All Hallows Eve

Happy Halloween!!!!

Some people have way too much time on their hands

But THIS is pretty freeeking neat.

Time Goes Marching On

It's midterm. My how time flies. It's also almost Halloween. I love Halloween. I'm going as Laura Croft (I Know, not very original but I don't care so much) this year. And I'm cutting my hair off Nov 1. I'm excited.

Oops, Missed.

I just discovered that the last week in September was Vasculitis Awareness Week. This used to be Wegener's Granulomatosis Awareness Week before the Wegener's Granulomatosis Association changed to the Vasculitis Foundation and thereby became slightly less cool as far as I am concerned. This is nothing against Vasculitis, but I liked it better when it was just my little disease instead of something that is just part of it.

The point, though, is that I missed the awareness week once again. Every year since I was diagnosed (4 years ago!... wow I didn't realise it had been that long) I've found out about the week just after it happens. I guess there's nothing to stop me from making people aware now, and that's kinda why I'm blogging about it, but it's not as neat when it's not a mass effort.

Still, letting people know about Wegener's Granulomatosis is important becaues it's been a major thing in my life. I posted about it back in march and things now (concerning my illness anyway) are about the same. My WG is still in remission (YAY! ... knock on wood) and I'm doing great, health wise. I can't believe that I've been living with it for four years.

I was actually really lucky- relatively anyway. I was diagnosed before any permenant organ damage could happen and I had a fairly easy treatment. Granted, the treatment wasn't really all that easy, but I didn't have any horrid side effects from any of the medication. Even the weight I gained from the prednisone was pretty minor compared to what some people go through with that lovely little drug.

Of course, there are always problems. I mean, at 17 it was not an easy thing to deal with. And now that I'm healthy again, it's hard for me to motivate myself to do the things I need to do. For example, I really need to make an appointment with my doctor - just for a check up. The thing is, it's hard to convince myself that I really need to see him. I feel fine. No symptoms. I very much don't want to spend 2 hours in the doctor's office, get poked with a needle, and pee in a cup just to get told that I'm doing fine.

I need to do it anyway.

What is Wrong with People??

Some people can get away with not wearing a bra. It's almost kind of sexy if one has small perky breasts. However, if you, like this lady who came through the aviary today, have breasts that sag BELOW your belly-button FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS MAMMERY wear a feaking bra!!! And I am not exagerating on this. Yes, I am prone to exageration, but I'm just not doing it now. Her boobs were seriously BELOW her waist. Not pretty. Some people should not be allowed out of the house!

Muse and Blackholes

This is my favorite song this week. I also like the creepy 80s-ness of the video. Enjoy.

P.S. it is called Supermassive Black Hole and it is by Muse.

I'm a Star!

So instead of really concentrating on reading this one book, I've been distracted for the last hour by this celebrity face match up thingy. The way it works is you upload a photo and their magic facial recognition whatever matches you up to celebrity faces. They suggest doing it with several photos to see who pops up the most.

I did it five times. The only celebrity I look like twice is

Reese Witherspoon

which isn't too bad. According to this photo I look 80% like her.

Some other interesting results were:
Princess Di
Penelope Cruz
Alicia Silverstone
John Denver
Britney Spears
Katie Holmes
Catherine Zeta Jones


I'm not sure I necessarily agree with any of them. In fact, I'd prefer to associate myself with Britney Spears as little as possible. The good news is that I only look 55% like her. I apparently look more like Jessica Simpson (78% according to one photo). Thank god it wasn't a personality match up.

The Meat Factory

School has started again.

I like my classes.

My French class is in a classroom with no AC. This is bad

My Astrophysics prof never blinks. This is weird

I'm also taking an English class and an anthropology class.

End Report

Vacations in Western New York

Everyone else has gone of really neat vacations this summer. I'm in New York now. Now, calm down, I'm not in New York City. I'm in North Tonawanda, home of the carousel. Here, it's kinda boring. And we're staying at my grandmother's house. She doesn't believe in technology. I've discovered that I have become completely addicted to my online wastes of time. Sad isn't it. Right now I'm sitting in starbucks, sipping an iced chai, and catching up on my online things. I'm such a hipster! Go me!

We're going to a play in Canada this afternoon. It should be fun. And tomorrow we're going down to a cottage on Lake Canandagua (that's so not how you spell that, but I'm never going to actually get it right). So maybe It's really not as boring as I thought. It just takes more of an effort to find things to do here. I imagine western New York is just as exciting as Salt Lake (cuz home is a laugh a minute), I just don't know where to go yet. Hey it only took me 20 years to figure in out in SLC. I'm sure I'll manage to have fun the rest of the week. I'm looking forward to being home though.

(highlight to read)

This is just going to be silly questioning/rantage. Yes, I know most of this blog is nothing more than a bunch of silliness, but I still thought you deserved a warning. And, as you might have noticed, I have written in an impossible to read without highlighting color. You see, not all my threats are empty. Moving on to my useless wondering:

Why is it that we always have to label the relationships we have with people. I really think that it might be a quasi subconcious thing sometimes. Pay attention though. Suppose Person A is talking to Person C about Person B (this only happens if C doesn't know B). Person A will always refer to Person B by their relationship. For example:

Person C: Wow, I really like deep fried pickles!
Person A: That's funny because my friend, Person B, hates cheese.

For another example:

Person C: Gee-Wiz, juggling knives while putting on lipstick and petting a cute, cuddly kitten sure is a hard thing to do.
Person A: It wouldn't be if you had mad skills like Napoleon Dynamite. Person B, my coworker, didn't see that movie.

Why can we not talk about people we know without the little clause indicating their relationship with us? Even if it's just "this guy I know," which doesn't really clarify anything and could be just left as whatever the guy's name is. I think it should be Guy, just for confusions sake.

Those of you who know me probably know exactly why I'm lashing out against labels today. You all know that I don't do well with one in particular. And if you really want to avoid using that one, it gets to be very difficult when you are talking to people about whoever you are kinda-sorta-dating-but-not-seriously-and-certainly-not-seriously-enough-that-you-want-to-call-him-your-boyfriend-but -definately-serious-enough-that-you-can't-really-just-call-him-your-friend. This is all just a hypothetical example, of course. And for those of you who may or may not know better, goody for you.

Girls Rock Your Boys

I've been on a total 80s hair band trip all week. I had "Cum On Feel the Noise" (Quiet Riot, if you don't know) stuck in my head all day. It started to get annoying. Now I'm Listening to Lita Ford. Does that really count as a hair band? It was on a CD called "80s Hair Metal" (or something like that) that I almost bought earlier this week.

My quest this week is to find a kicky hat-box. It may last more than just this week because I'm not sure I have time to really look for one. I'm not so into shopping these days and those are an odd item.

I think next time I post I will do so in a color that you can only read it you highlight it. That would be fun. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I think all this heat is going to my head.

Existential thoughts?

Earlier today I was walking down the street when I happened upon a man. He wanted me to tell anyone who might read this that anything thing I say about him is completely fabricated. Including any information about me meeting him and him wanting me to tell anyone anything. This man was standing under a sad looking tree and wearing a bowler hat. He may or may not have been waiting for Godot.

Summer Daze

It's Fucking HOT!!!

Good News

I just took a nifty test that told me that I probably do not have adult ADD.

Gee that's a relief, cuz I was really worried.

You know, cuz..... Hey look, Shiney.

Click on the link to take it yourself!

It's FUN!!!

The Link

On a Chopstick Wrapper:

Welcome to Chinese Restaurant.
Please try your Nice Chinese Food With Chopsticks
the traditional and typical of Chinese glorious history.
and cultural



I just love bad translations.

I have been slacking.

Yesterday when I got off work, I hung around the bird zoo for a while and fed the Lories. It was the first time I had done so and it was super fun.

My baby brodder is home from college. Already the basement stinks. I don't see much of him, but he makes my life harder because now I have to share my car. The good news is that I also have to share the price of gas. And since he's working way out in Sandy, he's driving a lot more than I am so he's going to be buying a lot more gas than me.

I'm re-reading the Thursday Next series. They're all clever little book-nerd sort of books. Easy reads but not crap literature. I think I shall now get back to it. Thursday's currently struggling to remember her husband, Landon Parke-Lain, who has recently been killed at the age of two. It's important for Thursday to remember him because she's carrying his child. Besides this, she has to rescue the unpublished book that she's living in from being recycled and teach two generic characters how to have personality.

Birfday

they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
it's my birthday too ya
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
we're gonna have a good time
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
i'm glad it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na
happy birthday to you

yes we're going to a party party
yes we're going to a party party
yes we're going to a party party

i would like you to dance
birthday
take a cha-cha-cha-chance
birthday
i would like you to dance
birthday
DDDAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!



i would like you to dance
birthday
take a cha-cha-cha-chance
birthday
i would like you to dance
birthday
woooo dance



na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
it's my birthday too ya
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
they say it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
we're gonna have a good time
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
i'm glad it's your birthday
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
happy birthday to you



That's right kids! I was born 22 years ago TODAY

Efil

I'm not sure where this came from, but it's got a very good point:

The unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time and what do you get at the end of it? a death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all baskwards. You should die first, you know, start out dead - get it out of the way.
You wake up in an old age home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect you pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, you're generally promiscuous (hey, you've only got a few years left, what's the big deal?) and you get ready for high school.
You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, then you spend your last nine months floating peacefully with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, larger quaters every day, and then you finish off as an orgasm.

I've seen so freakin many movies this week! Well, I guess it was in the last two weeks. I saw:

Thank you For Smoking
Slither
Lucky Number Sleven
The Notorious Bettie Page
Kinky Boots

They are all really quite good. Well, Lucky Number Sleven is maybe not so good, but Josh Hartnett is very pretty and I was more than happy to stare at him for a couple hours. The rest of them are awesome and I recommend everyone sees them.

Rice and Beans and Cheese

Camping was fun.

AFI's new song (Miss Murder) is really cool.

Have I mentioned that I'm working now at the Tracy Aviary (Bird Zoo)?

I turn 22 in less than a month. I'm thinking a 40's or Rockabilly themed party. Should be a bitchin' good time.

Todd (my cynical ex-boyfriend) is getting married this month. I'm going to be bitter until it's over, then I'm over it. He's so changed that he's not worth the energy it takes to think of him. I'm allowed to be bitter for a little while. After all, he was my first love (or whatever).

Spring is here, spring is here, life is skittles and life is beer.

That's all.