because I'm home cooking for Rob) a few points & my EKGs are always wacky. Yes, I am aware there is something wrong with my heart, but I'm so freaking tired of stress tests that don't reveal anything, and I'm sorry, I am not going to get an angiogram done. There is no amount of money you could pay me to have that done. Even if there is something wrong with my heart, I'm not getting it fixed. Sorry, no open heart surgery, no stents, no shunts, no pacemakers, no catheters, no angioplasty. Aint happening. I just foresee this huge argument in my future between me, the doctor & Rob.

At least I'll get out of work a little early today.

School started yesterday & I had to drop a class already. I wish there was some way to know for sure what the professors expected out of their students ahead of time. I pay the extra money to take online classes so I don't have to be in a 'classroom setting' with other students, & the online classes are designed for people who live too far away to commute to school. With this in mind, why do these instructors keep expecting people to do group projects? I'm sorry, but I am not going out of my way to collaborate on anything with anyone just to get a passing grade - especially if I have to depend on someone else's work to get that passing grade in the first place.
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It's fox medicine at its best. Leaving things unsaid. It's funny how the freewillastrology & dailyom sometimes mirror my life. For some people, horroscopes are generalities, for me they actually work. It might just be a symptom of schizophrenia - magical thinking & all that.

But this is really where I'm at today:

May 9, 2008
Remembering To Pause
Beyond Reacting

We have all had the experience of reacting in a way that was less than ideal upon hearing bad news, or being unfairly criticized, or being told something we did not want to hear. This makes sense because when our emotions are triggered, they tend to take center stage, inhibiting our ability to pause before we speak. We may feel compelled to release the tension by expressing ourselves in some way, whether it’s yelling back at the person yelling at us, or rushing to deliver words of comfort to a friend in trouble. However, there is much to be said for teaching ourselves to remember to pause and take a deep breath before we respond to the shocks and insults that can come our way in life.

For one thing, our initial response is not always what’s best for us, or for the other people involved. Reacting to childish rage with childish rage will only escalate the negativity in a situation, further ensnaring us in an undesirable dynamic. Similarly, when we react defensively, or simply thoughtlessly, we often end up feeling regret over our words or actions. In the end, we save ourselves a lot of pain when we take a deep breath and really tune in to ourselves, and the other person, before we respond. This doesn’t necessarily mean we don’t say anything, although in some cases, that may be the best option.

Some situations require a fairly immediate response, but even just a moment of grounding ourselves before we do so can help enormously. The next time you find yourself wanting to react, try to pause, and in that pause, take a deep breath. Feel your feet on the floor, the air on your skin, and listen for a response to arise within you, rather than just going with the first thing that pops into your head. You may find that in that moment, there is the potential to move beyond reaction and into the more subtle and creative realm of response, where something new can happen.

I have to go get that toof pulled today. I'm worried & anxious because I've never been awake for the experience. It's something new and immensely frightening to me. The last toof they pulled broke into a bunch of pieces, when I got that wisdom toof pulled I had fingerprint bruises along my jawline. Both of those teeth took portions of my jawbone with them. I'm hoping not so much pressure will be needed since, even though it's a molar, this one is closer to the front of my mouth. I'm going to pop a couple of codeine pills before I head out the door. What may very well end up happening is that they'll take x-rays & refer me to an oral surgeon, which will annoy and relieve me at the same time.

Watched The Golden Compass last night. They did a fair adaptation to screen from the book, but the acting was hideous. It's pretty sad when a CGI bear has more passion than a character based on a gypsy. Seeing Sam Elliott was a nice little surprise, kind of like an Easter egg.

This weekend I also need to take my Net+ final and finish up my Excel class project. Which I haven't even started on, but I am the Queen of Excel Spreadsheets (an indication of this is me trying to spell 'Excel' as 'Excal') so not even starting is okay. Even if I totally bomb the Net+ final, I'll still get a C.
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Sittin here, minding my own damned business & my nose just started pouring blood.


Edited 7:32pm - I took a chapter quiz for my Network+ class & scored 9 out of 10 w/out even reading the whole chapter. I was going to finish reading the chapter since the next test to knock out is the Midterm, but I am afraid to sit here with my head down, hunched over a book.
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I think all the cold remedies I took this morning all started working finally. Like, around 7pm. If I wasn't so sick I could be having a really good time right now. My feet are numb, my fingers are all tingly, I can't feel the chair under my butt.

Watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End last night. It was okay. Nice dark little love story. It was kind of weird seeing Chow Yun Fat in a slightly bad-guy role. Chthulu the Chthouch Potato kinda freaked out when he saw what had become of the Kraken. I didn't know what it was I was looking at til it was too late & I didn't have a chance to cover his eyes. I was honestly hoping for more... especially after they told the story of Calypso & Davy Jones. I was hoping for some serious eye candy there & all I got was crabs & little kids. Blegh. I did like the pirate song at the beginning of the movie. Very hair-raising & creepy. I like Captain Barbossa far more than Jack Sparrow, pretty much through all three movies - I was excited at the end of the last movie when I saw Tia Dolma had brought Barbossa back from the dead.

I've seen a green flash at sunrise before. It's easier to do here than many other places. Er, it used to be easier, before we had so much smog. Anywhere you can get higher than the horizon & the horizon is relatively flat & there is not a lot of particulate matter or moisture in the air between you & the point of sunrise/set is a ripe area for seeing green flashes. Never saw one out at the beaches in California, but probably more because I wasn't looking at the sunsets.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so freakin' practical. Sat down, did the math & dropped the drumming class because honestly, gas is too expensive & it's going to go up in price again all through spring.
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Sometimes I don't quite 'get' things. I thought to myself, "Hey, the drumming professor has his own website. Why don't I just e-mail him & ask him upfront if his class is suitable for beginners?"

So that's what I did. Now I wait for the reply.



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