There's Gotta Be More

I've been (thankfully:) talking to my dad a lot the last couple of weeks, and there are two things he told me I had to blog about! I don't know what's funnier, that my dad actually used the word "blog" as a verb, or the 'supposedly' unintentional 'hint, hint' that I failed to catch until last night! I love being friends with that man. He is amazing!

So, the first must-do entry:

My roommate owns the computer we both use at our apartment. The last time (about 1.5 years ago) we got a virus was COMPLETELY my fault. I had to explain to our neighbor (who also happened to fix computers in his spare time) that I was not intentionally looking to watch the R. Kelly sex video; I was simply trying to figure out what the heck people were talking about! I am, by nature, very impatient and clicked on the first thing that popped up instead of catching those little suggestions that this particular web site was a trap for us click-happy, now-labeled 'sexually deviant', porn addicts out there. Apparently, just for the kicks of it all. So, I paid to have the computer fixed, and all was good.

Then, about 3 months ago, another stupid Trojan-thingy started reeking havoc on our poor little pink computer. (Total breast cancer awareness freaks) So. Now we had to figure out a way to pull another 200 bucks out of our budgets, (100 a piece since no blame was pinned) right after Christmas, while I'm having to pay for school stuff, and I could just go on and on and on, but I think you get the point. If you don't, let me know. I'm always glad to vent!!! Well, come March, we still hadn't managed to pull currancy from our rears, and the computer was driving us CRAZY!!!! I decided to try to fix it myself. What's the worst that could happen??? I could totally screw the thing up and we couldn't use it for a while. Wow. Not too far off from where we were. So I consulted with a very helpful doc at work who just so happened to have done the same thing himself, about a month earlier! He told me it was easy as could be, and that all I had to do was reload the disks that came with my computer in the first place (Windows XP) and they would walk me through the process.

He was right.

To a point.

I think I should have told him that I needed more detailed explainations. Now, plug the computer in...

Well, I spent all day loading Windows, and drivers, and all sorts of other programs that we need for our various wastes of time (and my school stuff) and I was ELATED, freaking ELATED!!!!! to find that our computer worked again!!!! But something was a little off and I couldn't figure out what it was. Well, aparently, before you load everything onto your computer, you need to delete what is already on there. Hm. So I was trying to force this thing to hold waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy too much memory. Easily fixed. ELATED!!! once again.

I am the DIY queen.

Well, since I have a math test in about 10 minutes, I have to pee, and I have an immense amount of homework to do before bedtime, blog item #2 will have to wait. - Just to remind myself later - it's about Alex, the phone girl!

The Artist in the Ambulance

Because someday I'm going to do an agglomeration of public service announcements:

Today's Topic: When (and when NOT) to call an ambulance.

If you are a young woman with heavy menstrual cramps, and the Ibuprofen your mother just gave you is not working yet, do NOT call the ambulance. Try waiting a half and hour and maybe taking a couple more. You are welcome to call your doctor's office or pharmacist for medication info.

If you find yourself suddenly on the floor, alone, without recollection of the last 5 minutes, please, feel free to call the ambulance. We do not want this to happen again while you are trying to drive.

If your leg started hurting 3 months ago for an unknown reason, and you decide you finally have time to stop in and get it checked out today, you can probably handle walking your ass into the waiting room instead of tying up the ambulance and keeping the EMT's from people who can't breathe.

If you have gotten hung up on a barbed-wire fence after going 100+ miles per hour on an ATV and clotheslined yourself on said fence, and an hour later (after you have finally freed yourself), it feels that your throat is full of fluid, for Christ's sake, CALL the ambulance. Do not have your little neice with a learner's permit drive you.

Thank you, and have a safe day.

Deep Water

For the two people out there who still read this (and let me know that they are patiently waiting for the next entry), hello!

Balance has been on my mind a lot lately. So many goals, so little time, and so much to do it's exhausting. Updating my planner lately has been a chore. Every time I add another task in, I feel I am drilling another hole in my tiny survival raft. Not only have I neglected my family and friends, but I have also neglected myself. I get so bogged down with all of the assignments with work, school, personal health, housework, and errands, that the pressure mounts eponentially on this piece of coal. Lately, no facet of a diamond-in-process has glimmered to light. Nope, this coal frickin' collapses upon itself and somehow ignites into self-rebellion. (Wow, is that too many analogies for ya'?) I take pleasure in tossing aside my planner to sit and soak in my own self pity. Listen to the song. My water is self-produced. Tears from years of self-pity. Even I am tired of my obsession with whining.

Time to look to the sun. Or, Son, rather. I have spent entirely too much time dreaming of how good it will be; I have been stuck on survival mode until then. Time to love myself and think of today. My Dollar Store straws have holes and it's time to just get rid of the water.

Maybe that means I will write more. Maybe it doesn't. Either way, it made me happy today.

Sound of Silence

Well, it's been silent here a while. Thought I'd share the longest thing I have typed (outside of homework) in a while. An e-mail to Lori (that is not very exciting, jtlyk.):

I am sending this to both our e-mail addresses, because, apparently, you are not one of my contacts on hotmail. I don't know why. I'm pretty sure you were once upon a time... I could be wrong. ANYWAY, I was actually wondering about the website that you're doing the writing thing with. Not that I'll have time to do it. It'll probably sit in my inbox for the next 2 years until I get time to deal with it - like the hundreds of expired coupons and ideas for eco-friendly living. Still, I would like to know.
I am between classes and trying to stay awake. You day-shift people are off your rockers. After hours of staring at the wall (I sleep on my side), I finally fell asleep around 3 this morning. By the way, it is just wrong, WRONG I tell you!!!!, to have to wake up when it's dark outside! Just plain wrong!! (note the disgusted Gollum-like tone seething through the words...)
Hope you're having a great day!
Tory

Ok, and because Lori will notice, I changed it up a bit. I don't know how authors can go back and read their publications after the publicating (probably not a word - I don't care.) has been done! I am constantly wanting to change things! Frrrrrrr-ustrating!!!
Anybody else picture Tony the Tiger with that??

No?


No?


Nobody?


Really.

Hmph.

Physiology

In case you haven't figured it out, I have not been blogging much lately. Well, ya know. Whatever. I would love to, and I will occasionally - but please excuse me - I must put the wine down now and study more Physiology. And that's my life now. Maybe Christmas break I'll fill you all in on things.

After, of course, I fill out my new planner for 2009!!!! :) How VERY exciting!!!! and, no, I'm not joking. It's taking all of my will power to study and leave the planning for later.

Medical Term of the Week #2 - an all around favorite of healthcare workers.

Discharging Diagnosis:

Sorry, We can't fix stupid.

Quote of the Week # 16

“Your heart is my piñata.” - Chuck Palahniuk