Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Lol, I forgot to mention that when I got home on Monday, guess what was awaiting my presence? Two sinkfuls of dishes. So many in one day.... We got these huge thick paperback textbooks, and for tuesday, we had to have read from page 1-102 (Yeah, I thought the "102" part was a typo....but it wasn't) It wasn't that it was hard to read, it was just...so much. Of course, after I came home, fed the rabbits, rushed part of supper, I took about 1 1/2 hours, 2 hours to read the assignment. I promptly fell asleep. -_- Update later!!

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Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Wow...time to post, where do I even start? On monday, which was the first official day of class, was a bit overwhelming, especially after how orientation went. After lunch, we split into two groups and went into opposite wings, to see how some things work. We saw how a lift workes (machine, cloth slings, looks fun to ride o.o) As we were passing a room, the two nurses that my group was following went into a room, to check on the noise in there. There was a small group of people in there, surounding the resident by the window. She was making funny noises, and I just got this funny feeling...I think I knew what was happening, before anyone told me. It's just....I never saw anyone die before ;_o (I don't understand why I was upset...I mean, I didn't know her personally. At least I hid my upset-ness from everyone else.) Today, the supervisor told us some resident stories. This one made me smile ^_^; She told us about this 80 something old lady who first came there. She was wheeling her around in her chair, when she looked up at her and said "Wow....all these old women. What are they all here for?" She looked at her and just said she didn't know. The old lady said "What on earth am I going to do with all these old women around? What can I do for fun here? Where are all the guys?" She went and showed her the guy residents in the nursing home. "All these guys here are old, too. Where are all the young guys when you need them?" I found that story hilariouse ^_^;; There was another story, about a 90 year old lady who called the morgue, telling the guy on the phone about her dead parents in the basement....there was alot of explaining to do. 0.0 Well, I better get to bed, so my dream wont come true <_< Jaa!

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On Sunday night, I dreamed I was driving to work, and I was sleepy tired. I couldn't focus on the road...I was gently weaving to and fro, all over the road...I wanted so badly to go to sleep, but I had to go to work. I finally noticed I was going the total opossite direction of work, and I turned around in somone's front yard. I hope this is one of those dreams that mean nothing... I have too much to say. It is only 7:27, and my mom is convinced it is 7:30. I have to go to work/class....>_<

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Saturday, February 14, 2004

This is a link my uncle sent me.... It made me feel so small, then so big. I found it really neat ^_^ The something interesting

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Heh, something I had gotten in my e-mail... This is a good time as any to put it here. For most, there is no crueler day of the calendar year than that of Valentine's Day. While a tiny fraction of the population can look forward to a holiday of wine and roses, poetry and song- the vast majority of us can anticipate a day of nausea and grimacing, trauma and grief. A day in which minutes seem like hours, and hours like days, as we reflect sorrowfully on yesteryear's romantic indignities, today's loneliness, and the unknowable but certain heartbreak that will be visited upon us repeatedly in the years to come. When cruelty and holidays collide, the weak-willed find solace in self-pity and comfort foods. And like some twisted and opportunistic confectioner who preys upon the most emotionally vulnerable, Despair Inc. is proud to announce that yet again, we have combined the two into a radical offering: BitterSweets(tm) - The Valentine's Candy for the Rest of Us. LIke the ubiquitous candy "conversation" hearts, BitterSweets(tm) are made of flavored, chalky-tasting sugar and sport a message on their face. But unlike other candy hearts, ours are stamped with bitter musings and mockeries perfectly suited to the dejected spirits of those who will spend the holiday alone, or wishing they were. Messages recalling an almost forgotten, unbearably painful memory of being dumped. Or perhaps of a dysfunctional, psychotic ex-girlfriend or boyfriend. Or of that cruel-hearted girl (or boy) in elementary school who rejected your valentine solicitations, informing you that Jake (or Holly) was "so totally way hotter". And for the first time ever, Despair has made BitterSweets(tm) available in TWO unique collections, "Dejected" and "Dysfunctional", both of which feature up to 37 unique sayings each! "Dejected" sayings include: I MISS MY EX • PEAKED AT 17 • MAIL ORDER • TABLE FOR 1 I CRY ON Q • U C MY BLOG? • REJECT PILE • PILLOW HUGGIN ASYLUM BOUND • DIGNITY FREE • PROG FAN • STATIC CLING WE HAD PLANS • XANADU 2NITE • SETTLE 4LESS • NOT AGAIN "Dysfunctional" sayings include: RUMORS TRUE • PRENUP OKAY? • HE CAN LISTEN • GAME ON TV CALL A 900# • P.S. I LUV ME • DO MY DISHES • UWATCH CMT PAROLE IS UP! • BE MY YOKO • U+ME=GRIEF • I WANT HALF RETURN 2 PIT • NOT MY MOMMY • BE MY PRISON • C THAT DOOR? Truly, BitterSweets(tm) are the perfect gift for you OR for someone you love, especially if that special someone is one who doesn't want to hurt your feelings but just doesn't feel that way about you but still wants to be friends so they can torment you with stories about their crushes on someone who doesn't appreciate them like you do, can't love them like you can, and actually takes pleasure in corralling a herd of fawning "just friends" behind themselves as they indulge in one self-destructive relationship after another, with no hope of ever finding true love, despite an army of souls eager to lavish it upon them. (You know what we're talking about.) Supplies are limited. But the pain that accompanies them may not be. Still available in six different flavors, including: Banana Chalk, Grape Dust, Nappy-Citric, You-Call-This-Lime?, Pink Sand and Fossilized Antacid. http://www.despair.com/bittersweets.html

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Friday, February 13, 2004

Yesterday.... How do I even start about yesterday? And just as I wrote that, I thought the beginning, which is a very good place to start... And didn't that come from Mary Poppins or something? <_< Anyways... When I got to the nursing home, I found there were two other people I knew there. As it turns out, they are going to take the class, same as me. One girl was from my highschool class. Erm....we aren't all that great of friends (She was one of the people angry at me when on the senior trip, I kinda walked in on my roomate and her boyfriend doing stuff....I was so shocked, I just kinda sat outside, in the outside hallway, and I might have opened my freaking big mouth to one or two people, who told everyone else, who told everyone at school. She felt it gave her the image of being a whore or something <_< ) So... The other girl dropped out of my brother's class, and we never really talked because she does alot of things I dont care for (drinking alchohol, stuffs like that) Anyways... From 8:30 to about 12:00, everything was about saftey. Saftey, saftey, saftey. And laws. Laws about abuse. I feel a bit scared, thinking about it. You get arrested for abuse. I know I wont hurt anyone, but telling somone to shut up is considered abuse, so, yeah.... =\ Right before lunch, they mentioned about what to do if a resident tries to pull hair, spit, bite, scratch, grab your breasts, grab your butt, ect. You are supposed to take their wrist gently and firmly and pull it away from you, telling them that behavior is unacceptable. My first reaction is "Oh my god, I have to deal with that here?" I tried to stop stupid emotions from forcing themselves out of me, so I bit the inside of my mouth. Very soon, I could taste alot of blood in my mouth, and I started to cry a puddle in the carpet. No one noticed, untill I didn't say anything, as I seemed to be the only one to ask good questions. I really really wished I didn't react that way, I think I am going to be calling myself an idiot for a while now =\ Of course, somehow, the supervisor somehow strangly guessed the basics of the situation. The only good thing about my timing is that more than half of the class (there was 10 people in the room) were out on a smoking break, and didn't see me.... After that, I got an intense migrain that felt like somone shot my temples, and hit me over the head with a cold steele hammer...and I had to stay untill 4:30 still. The rest of the day is a huge muddled jumbled blur. It hurt to take in or retain any information, which is what I was trying vainly to do. Now, I am not all sure what I signed my name to =\ Heh. I found out yesterday that the bank I applied to twice called the girl that was from highschool...they wanted to interview her for the position I had applied to. They told her that they have been looking for someone since summer.... I then realized that they didn't hire me because of the way I look. The girl from highschool is pretty and thin, and I guess they don't want people like me working there. Maybe it would make them look bad or something.... =\ I dunno, it's just a tad depressing, finding out that many others agree that being fat and ugly gets you nowhere, and demontrate that fact, too. If I have time, I shall edit this later. But I probably wont be able to >_<

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Thursday, February 12, 2004

As of late, my brother has "new found" computer time. Let me explain... The kids come home at around 4:00. I am usually making supper at the time. My three siblings usually divide the time between 4:00 untill 8:00 on the computer between them. Then my brother usually goes online/plays a game (some involving game, starcraft, final fantasy 7, ect..)And then I would usually go on after an hour of him playing or so, and then I go on for about an hour or whatever. Now, what he does is he plays his time, and my time. If I complain to my mom, she yells she is going to pull the computer plug, and no one will go on. If I ask him nicely, he just mumbles something, and basicly ignores me. I don't want to forcibly move him, because I hate fighting, especially physical fighting. I hate arguing, but I prefere arguing to any physical fighting. So, I don't know what to do... I go on for about 10, 15 minutes in the morning, like now. I dont even have time to check anyone else's otakus >_< Today is the job orientation, from 8:30 to $:30 *unties knots from tummy* Lol, I don't understand why I am so nervouse.....=\ Monday is the first day of work/class, and my mom is going to treat it like how I was in school. So, I will go to work from 7 something, to prolly 3 something, come home, start supper, feed the rabbits, wash dishes, sort and wash clothes. And when I start going to the gym in about two weeks, I am going to be squeezing in supper somewhere, if I am lucky, and I probably wont have time for the computer (heh, my brother makes sure of that now <_<) I really hope I am very wrong... I mean, not that the computer is all so important, but I am going to miss my friends =( *sigh* I have to leave very, very soon, for the orientation... Maybe if I am allowed, I will post an update =\

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Tuesday, February 10, 2004

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Ordering Pizza in Year 2015 Operator: "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I have your..." Customer: "Hi, I'd like to order." Operator: "May I have your NIDN first, sir?" Customer: "My National ID Number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's 6102049998-45-54610." Operator: "Thank you, Mr. Sheehan I see you live at 1742 Meadowland Drive, and the phone number's 494-2366. Your office number over at Lincoln Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number's 266-2566. Which number are you calling from, sir?" Customer: "Huh? I'm at home. Where d'ya! get all this information?" Operator: "We're wired into the system, sir." Customer: (Sighs) "Oh, well, I'd like to order a couple of your All-Meat Special pizzas..." Operator: "I don't think that's a good idea, sir." Customer: "Whaddya mean?" Operator: "Sir, your medical records indicate that you've got very high blood pressure and extremely high cholesterol. Your National Health Care provider won't allow such an unhealthy choice." Customer: " Phooey! What do you recommend, then?" Operator: "You might try our low-fat Soybean Yogurt Pizza. I'm sure you'll like it." Customer: "What makes you think I'd like something like that?" Operator: "Well, you checked out 'Gourmet Soybean Recipes' from your local library last week, sir. That's why I made the suggestion." Customer: "All right, all right. Give me two family-sized ones, then. What's the damage?" Operator: "That should be plenty for you, your wife and your four kids, sir. The 'damage,' as you put it, heh, heh, comes to $49.99." Customer: "Lemme give you my credit card number." Operator: "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay in cash. Your credit card balance is over its limit." Customer: "I'll run over to the ATM and get some cash before your driver gets here." Operator: "That won't work either, sir. Your checking account's overdrawn." Customer: "Never mind. Just send the pizzas. I'll have the cash ready. How long will it take? Operator: "We're running a little behind, sir. It'll be about 45 minutes, sir. If you're in a hurry you might want to pick 'em up while you're out getting the cash, but carrying pizzas on a motorcycle can be a little awkward." Customer: "How the heck do you know I'm riding a bike?" Operator: "It says here you're in arrears on your car payments, so your car got repo'ed. But your Harley's paid up, so I just assumed that you'd be using it." Operator: "Will there be anything else, sir?" Customer: "No, nothing. Oh, yeah, don't forget the two free liters of Coke your ad says I get with the pizzas." Operator: "I'm sorry sir, but our ad's exclusionary clause prevents us from offering free soda to diabetics." ......

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Monday, February 9, 2004

I have a confession to make.... I am addicted to honey wheat pretzels. Yes, yes, I know, how did I even get mixed up with that kind of stuff? It all started out innocently, honestly. I just wanted to try one...it looked so good. Then everything went downhill from there. Kids: Say no to honey wheat pretzels. You will be better off, and there will be more for me (jk, jk) Hmm...I am in a weird mood, as you can tell... This weird mood has led me to remembering when I was severely bullied in 7, 8, 9, and 10 grade. It stopped at 11 grade, partially because the main bully guy flunked, and I stopped using the bus later in that year because of track and the musical were after school. I remember the three guys would bring tons of loose change, rocks, and paper. They would preceed to make sloppy wet goopy balls made out of their spit (XP *gags*) They would pelt me with loose change and the rocks, and lob the slopballs at me best they can. I think what hurt alot was that no one seemed to care. I mean, one of my friends rode the same bus, and he sat right behind me. He was a big guy....and he never said anything, never stood up for me. I know, I know, how can I expect people to stand up for me when I can't even do it myself? Lol, well, one girl against three guys, two whom live on a farm, and are probably stronger than normal, well, its not good odds *bits lip* I remember just sitting there, minding my own business, when they would start throwing stuff at me. I remember the feel of the slimey wet slopball as it soaked into my shirt....and all I could do was sit there and cry in my arms, while people looked away embarrased, or snored away. When I told the principle, she told me to stop fighting. *blinks* The bus driver...well, he is an old guy, seemingly blind, and practically deaf -.- So, yeah, the whole situation seemed so hopeless...

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