Everlong

Thanks for the comments below, it has been encouraging. Right now lets hope I can get on track to somewhere. In other news, I have been kind of been playing around with a guitar for a little while. Basically, as a kid, my dad never got to make loud noises. So as an adult he has purchased guitars and amps to play with. Of course, I have now started to use the guitars and amps a lot more than he does. I decided to take a quick video here and I put it up on Megaupload because it was quick and easy. Its just me playing a little bit of the song Everlong, which indeed has become one of my favorite songs. The guitar I'm using is my dad's Telecaster, the one I was given is in Camrose but I'm picking up all my stuff soon. I took Guitar 10 and near the end of that course, broke my hand, so that ended that. When I sorta picked it up again, it was mostly for a time waster but its been a lot of fun cranking out something through the amp...

Fork in the Road...

If you look back through the history of my blogs, maybe for the year, I had been coming off as ambivalent. At least thats what I think it has been like. General unhappiness? I'm not sure, but a lot of left alone statements never acted on, or forgotten. I kept trying to get kickstarted, but really I just seemed to sputter along. To get to the point, I am going to leave the Occupational Therapy program. I'm going to fail out.

Now, I had blogged earlier about the repeated course. I thought that when that happened, I would get kickstarted to work hard. I did, I studied pretty damn hard for the practical exams that were left. There was a lot of measuring and borrowing of assessments. Frick, I even bought a goniometer. Once the practical exams were over, I was kind of happy and proud to get through it. My response had been a good one, I was going through some adversity, handled it, and thought I was going to be better off for it.

Then I went off to work through the course I was repeating. There is not much too it, I fell back into the previous habits of doing the minimum to get it done. Not good, because you don't want any health professional on your case doing only the minimum. It should have been simple enough, but for some reason I was getting drained. The course itself wasn't actually that long and I had plenty of time... Yet near the end I felt stretched for time...

To get back on track, this placement did not go well. I'll summarize why as quick as I can. I knew that I was doing a poor job, but didn't work to correct it. Procastination was occurring, but it was a different kind, because normally you at least feel guilty. I didn't really feel guilty, I was okay with letting it slide. Finally it reached a point where I couldn't come back from it. In the end, I did have a choice. I could have taken a shot, try and get back to a pass. I thought to myself, do I have the attitude, committment, and desire to do this? I thought I asked myself this just a little while ago, and responded well. But this time I thought back to the whole year. Was I happy in this program? Did anything excite? Was I just trying to finish a degree? I have only a year left, and having a degree could have lead to looking at some graduate options... but the choice has been made. I'm out.

Its frightening. Did I make the right choice? What should I have done? Should I have continued? Are there still other doors open for me? I've probably left a bit out for now, but right now I am looking at some career counselling. There are some books to read and fill out, and hopefully this helps me with some decision making. Time is not exactly my friend....

Anyways, thats kind of an update. Next blog will be a quickie, and will potentially introduce you to the our latest and greatest catch phrase.

Everlong

I'm not having the best time on placement here, and a lot of has to do with the fact that I'm not taking advantage of what is here. I'm not stepping up is basically the gist. I'm gonna let another day pass before I put something up.

In the meantime, I feel like putting up a blog so maybe I'll talk about music for once. I'm not a huge follower of music but my preference is largely toward rock. I lean closer to "modern rock" but really, I listen mostly to mainstream music. I'm really too lazy to go out and search for whats out there. The songs I'll bring up here are mostly slow ones because while its nice to totally rock out, right now I'm not in the mood and slower songs just seem to have a way of sucking me in.


Glycerine- Bush
Seems to be about relationships and uses the substance glycerine as a metaphor for the volatile nature of relationships. For me, it feels like you're looking back on a situation and you feel numb. There isn't an emotion attached to it, and its just so hard to explain whats going on yet it makes sense what has happened.

4 am - Our Lady Peace
Really simple song but I just felt a lot of raw emotion come out of it. Also makes me think about those times where you stay up in bed until, yeah, 4 am, just obsessing about something. Could be about anything. You may not even know in this case, but for whatever reason you toss and turn.

Waiting - Green Day
I didn't like the video that went with this song because it seemed to scream "party video!" Really, besides the poppy sound it doesn't have anything to do with partying. It seems like a straightforward song about getting a big opportunity and being nervous about taking it. Maybe you'll take a chance and succeed, maybe you won't even take the chance at all... You just have a level of anxiety that you're not used to and at least in this moment, it paralyzes you. I guess by the more upbeat nature of the music you're supposed to pop out of it?

One of my favorite songs is from the Foo Fighters and its titled Everlong.
Most cranking version of Everlong ever is here. Its not a slow song, but the music just seems to speak to me, if that makes sense. The song seems to imply that things happen too fast. You want to hang onto one moment, because after that, or even before that, everything falls back down to Earth. The music gives a feeling of excitement that you can rock out to, but to repeat myself a bit, the speed gives a sense that its all happening to quickly and will be over too all too soon. It slows down in the middle to let you savor it, so it can hit the chorus one last time before ending.

Its not a happy or sad song again, but you just long for that moment. You've waited for it and its passed, so you relive it. Again and again, you think of that one spot of time that has implanted itself in you for the rest of your life. Alright, now I'm just repeating myself...

These songs all are fairly simple, but raw. There is uncertainty, and each contain some lingering in the past. And to me, they're just there for you to feel.

The Name Game

I enabled random posting again, just in case someone that I don't think reads this, actually does. Than it would be nice to know if they have anything to say. Anyways, just a brief comment for this blog. For those that don't know, my cousin has impregnated his girlfriend. Rather than get into any of that, I'm going to choose my mom's reaction and go straight to the "awww a baby!!!" While at Kdays we had conversations about what the kid's potential name could be. Kevin has managed to come up with Mojo... Mojo Boon? Someome please top that...

Klondike Days and that Mechanized Dragon... Its not Capital Ex Dammit...

For some reason I'm really looking forward to going to Klondike Days. Maybe its because I'm in Camrose for the rest of my summer and when I ask about things to do, walking trails and Wal-Mart top the list. But lets move this blog forward by thinking backward. ..

My very very first memory that I can actually recall is walking in the scorching sun and trying to make it underneath that bridge that connects the formerly known as Northlands Coliseum to the Agricom. Yep, we're heading off to Klondike Days! I can't remember a lot except those little cars you could drive on those old wooden tracks. Except you didn't really drive, but it was still super awesome. Another childhood memory I have is the ride "Dragon Wagon." Its a tiny kids roller coaster that travels in a loop and has two whole bumps. As a kid, this ride scared the shit out of me as it seemed to move me much faster than any previous experience. That damn dragon, too intense. (On a side note, in a random fit of rage, I threw away my favorite childhood book, Dragon in a Wagon... oh what have I done?!)

Ah, and there is always the Midway games. I declare myself to be the Whack-A-Mole champion! This is the only game where I aways win, but the downside is I have to keep spending and beating other people to win an stuffed prize I don't want... anymore... Well the amusing part is when anyone decides to play against me, despite knowing I have and will again without doubt hand them utter and horrible defeat. Awesome.

Then there is the food. Corndogs!!!... Three dollars for a small one?? Aww crap... why must I fall for you, delectable fried food. You are sweet and salty... how?! And those classic times people have taken on Monster Dogs. Man...

Finally, my favorite part, RIDES!!. At one time, I was not a fan of rides. Yep, these sky high dragon fast dizzying machines freaked me out. But now I've embraced these mechanized spin machines, because where else can I get such excitement? To me its like performing any really good jump kick except without having to put hard work and train for it. You get an adrenaline rush and thrills galore! Right now, all I want is to get strapped into the Fireball and feel the wind and G's as the ride goes. And lets not forget the rides that clearly state: "Heavier person on the inside." Seriously, don't ignore that instruction and don't be the jerk that flares his elbows out. ...Heh....

Again, I'm looking forward to having fun at Kdays and I'll end off by paraphrasing Mitch Hedberg, "Weeeee! That is what people say when they are having fun. They refer to themselves and other people."

The Rose City

So I've spent a full day and night now in Camrose and ... I am bored. Anyways, lets go over some things during my stay thus far:

I settled in on Sunday and went to bed early. Somewhere around 11 I started hearing music from my neighbour. I start hearing symphonic type music and wonder, I wonder if thats a girl next door. Cue the switch to AC/DC! Oh yeah, I'm staying in the dormrooms of a bible study college. Seriously, crapdammit, You have to blast AC/DC at 11 pm?? Finally I knock on the door, quick intro, "hey I'm trying to get some sleep, your music is too loud" and he goes oh sorry, and thanks for coming to me instead of complaining. I head back to bed and the musc is turned down but I realize that the walls are seemingly as soundproof as lego bricks. Okay fine, I don't know how well Lego contains sound, but I could still hear the AC/DC. Dammit, its not even the Back in Black album. Eventually I get to sleep...

So I wake up for my first day at my new placement. For my first day I would be actually be driving with my preceptor (supervisor) to Viking, which is about 45-50 minutes from Camrose. Yay... As it turns out she has an orientation day due to a job she has started a while ago and hasn't been able to make one of the orientation day for a while. The point is, the day was pretty much a snoozefest and I didn't really do anything.

Once that part of the day is over, I eventually have to make supper for myself. Now, the kitchen I have access to is across the street from me. Its not a great situation, but whatever. I was not able to successfully adapt to the fact that my materials adn the kitchen was seperated by so much space. I kept forgetting materials everytime I walked to the kitchen. "Oh crap, I forgot the pots *runs back*... oh crap, I forgot the butter *runs back*.... and is the inside of this fridge actually warmer than this room?" Well, I don't feel that I really cook anyways. I just sort of heat up some foodstuffs, and unite them in a bowl...

And now, here I am. I actually went to the visitor center and asked what is there to do in Camrose. The response? There are musuems around, if you like those. My preceptor said that Camrose is marketed as a retirement community as well. Its a slower paced lifestyle than Edmonton and it is filled with some nice scenery and walking trails. But walking is for suckers...le sigh

Anyways, time to head off before some more great but not appreciated at night because I'm fucking trying to sleep hard rock is blasted by my dorm neighbor...

Go House Lifter!

A nice story from the Make a Wish foundation...

Crap, no more hockey!

Congratulations to the Carolina Hurricanes for winning their first Stanley Cup in franchise history. Their team and fans deserve applause for their efforts and performance. And of course, thanks to the Oilers for giving our city some excitement in the springtime. There was definitely no shortage of effort, and all the credit to the Hurricanes for coming together for one more big game. As for the Oilers, thanks for the memories as I'll always remember watching game 3 against San Jose when Horcoff scores the winner in triple overtime. Hopefully next year we'll see a Battle of Alberta and the Stanley Cup returning back to Oil country =D.

Anyways, I regret not blogging recently because some topics that I wanted to talk about have passed and I can't really go back and type something out. It is as if there is a time limit on a topic, and once it expires the topic is null and void. However, one I think that can still be done is an apology. Devin, if you're reading this one I owe you an apology. It was a while ago when you needed a lift home and I should gave offered it. I apologize for not giving you a lift, I mean if a friend can't give a simple ride home, then what the hell? I'll try not to let it happen again, friends need to be there for each other, even in small things. I think its been part of a trend of bad decision making and I'm definitely unhappy with myself. Its humbling and a confidence breaker to step back and see you're not the person you thought you were. Sometimes I think that joke picture of the male brain on Maggie's blog is a compliment.

Now, if I can pull my act together and pass my online course, I'll be shipped onto placement in Camrose from July 10th to Sept 1st. Its pretty exciting to get to live on my own, even though I'll have about 6000% more work to do. Nevertheless, I hope to make the most of that opportunity and if I for some reason don't make it, I'll probably spiral deeply into some unescapable bout of depression. You will find me hiding in the basement closet never wanting to come out.

Oh yeah, I also am going to the Esks game on the 24th. So far its my family, however my dad won't make it so there is an extra ticket. Anyone interested in watching the Esks take on the Stamps gimme a shout.

Thats all for now...

Seize the Moment, Seize the Day.. 5 days later


Whups, I had started this a few days ago and kept it as a draft. Hopefully the finished product will have some sort of cohesion...

Anyways...

The "Seize the moment, Sieze the day" stuff is the theme and title song of my brother's high school graduation. So I had attended my brother's convocation at the Jubilee Auditorium. By the way, the song is actually pretty good and hopefully they'll try to record it somewhere. Anyways, recently I've been witness to a few milestones (a first car, marriage, high school graduation)and it has kind of forced me to think a bit (I know, I try not to strain myself).

So I started thinking back to my own graduation, and really not much came back. I never really thought graduating high school was a big deal. In fact, why are we really celebrating it? Whoop dee doo, we managed to get at least half the questions on our exams right... yeehaw? But I realize now that graduation was not merely about passing high school. I guess I might have gotten it then if I had truly listened to all the speeches I would hear. Graduation was also about transition, that one chapter of life was closing and another one was beginning. New changes were going to happen, and for better or worse, we're taking this time to celebrate the actual past that happened, and the bright potential future. Really, this is where all the cliches come but they're really the only way to describe whats going on...

Actually, hold those thoughts for another entry... This is where the blog takes an abrupt turn yet. This is what I get for not finishing a blog on the day I started it.

Today I was heading home from the U of A and decided to take the LRT. Now, as I was going down, I suddenly saw some shapes near the edges of the station. In fact, they were on the tracks. Great, I thought to myself, it was some people goofing around or what it looked to me was that someone threw a random bag of stuff on the tracks. Then I realized that it was actually an elder lady who fell off her powered wheelchair (perhaps she just got off the train, stayed on the spot for a little bit to find something?). I'm not going to describe it much. She was lying on her side as emergency personnel was helping her, and what looked to be her husband holding a considerable sized cloth covered in blood next to them. I'm not sure how to describe how I felt, but I saw the face of someone else and I went a bit numb...

This blog started off looking at milestones and celebrations to a tragic event. I can't even think about what I would reflect on. I'm a bit mixed in what to think or feel. I haven't exactly learned a grand lesson from all that has happened, but I'll be mulling it over for a while...

Clinical Reasoning

Well, its been about a week since I finished finals. My last two exams were a multiple choice exam and a practical exam. The practical (OSCE - stands for Observed structured clinical exam??) would have us assess a fake patient in either a physical or mental health aspect. I think I'll just talk about the OSCE now, it was quite an experience. There was actually a lot of material to cover, and in the end we would draw up a piece of paper that would only look at a little portion of that material. Basically, know everything or risk getting something you can't deal with. As well, to pass you had to get a mark of 70% or better. It did seem like an exam that you kick ass in or utterly utterly fail, but there were a few borderline marks.

I got to school about 10:00 am even though my test was at 6:50 pm so I could walk through mock scenarios a few more times under "Exam conditions." I thought it'd be a lot easier to know what to say after going through it with other people over and over again. I'm not sure if I would have done better if I just relaxed for the whole day and then come in near 5 to do the exam. I feel as though I need to go through the day focusing on that one event, even though thinking about the test sapped my energy because of nerves.

Now, the OSCE is set up so if you're doing a physical assessment, you've got about 6 minutes to take a quick history and then determine whats wrong. For a psychosocial part you've got 10 minutes to take a history and then go through an assessment. The physical portion is fairly straightforward, you get someone who "hurt" their right shoulder or left hip and knee. However, the mental health part can be tricky because their diagnosis can be major depression to mania. Depending on how the patient plays it, it can be very tough to handle the situation. In some cases, the patient refused to go though the assessment and other times they would be touching the student and rapidly talking.

Oh yeah, another thing that kind pissed me off was that my test had been moved back 40 minutes, so I said ah screw it, I'll come back later. Of course, when I get there about 7:10, I found out that they had been close to on time and that I got skipped. Crap! So my exam actually did get pushed back 40 minutes, but it was my fault. That was so awesome...

So anyways, I finally walk into the exam room and get my case scenario. Yay, its a mental health and my patient's diagnosis is Major Depression. Now, I kinda had an idea of what would happen. Major Depression would not affect someone's ability to tell you how to perform something, they can and know how to do it physically and cognitively. However, for some reason, there is just this void inside and it sucks up all your energy. Anyways, I walk in, start up the history and ask a few questions. Generally, I'm doing fine although I do need to speak up.

Now for my highlight moment!!

One of my questions is something along, "imagine you are at home and are about to goto bed. What should you do to make yourself feel safe?" Usually people will say check windows or lock the door (correct answer) but my patient says oh I've got a HANDGUN underneath my pillow. Oh fantastic, you're depressed and you have a handgun. Its a wonderful combination that mixes well, like Kool Aid and water....

Afterward we were talking to the evaluator of the OSCE, and he said to me it was funny the way my face looked when the patient said that. He also said he hoped that I acknowledged it in my written portion of the exam. I of course nodded politely and thought, good thing you aren't marking it! I'm so glad I have clinical reasoning...

But yeah, bottom line is that I passed it and am so glad that its done with!!! =D

Down but Not Out

My lack of effort or drive, whatever it is exactly, has cost me bigtime. I didn't really expect it to happen, but it did. What happened is this: I didn't get credit for one of my courses. I'm not going to bother getting into the specifics (fair or unfair, bullshit class or not?), except the bottom line is that I failed it. Now, I forget if I've mentioned it earlier, but I was heading toward my next clinical fieldwork placement on May 15th. However, that is no longer so, because a requirement of attending fieldwork is passing all previous Occupational Therapy courses. Therefore, when May 15th rolls around, I'm staying home.

I did not see this one coming at all. I was sitting in the computer lab and checking my email and it felt like a glancing blow to the face. I was in a state of shock but trying to immediately deal with it as best as I could. I immediately set up an appointment with the instructor and see what my options are in this situation.

After that appointment, it basically confirmed that I'm not going to fieldwork. To kind of compound it a bit, that was also the day that I was going to the oral surgeon to figure out the details of my wisdom teeth removal for the summer. That ended with me being at Westmount Transit Center, and during that time I actually stopped by and visited with my former Mandarin teacher. It was more or less a pleasant visit. When she asked how I was doing, I said good, but of course it was more like "I'm fucking crushed because I can't go onto placement."

On the long bus ride home, I forget if it was the same day or earlier, I had a long time to think. After recovering from the initial shock of all, I started to think. Maybe this could be a positive event after all. In fact, this could be the best thing to happen to me so far in OT... Yes, failing a course. Why? Because this consequence has given me a sense of urgency and a sense that I do need to apply myself. If in the end that isn't enough, than so be it. But I better not fail because I simply did not put in enough effort, that I couldn't put my mind to it and conentrate on doing the best I could. Me putting in a shoddy effort is insulting to those individuals who couldn't make the program but would have had the attitude and work ethic to succeed. I better not simply take up a spot and waste it.

Of course, I better walk the walk. Its all fun and exciting to do the whole "rah rah" thing but I better start this newfound energy for effort by making sure I pass my next two exams that are coming up... Wish me luck. =D

Well, that sucked

Blah, today I went to school for almost no reason. You see, in my program I have to select 5 modules out of a wide variety of topics (such as "Sexuality in rehabilitation to Splinting). So I went to school thinking, "Yay I'm going to knock off another one of the 5." But then it got cancelled. Weee! The kicker is that I had an contact lens appointment scheduled for that time but I had to move it. By the way, I did have an appointment even before that one. I have to goto another one because I could not insert the stupid f*cking contacts into my eyes (why did I censor myself?). It was almost a waste but I ended up signing up for a module sometime in June.

Oh yeah, also saw Silent Hill. My impression of this movie actually goes against the title of this blog entry. I didn't think this movie was as bad as indicated by movie critics, but I can understand why they scored the movie they way they did. However, I am convinced that the director thought it would be a good idea to tell the actors to base their performances off the CGI scenes from the video game...

Okay, time to put this one to bed. I thought I'd finish with what I thought was an interesting quote...

Chris Martin on "The Scientist": "That's just about girls. It's weird that whatever else is on your mind, whether it's the downfall of global economics or terrible environmental troubles, the thing that always gets you most is when you fancy someone."

Movies suck!

Take a look at the top box office moneymakers at www.rottentomatoes.com. It is just astounding to see that of the top ten, only three of them collected generally positive reviews. Now granted, something like Scary Movie 4 is going to get panned by the critics but just wow, it is astonishing (but not suprising) the level of suck that is going on in the theaters.

I had been hoping that Silent Hill had gotten some positive reviews. While doing some quick reading, I also found something else interesting. I took this passage from Roger Ebert's review of Silent Hill.

"Dr. Shlain made the most interesting comment on the panel. He said they took some four and five year-olds and gave them video games and asked them to figure out how to play them without instructions. Then they watched their brain activity with real-time monitors. "At first, when they were figuring out the games," he said, "the whole brain lit up. But by the time they knew how to play the games, the brain went dark, except for one little point."

Kind of explains the whole too much video games makes your brain go dumb dumb thing...

But anyways.. about Silent Hill! Who wants to watch it Monday? Even though its gotten a bit crushed in the reviews, it apparently has a good atmosphere and setting to the movie. The visuals are supposed to be fairly impressive and that alone can set a really good mood. I'm hoping that reviews have some kind of negative video game bias and that affected the reviews. I would liken what I've read about the movie to something along seeing a really pretty girl's face and then being snapped back into reality when you actually hear what she sounds like. It would be like Jennifer Aniston with the voice of Fran Drescher (spelling?). Now that is a truly horrifying thought...

Alas, it is time for some more studying. Well, I've just got to power through and look for the light at the end of the tunnel...

Bellringer

I've got a bellringer test tomorrow, oh what fun that will be. For those that don't know what it is, I have an exam for my cadaver lab. There will be 50 stations where you have a minute and 15 seconds to identify muscles and such on various specimens. Well, after that I've got to start studying hardcore for my finals. Sigh, its that time of year where everything feels like its swamping you. Ah well, gotta work through it because I just have to. Good luck to everyone studying up for finals, and curse that awesome spring weather laughing at me...

Doesn't Even Deserve a Title

Check out this old interview with Mario Lemieux by Dan Patrick. Its an old one but funny. Even if you don't, my favorite part is the end:

DP: What's the best thing you did with the [Stanley] Cup?
ML: I slept with it.
DP: By yourself?
ML: My wife was beside me.
DP: So, you and your wife slept with the Cup?
ML: In between us.
DP: You spooned with the Cup?
ML: Just for a few minutes.

And another interesting link, I just have to say that the architecture of this building is amazing. =D

Jeez, I have nothing to say at the moment. I wish I was a great storyteller so I could type out something. In fact, I wonder how is it that other people can be such great storytellers. They can create such glorious narratives about the most inane events (One time, I ate food I microwaved by myself...!). But then again, I prefer having an easygoing life. Dramatics aren't a part of life I wish to have, but building Lego cities is...

Ichiro!

Can't believe I watched this baseball game, but Japan beat Cuba 10-6. Weeeeee... it defeated studying Anatomy. Now I go into the lab not knowing what is what. Again. Dammit. "Weeee... that is what you say when you are having fun. You refer to yourself and other people" (Mitch Hedburg, some year).

Go Heavy or Go Home!

That little saying comes from watching a UFC special on Rich Franklin. Its posted up on the wall at the gym he weight trains at. Yep, nothing like watching somebody else train their ass off. The video is here and is about 200 megs. If you've got a broadband connection, it can't take too long to download. For me it was about 25 minutes or so. Also, the first two minutes are awesome. You'll have to watch it to see what I mean. =D

Some other interesting stuff is that our OT class is trying to do a fundraiser for next year. Apperantly its quite a big deal, and what we're doing is setting up an all day cycling on a exercise bike marathon. Basically, a whole bunch of teams register for a fee (having 2-8 people) and have to keep the bike's wheels turning for 8 hours. For the registration fee, half goes to a charity and half goes to our class' grad.

As well, there is this pledge thing. Here is where I think this idea falls off a bit. If each person from the faculty can raise $100, multiply it by the number of students (90+) we can cover our whole grad. The only issue is, its a pledge and therefore we go around asking people to donate to our grad. I believe at least 90% of these pledges would go toward the grad. Really, I can't imagine doing that, "hey wanna donate to my grad? By the way, you probably won't be going." But I could still try to come up with pledges. The way I would do it is hold a Poker tournament with buy-ins, and give away prizes instead of having a prize pool of the buy ins. Or I can sell stuff, but the poker idea is more fun. I just can't think of stuff I already have that I can give away right now...

Alexander the Great!

So my favorite hockey player ends up burning Canada in mens hockey. Well, what are you gonna do? Everyone is going to become a hockey analyst and remark about the game and team that was put together. Me? It just means Smyth and The Six Million Dollar man can come home and get some rest for the Oiler playoff drive. Good luck to Russia now, since they're the ones to knock off Canada. I have to admit though, I felt good for the 'ole Russian Rocket, Pavel Bure, who was the previous most exciting player in the NHL! By the way, anyone ever feel that he sort of looks like Macauly (sp?)Caulkin (yes the kid from Home Alone!)? Except without those baggy drugged up looking eyes...

Anyways, let the hockey rants begin...

Weekend Update

Anyways, on to a relatively interesting weekend. I'll start with the most recent event, which was a very ruggish and daring outing to a beauty salon in Chinatown. Yeah... I'm serious. Continuing on, I was there for... I don't even know what its called. I just heard the word "Extraction" and understood it involved my face. This procedure also involved some sharp objects. Presumably this was all to smoothen out pimples and so on on my face. Now, I like to think I have a decent threshold for pain, but wtf? This is one of the few times my eyes started to water in response to some kind of physical impact on me. The other time being a punch in the face.

The day before, I helped out in moving some stuff from one house to another. This led to the usual surge of "growing up" thoughts, so naturally I kind of shut them out for the time being. I don't have any crazy stories from this, which is probably a good thing because that means nothing was destroyed.

Okay, enough of this post. I'm going back to the Somethingawful comedy goldmine. Now, some of that stuff is very funny, but also very offensive, hence the name somethingawful. Anyways, my favorite archives are the tales from the zoo... =D

Ahahaha...

Hopefully the link won't die right away but chcek out this headline.

Woman accused of being a condom bomber.