Like omg you guys, its been waaay to long *insert unnecessary squeaks screams and squeals here*
So as it turns out, I cant handle being a real adult, and coming up with blog posts at the same time. Ive had a real job now for a few months, and have been going to school too. For a while school and work were winning, so... go me!.... but its about that time where I dive bomb for a few days and cant be an adult anymore. Which is why I am writing a rambling ridiculous post at midnight on a Thursday (School night!! its WAY past my bed time... like really though I go to bed at 930 these days...) Its actually been so long that Google updated the format of blogger and I am not even really sure I am writing a real blog post right now.
Anywhoooo so I have a job and its crazy and hectic and a little stressful and shocking and rewarding and wonderful all at once. Hooray! I however am getting paid in rocks and dirt... and its also not really what I thought I was applying for.... aaannnd probably wont be doing the same thing next year.... but... YAY!!....?...oh well...at least I'll still be living with my parents when we move... so... I wont have to change my blog... winning?
And school is crazy... a crazy waste of time that is. At least so far. I will hopefully get back here sooner rather than later to elaborate on my ridiculous social awkwardness of meeting about a bazillion new people in 48 hours. And friends.... I dont really know how to make freinds... so thats been interesting
I totally had so many more things I wanted to tell you guys about!
I rediscovered caffeinated sodas after about a year and a half hiatus... and had wonderful absolutely hilarious ground breaking material to post.... but.... midnight... and... caffeine crash...
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
super long over due updateness
ok so I haven't posted in an extremely long time and I know all of you were "Woe is me, what ever will I do?!" for about .05 seconds and then moved on..
So here's whats been happening in the land of misfit toys...
The house... this damn house... Oh lets live on the beach completely secluded from everyone... yeah not such a super idea when you're here full time... in the summer people are EVERYWHERE on bikes, walking, beaching it up in their not beach ready bodies, and traipsing all over our private break-your-legs-on-the-rock-jetty-and-sue-us beach/front yard/property. Its kind of like someone walking up to your grassy front lawn, plopping down in a beach chair and building a grass castle in the middle of suburbia. In the winter its so freaking windy the water in the toilet bowl has waves... not even exaggerating on that one... I even took a video of it but got too lazy to post it... Basically I could go on forever about how much we don't really enjoy living here... and I shouldn't even be complaining because its a BEACH HOUSE, and a place to live and a roof over my head for free... but that's the American way so I am totally going to complain...
So we put the house on the market three years ago aproximately 30 seconds before it became REALLY hard to sell any house anywhere let alone a really expensive beach house with particularly interesting decor, including but not limited to a gigantic mosaic tile peacock on the first landing of the stairs. So yes, finally, we have finally sold it and the closing was about two weeks ago... so that means we are now renting our own house until we find a new one... I should be super happy that we at least sold it, and I am, I'm totally happy but so very ready to move on.
In other news, I left a real job and a real apartment and mostly real friends, and basically a LIFE to move down here, and open my own store *CRASHBANGBOOM* didn't happen... SO now I am living with my parents, and I finally have a job in a school system as a teachers assistant and I am very excited about this new adventure. I am slightly certain that there will be no one with in my age bracket working at this particular building, but that's ok, I don't care. It's a new start, and new people, new contacts. Every so often I have that OH EM GEE I am totaly in the same exact spot I was this time last year except I was already working in that school system for almost a year... so actually I am further behind... BUT, that's ok. Everything happens for a reason...
Also, I will be starting my masters, and I WILL FINISH! I started last year in a bigger school, in a bigger town, and it was for a different degree, and just felt all wrong. I will be getting my elementary education degree and be licensed to have my own class room and teach kids real things... that will be a whole different ball game... But on a brighter note, this is a smaller program, and way less cliquey (I hope) and I will meet new people and finally get out of whatever worm hole I've fallen into where everyone I know is at least 40 years old...
Totally apologize for this being a gigantic complain snooze fest but I am just so antsy for things to start and be new and exciting that I cant sit still, all I want to do is get ready for my first day at school, which is tonight... so since that's still four hours away... I wrote this instead...
So here's whats been happening in the land of misfit toys...
The house... this damn house... Oh lets live on the beach completely secluded from everyone... yeah not such a super idea when you're here full time... in the summer people are EVERYWHERE on bikes, walking, beaching it up in their not beach ready bodies, and traipsing all over our private break-your-legs-on-the-rock-jetty-and-sue-us beach/front yard/property. Its kind of like someone walking up to your grassy front lawn, plopping down in a beach chair and building a grass castle in the middle of suburbia. In the winter its so freaking windy the water in the toilet bowl has waves... not even exaggerating on that one... I even took a video of it but got too lazy to post it... Basically I could go on forever about how much we don't really enjoy living here... and I shouldn't even be complaining because its a BEACH HOUSE, and a place to live and a roof over my head for free... but that's the American way so I am totally going to complain...
So we put the house on the market three years ago aproximately 30 seconds before it became REALLY hard to sell any house anywhere let alone a really expensive beach house with particularly interesting decor, including but not limited to a gigantic mosaic tile peacock on the first landing of the stairs. So yes, finally, we have finally sold it and the closing was about two weeks ago... so that means we are now renting our own house until we find a new one... I should be super happy that we at least sold it, and I am, I'm totally happy but so very ready to move on.
In other news, I left a real job and a real apartment and mostly real friends, and basically a LIFE to move down here, and open my own store *CRASHBANGBOOM* didn't happen... SO now I am living with my parents, and I finally have a job in a school system as a teachers assistant and I am very excited about this new adventure. I am slightly certain that there will be no one with in my age bracket working at this particular building, but that's ok, I don't care. It's a new start, and new people, new contacts. Every so often I have that OH EM GEE I am totaly in the same exact spot I was this time last year except I was already working in that school system for almost a year... so actually I am further behind... BUT, that's ok. Everything happens for a reason...
Also, I will be starting my masters, and I WILL FINISH! I started last year in a bigger school, in a bigger town, and it was for a different degree, and just felt all wrong. I will be getting my elementary education degree and be licensed to have my own class room and teach kids real things... that will be a whole different ball game... But on a brighter note, this is a smaller program, and way less cliquey (I hope) and I will meet new people and finally get out of whatever worm hole I've fallen into where everyone I know is at least 40 years old...
Totally apologize for this being a gigantic complain snooze fest but I am just so antsy for things to start and be new and exciting that I cant sit still, all I want to do is get ready for my first day at school, which is tonight... so since that's still four hours away... I wrote this instead...
Monday, June 13, 2011
Dunkin Donuts cups of insanity
I am not entirely sure when this whole thing started, but for some reason, my mother has a compulsive need to save dunkin' donuts cups. Plastic or Styrofoam it doesn't matter, every now and then a new one gets stashed away in the cabinets. She also saves the lids..... and the straws....
This drives me insane.
She even has a stash of Styrofoam cups at the store. One day I found part of the stash behind the counter, so I consolidated it to the back room, in two giant towers of cups. Two minutes after she walked into the store "Where are my cups!". Damn spidey sens..
Sometimes I try to throw one away when shes not looking to eat away at the stash and another one magically appears. Literally, I don't know where they came from. We only get Dunks now if were going out of town or something, so seriously... they must be breeding to keep their rebel numbers strong in the fight against me.
I've decided that shes crazy and I should let it go and just secretly hate it... like about 45 other things that she does that I don't think I will EVER understand...
And then I started making smoothies in the morning to bring to work so I don't get too hungry. (AWESOME idea, Greek yogurt and fruit and chocolate soy milk...mmmm...) For Christmas I got one of those Starbucks look- a - like plastic reusable stay cold but not sweat everywhere crazy cups in my stocking, so that's what I use for my smoothies. Unfortunately since I am naturally a blonde, if I have to remember more then three things at any given moment, anything extra will most definitely be forgotten about. I need to be one of those kids that has their address, schedule, and emergency contact info stapled to their bag, and their mittens attached via string through their jacket, and probably one of those hats with tie on ear flaps just for good measure....Anyways I left it at work and didn't realize it till I was making the next days smoothie. I had to use one of moms damn dunkin' donuts cups....
I think this made me more angry then the fact that she stashes them away...
This drives me insane.
She even has a stash of Styrofoam cups at the store. One day I found part of the stash behind the counter, so I consolidated it to the back room, in two giant towers of cups. Two minutes after she walked into the store "Where are my cups!". Damn spidey sens..
Sometimes I try to throw one away when shes not looking to eat away at the stash and another one magically appears. Literally, I don't know where they came from. We only get Dunks now if were going out of town or something, so seriously... they must be breeding to keep their rebel numbers strong in the fight against me.
I've decided that shes crazy and I should let it go and just secretly hate it... like about 45 other things that she does that I don't think I will EVER understand...
And then I started making smoothies in the morning to bring to work so I don't get too hungry. (AWESOME idea, Greek yogurt and fruit and chocolate soy milk...mmmm...) For Christmas I got one of those Starbucks look- a - like plastic reusable stay cold but not sweat everywhere crazy cups in my stocking, so that's what I use for my smoothies. Unfortunately since I am naturally a blonde, if I have to remember more then three things at any given moment, anything extra will most definitely be forgotten about. I need to be one of those kids that has their address, schedule, and emergency contact info stapled to their bag, and their mittens attached via string through their jacket, and probably one of those hats with tie on ear flaps just for good measure....Anyways I left it at work and didn't realize it till I was making the next days smoothie. I had to use one of moms damn dunkin' donuts cups....
I think this made me more angry then the fact that she stashes them away...
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Spend all your money! new glass!! yay!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
the stained glass process
So I know you are all wondering how an amazing artist like myself goes about the "artistic process". Well... it goes a little something like this
1) Come up with a really epic amazing fantastic so freaking exciting idea for a window.
2) Do NOT write it down because you are SO freaking excited about it and its so awesome, that how could you possibly forget what it was
3) Immediately forget what the idea was.
4) Also immediately forget the fact that you had a really epic amazing fantastic freaking exciting window idea in the first place
5) Allow anywhere between 3 days and two weeks pass
6) Suddenly remember the idea at two in the morning and think you will remember what it was because, hello, it just woke you up from a peaceful slumber
7) Allow two more days to go by
8) FINALLY write down fantastic amazing idea
9) Give it another week or so for good measure, just to let the idea sink in
10) In a fit of creative energy begin drawing up said idea, but only after 8 or 9 at night
11) Edit drawing for insomniac induced insanity, and/or peices that are just not humanly possible with out a huge saw
12) Contemplate leaving in said insanity and using said saw
13) Remember saw is broken and curse the heavens, and remove crazy insanity
14) Allow another week go by because you don't want to talk to the squeeky oily teenager that works at the FedEx office copy center place
15) Finally make three copies of the design, roll them up and promptly leave them in the backseat of your car for three days
16) Pick out the glass you want to use, this could take anywhere from 20 minutes to a week because damnit that just isn't the right sage green and it has those weird circle-y things in the texture of the glass, and OMG it would look so cool for lily pads but this window doesn't have lily pads so I STILL NEED A NEW GREEN
17) Try REALLY REALLY hard not to throw things because they will shatter and also you cant throw tantrums anymore
18) Get over your fit and try to find those designs that you SWORE you brought into the house but they aren't in the studio and they aren't in your room, and they aren't in your designated spot of crap of the kitchen table so WHERE THE HELL... oh wait... yes.... they are in your car....
19) Finally start cutting out all the millions of pieces from the paper copies and laying them out on the glass, and start wondering why you like to do this so much, and why the hell you ALWAYS make sure there are at least ten really tiny peices and at least 7 really really hard to cut ones, and start hating yourself for making the design so hard
20) After you've cut at least 100 pieces, you also have to cut up little pieces of double sided tape, and peel the little backing off of it. You should probably start researching specialists in your area to treat the inevitable carpel tunnel you will have. That should actually probably be step one
21) Go back to all the pieces that have been so methodically taped on the glass (And make sure they are all going in the right "direction" because mom will DEFINITELY point that one out) and trace all of the pieces with a sharpie
22) Cut out and grind all of the pieces... this can take anywhere from a week to 3 months depending on how many pieces and how freaking excited you are about the window
23) Stab yourself at least 9 times, and slice yourself at least twice bad enough to probably need stitches
24) Go rock climbing because that's a really good idea to do immediately after slicing your hands open; the chalk stops the blood flow and I heard that's really healthy.
25) foil every single piece, sometimes multiple times. Make sure to do this late at night, and try to do the entire window all in one night, just to make sure you feel extra awesome the next day. You should probably also look into a masseuse
26) Get SUPER excited because its almost done and its going to look AWESOME
27) Solder
28) Immediately want to smash it on the ground because you are overly critical and not living up to your own expectations
29) Slip into a creative black hole for a few weeks
30) Repeat
1) Come up with a really epic amazing fantastic so freaking exciting idea for a window.
2) Do NOT write it down because you are SO freaking excited about it and its so awesome, that how could you possibly forget what it was
3) Immediately forget what the idea was.
4) Also immediately forget the fact that you had a really epic amazing fantastic freaking exciting window idea in the first place
5) Allow anywhere between 3 days and two weeks pass
6) Suddenly remember the idea at two in the morning and think you will remember what it was because, hello, it just woke you up from a peaceful slumber
7) Allow two more days to go by
8) FINALLY write down fantastic amazing idea
9) Give it another week or so for good measure, just to let the idea sink in
10) In a fit of creative energy begin drawing up said idea, but only after 8 or 9 at night
11) Edit drawing for insomniac induced insanity, and/or peices that are just not humanly possible with out a huge saw
12) Contemplate leaving in said insanity and using said saw
13) Remember saw is broken and curse the heavens, and remove crazy insanity
14) Allow another week go by because you don't want to talk to the squeeky oily teenager that works at the FedEx office copy center place
15) Finally make three copies of the design, roll them up and promptly leave them in the backseat of your car for three days
16) Pick out the glass you want to use, this could take anywhere from 20 minutes to a week because damnit that just isn't the right sage green and it has those weird circle-y things in the texture of the glass, and OMG it would look so cool for lily pads but this window doesn't have lily pads so I STILL NEED A NEW GREEN
17) Try REALLY REALLY hard not to throw things because they will shatter and also you cant throw tantrums anymore
18) Get over your fit and try to find those designs that you SWORE you brought into the house but they aren't in the studio and they aren't in your room, and they aren't in your designated spot of crap of the kitchen table so WHERE THE HELL... oh wait... yes.... they are in your car....
19) Finally start cutting out all the millions of pieces from the paper copies and laying them out on the glass, and start wondering why you like to do this so much, and why the hell you ALWAYS make sure there are at least ten really tiny peices and at least 7 really really hard to cut ones, and start hating yourself for making the design so hard
20) After you've cut at least 100 pieces, you also have to cut up little pieces of double sided tape, and peel the little backing off of it. You should probably start researching specialists in your area to treat the inevitable carpel tunnel you will have. That should actually probably be step one
21) Go back to all the pieces that have been so methodically taped on the glass (And make sure they are all going in the right "direction" because mom will DEFINITELY point that one out) and trace all of the pieces with a sharpie
22) Cut out and grind all of the pieces... this can take anywhere from a week to 3 months depending on how many pieces and how freaking excited you are about the window
23) Stab yourself at least 9 times, and slice yourself at least twice bad enough to probably need stitches
24) Go rock climbing because that's a really good idea to do immediately after slicing your hands open; the chalk stops the blood flow and I heard that's really healthy.
25) foil every single piece, sometimes multiple times. Make sure to do this late at night, and try to do the entire window all in one night, just to make sure you feel extra awesome the next day. You should probably also look into a masseuse
26) Get SUPER excited because its almost done and its going to look AWESOME
27) Solder
28) Immediately want to smash it on the ground because you are overly critical and not living up to your own expectations
29) Slip into a creative black hole for a few weeks
30) Repeat
Friday, June 3, 2011
Hes just not that into you
I have recently decided that chasing after this recent dream of mine is not much unlike dating a guy that just doesn't seem that into you. Not that I am currently there now, but I have been there in the past. You both play this game like things are going to change down the road, like maybe if you say things differently, or ignore his calls a few times he will think twice and for some reason it'll work out. And sometimes it does for a while and they will call back and hang out for a few weeks; inconsistent reinforcement is a bitch cause you never know when or where or how its coming. But when you get it is so reassuring, and you keep trying for the one random moment to hit you like a freight train. It feels so freakin' good too, like you won some sort of competition. And sometimes it works out in the end, other life factors work themselves out, stress factors relieve themselves so people can truly focus on what or who is going to make them happy. Which of course in turn makes you happy because you can finally be together with nothing holding you back. And other times it tears you in two for a little while, till all you can do is cry a little less every day until you can move on. The shitty thing is that this isn't just another guy I'm dating and I can't just walk away... so for right now I am stuck in the shitty cry a little every day phase. Silver lining though; I am figuring out a lot of other things that make me happy, which I have neglected to do in the past.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Boston Childrens Hospital part 2
OK time for some serious stuff...
This one time, when I was like... in the womb... doctors were all "Hey... that's definitely not good, time to come out" and I'm all "THANK GOD finally, shits goin' down.... and I don't feel so great, let me out!"
So then they were all like... "Ummm WTF?" and since I was so far into the "WTF" category, I was whisked away to a magical place called Boston Children's Hospital.
As described here, this hospital is probably the definition of awesome.
Every time I return, it makes me reflect on about a bajillion things all at once, and its all so freaking overwhelming that I distract myself with the brightly colored things and the keyboard stairs.
For one, what the hell would have happened to me if I had no been born near this amazing hospital. And for another thing, as I am reading in The Work of Human Hands, my Dr. wasn't always so keen on being a Dr. so umm thanks guy for not deciding you hate medicine. Seriously though, miracle worker. When I was little he was already pretty up there in the age department. Hes still kickin' and sharp as a tack too, but the world is going to be less one really great man when he passes away. Reminder to self; make a visit... and soon...
Another thing that I cant help thinking of, is how that place is ALWAYS busy, all times of day and night, people are everywhere. There is never a single waiting room, doctors office, cafeteria, or cafe that is empty. Which leads into the "Holy crap, this many people have really sick children" and then the "Thank god they are here getting amazing medical care". It kind of makes me wish I had taken a more noble/heroic/whatever type of career path, social work, or nursing, or medicine. But.. I didn't. I'm kind of a slacker and currently a drain on the economy (soon to change right?). So that just leaves me to say that there aren't words that can explain my gratitude to these nurses, and doctors, and everyone else that works in a place like this. Cause while I don't have the strength to do it, these people do it every day. They save lives, and they make miracles happen, and some day when I have children of my own, I know they would be there with open arms should I need them. So.. Thanks..
This one time, when I was like... in the womb... doctors were all "Hey... that's definitely not good, time to come out" and I'm all "THANK GOD finally, shits goin' down.... and I don't feel so great, let me out!"
So then they were all like... "Ummm WTF?" and since I was so far into the "WTF" category, I was whisked away to a magical place called Boston Children's Hospital.
As described here, this hospital is probably the definition of awesome.
Every time I return, it makes me reflect on about a bajillion things all at once, and its all so freaking overwhelming that I distract myself with the brightly colored things and the keyboard stairs.
For one, what the hell would have happened to me if I had no been born near this amazing hospital. And for another thing, as I am reading in The Work of Human Hands, my Dr. wasn't always so keen on being a Dr. so umm thanks guy for not deciding you hate medicine. Seriously though, miracle worker. When I was little he was already pretty up there in the age department. Hes still kickin' and sharp as a tack too, but the world is going to be less one really great man when he passes away. Reminder to self; make a visit... and soon...
Another thing that I cant help thinking of, is how that place is ALWAYS busy, all times of day and night, people are everywhere. There is never a single waiting room, doctors office, cafeteria, or cafe that is empty. Which leads into the "Holy crap, this many people have really sick children" and then the "Thank god they are here getting amazing medical care". It kind of makes me wish I had taken a more noble/heroic/whatever type of career path, social work, or nursing, or medicine. But.. I didn't. I'm kind of a slacker and currently a drain on the economy (soon to change right?). So that just leaves me to say that there aren't words that can explain my gratitude to these nurses, and doctors, and everyone else that works in a place like this. Cause while I don't have the strength to do it, these people do it every day. They save lives, and they make miracles happen, and some day when I have children of my own, I know they would be there with open arms should I need them. So.. Thanks..
Monday, May 30, 2011
Boston Childrens Hospital; part one
So maybe like 5 years ago I saw this Dr. and had all these tests done, and hes all "You should probably come back every six months for a little while so we know your still alive". So, naturally, being the really good patient that I am, I think Ive been back like... three times... Obviously I know I am not dying, most of the time. I get the random bout of hypochondria and think I have cancer or something, but... its usually nothing to do with my kidneys/bladder so I say "Eh, don't care!"
So today, we went to Boston Children's Hospital to have more testing done so he could yet again say "Yup everything's fine, see you in six months!" (Except this time he said a year and a half, SCORE)
I learned several things during the visit. Even though I am now 25, I still fit in splendidly at a children's hospital for the following reasons:
A) Bright colors are EVERYWHERE in this hospital and it is totally awesome, really bright things hang from the ceiling in the main lobby, and there are brightly colored salt water fish tanks in just about every waiting room. Also, the different buildings and areas are completely color coded AND they have different pictures. This is freaking awesome. When I get lost (because I didn't bring the papers that read "Please bring these with you" all across the top) I don't immediately panic. In adult hospitals every freaking inch looks ridiculously the same as the inch before it, and the inch after it. If you go down the wrong hall way you don't know how far to go because the next hall way isn't yellow or red or purple or whatever color its supposed to be, its just white.
2) I look like I am 12. When I walk into the hospital and I am with my dad, no one really looks at me funny for being a patient at a children's hospital until they ask me my birthday... which they do about a million times.... but until then I fit in PERFECTLY.
Q) They are always playing some sort of classic Disney movie; Today's was the Jungle Book, and there was actually a point in the conversation when I didn't hear what my dad said because I was too engrossed in Mogli being hypnotized by the creepy snake with the weird trippy eyes that will probably give me nightmares... so here's a reminder...
D) I still really enjoy things like fruit by the foot, so I think until I grow out of things like that I am welcome at the Children's Hospital.. In fact... to reward myself for having awesome kidneys I came home and immediately ate an entire bag of gummy bears until I got kind of sick because no one was around to stop me. If that's not Children's Hosptial material I don't know what is.
11) When I was little I practically lived at this hospital... and yet in all those years I only remember one physical aspect of the building. There was this wall of clear frosted crazy looking blocks/tiles. Like an entire wall floor to ceiling of them, very 80's looking. I think they lit up too, at least that's what I remembered, all kinds of crazy trippy neon colors. Literally the only thing I remember is this cool wall. Today... I found that wall... although it has been moved, and it no longer lights up (probably because its right next to a really beautiful courtyard that had always been there as well but I apparently didn't really care about) I still love that wall, and I had to touch it.
Awesome) Keyboard stairs... enough said
All in all it was a really good day at the Hospital. However, next time I would rather have the room with the Antarctica tribute all over the walls and ceiling. While the Rocky Mountains one was pretty cool, the moose was a little scary, and I am pretty sure chipmunks shouldn't be glittery... Either way penguins are way cooler.
So today, we went to Boston Children's Hospital to have more testing done so he could yet again say "Yup everything's fine, see you in six months!" (Except this time he said a year and a half, SCORE)
I learned several things during the visit. Even though I am now 25, I still fit in splendidly at a children's hospital for the following reasons:
A) Bright colors are EVERYWHERE in this hospital and it is totally awesome, really bright things hang from the ceiling in the main lobby, and there are brightly colored salt water fish tanks in just about every waiting room. Also, the different buildings and areas are completely color coded AND they have different pictures. This is freaking awesome. When I get lost (because I didn't bring the papers that read "Please bring these with you" all across the top) I don't immediately panic. In adult hospitals every freaking inch looks ridiculously the same as the inch before it, and the inch after it. If you go down the wrong hall way you don't know how far to go because the next hall way isn't yellow or red or purple or whatever color its supposed to be, its just white.
2) I look like I am 12. When I walk into the hospital and I am with my dad, no one really looks at me funny for being a patient at a children's hospital until they ask me my birthday... which they do about a million times.... but until then I fit in PERFECTLY.
Q) They are always playing some sort of classic Disney movie; Today's was the Jungle Book, and there was actually a point in the conversation when I didn't hear what my dad said because I was too engrossed in Mogli being hypnotized by the creepy snake with the weird trippy eyes that will probably give me nightmares... so here's a reminder...
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| Seriously who's idea was this?! |
11) When I was little I practically lived at this hospital... and yet in all those years I only remember one physical aspect of the building. There was this wall of clear frosted crazy looking blocks/tiles. Like an entire wall floor to ceiling of them, very 80's looking. I think they lit up too, at least that's what I remembered, all kinds of crazy trippy neon colors. Literally the only thing I remember is this cool wall. Today... I found that wall... although it has been moved, and it no longer lights up (probably because its right next to a really beautiful courtyard that had always been there as well but I apparently didn't really care about) I still love that wall, and I had to touch it.
Awesome) Keyboard stairs... enough said
All in all it was a really good day at the Hospital. However, next time I would rather have the room with the Antarctica tribute all over the walls and ceiling. While the Rocky Mountains one was pretty cool, the moose was a little scary, and I am pretty sure chipmunks shouldn't be glittery... Either way penguins are way cooler.
Friday, May 27, 2011
I have no shame
Yesterday when I was at the Dr.s office I suddenly realized that I probably talk about bodily functions and medical problems a little too freely
Yes, I did make my dad take his 25 yr old daughter to her Dr's appointment. Mainly because I am so completely terrified of driving in Boston traffic that I would probably be found in Public Alley # 5395 in the fetal position sucking my thumb; thus missing my appointments and the whole thing would have to happen all over again in about three months. NO THANKS! Also, as I have already mentioned, I have a really hard time paying attention, particularly when something is really important. Like when he is saying "Ok, everything looks good the left one is here and is at about 47% and the right one is here and thats at about 53%..." but I'm in the corner trying to figure out if 47 and 53 equal 100 (which they do, Ta-Da!)
So, I made the adult decision of making him come so we wouldn't have to miss any bits of important information.
after two non invasive tests (AWESOME) that took a combined total of 20 minutes (even more AWESOME), we had a lengthy doctors appointment with the head of urology, his nurse, and surprise to me, a very up beat and pushy social worker (Not really so awesome...).
The appointment consisted of me talking, in great detail, about things that girls just don't do because were made of sugar and spice and everything nice... right? WRONG!! We do all those things so get over it! :-D
After about 20 minutes discussing various bodily functions with out hesitation with people I have only met about three times in my life, and my DAD I realized... holy crap... it is way to easy for me to talk about these things... Its a good thing that I have a filter or I probably would have been discussing them at dinner later. Also, the social worker popped in later, and invited me to a group where I could go and meet other girls with the same problems and talk about relationships, and sex and stuff... Aren't you glad you came dad?!
I also realized that my dad got to sit through those discussions just so that we could hear "Yup! your doing fine! No reason what so ever for your pain, see you in a year!" Which, holy crap that's awesome. He went from trying to get me to go every six months to a year, awesome... but... no reason for the pain... hm.. ok deal with that later...
I guess all in all, what I am trying to say, is that pretty much my entire family/loved ones know way too much about my bodily functions etc, so thanks guys for putting up with it! It can go back to rainbows and unicorns for a few months; and I will do my best to keep my filter in place for that kind of stuff.
Yes, I did make my dad take his 25 yr old daughter to her Dr's appointment. Mainly because I am so completely terrified of driving in Boston traffic that I would probably be found in Public Alley # 5395 in the fetal position sucking my thumb; thus missing my appointments and the whole thing would have to happen all over again in about three months. NO THANKS! Also, as I have already mentioned, I have a really hard time paying attention, particularly when something is really important. Like when he is saying "Ok, everything looks good the left one is here and is at about 47% and the right one is here and thats at about 53%..." but I'm in the corner trying to figure out if 47 and 53 equal 100 (which they do, Ta-Da!)
So, I made the adult decision of making him come so we wouldn't have to miss any bits of important information.
after two non invasive tests (AWESOME) that took a combined total of 20 minutes (even more AWESOME), we had a lengthy doctors appointment with the head of urology, his nurse, and surprise to me, a very up beat and pushy social worker (Not really so awesome...).
The appointment consisted of me talking, in great detail, about things that girls just don't do because were made of sugar and spice and everything nice... right? WRONG!! We do all those things so get over it! :-D
After about 20 minutes discussing various bodily functions with out hesitation with people I have only met about three times in my life, and my DAD I realized... holy crap... it is way to easy for me to talk about these things... Its a good thing that I have a filter or I probably would have been discussing them at dinner later. Also, the social worker popped in later, and invited me to a group where I could go and meet other girls with the same problems and talk about relationships, and sex and stuff... Aren't you glad you came dad?!
I also realized that my dad got to sit through those discussions just so that we could hear "Yup! your doing fine! No reason what so ever for your pain, see you in a year!" Which, holy crap that's awesome. He went from trying to get me to go every six months to a year, awesome... but... no reason for the pain... hm.. ok deal with that later...
I guess all in all, what I am trying to say, is that pretty much my entire family/loved ones know way too much about my bodily functions etc, so thanks guys for putting up with it! It can go back to rainbows and unicorns for a few months; and I will do my best to keep my filter in place for that kind of stuff.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Adult Decisions... and Chocolate cake
Ok so I'm old, and 25 now. Basically my life is over. Its pretty much all down hill from here. Today I walked by Coldwater Creek and said "Hmm that looks cute" to several things... and then like ten gray hairs sprouted from my head simultaneously...
Along with that, comes making some really important adult-like decisions.
I still have birthday cake left over, and also just so happens that its certain lady times. My chocolate craving sky rockets every third Tuesday... Too much? hm, well too bad...
So, I had to make the decision of what to feed my self for dinner, and for the past two nights I had either had cake or chocolate covered fruits...
I said "Self, you are too damn old to be eating candy for dinner three nights in a row, you have to keep it to two nights, cause that is just down right ridiculous!"
I then set about fixing myself a delicious gourmet meal that took a very long time to prepare... of high fiber cereal and skim milk... and then CAKE!...
Along with that, comes making some really important adult-like decisions.
I still have birthday cake left over, and also just so happens that its certain lady times. My chocolate craving sky rockets every third Tuesday... Too much? hm, well too bad...
So, I had to make the decision of what to feed my self for dinner, and for the past two nights I had either had cake or chocolate covered fruits...
I said "Self, you are too damn old to be eating candy for dinner three nights in a row, you have to keep it to two nights, cause that is just down right ridiculous!"
I then set about fixing myself a delicious gourmet meal that took a very long time to prepare... of high fiber cereal and skim milk... and then CAKE!...
Friday, May 20, 2011
Jesus is stealing my thunder
As you all know, my b-day is Saturday. Its the big 25. In honor of the big day, my hair dresser pulled out my very first gray hair on Wednesday, and I fear I have the beginnings of some knee problems. All in all, its a very important day and I know you were all excited about it...
And then I heard about The Rapture. Since I was living in a cave, I had only recently heard about it. And now everyone is completely distracted from the big event because Jesus is totally stealing my thunder...
Seriously Jesus, you couldn't have picked ANY other day? What about Sunday? Isn't that supposed to be a really important day of the week religiously speaking? Like the whole Church thing and whatnot?
The only other thing that I can think of is that Jesus wanted to come down on the 25th anniversary of my birth and say happy birthday himself. Either that or Him and God are finally taking me. Despite their best efforts at my birth, with the whole not really actually developed... at all... thing... they are probably kind of mad I've lasted this long...
In any event, whos joining me in some Post- Rapture Birthday looting on Saturday?
And then I heard about The Rapture. Since I was living in a cave, I had only recently heard about it. And now everyone is completely distracted from the big event because Jesus is totally stealing my thunder...
Seriously Jesus, you couldn't have picked ANY other day? What about Sunday? Isn't that supposed to be a really important day of the week religiously speaking? Like the whole Church thing and whatnot?
The only other thing that I can think of is that Jesus wanted to come down on the 25th anniversary of my birth and say happy birthday himself. Either that or Him and God are finally taking me. Despite their best efforts at my birth, with the whole not really actually developed... at all... thing... they are probably kind of mad I've lasted this long...
In any event, whos joining me in some Post- Rapture Birthday looting on Saturday?
Thursday, May 19, 2011
facebook and twitter
What uuuup! just an update, there is a facebook page for my blog at "Hi I live with my parents" and you can also follow me on twitter at reillyartglass. I have been taking way too many migraine meds to try to figure out how to make those happy little buttons on the side of my page to make life easier for you guys so deal with it.
Happy Thursday!
Happy Thursday!
I am kind of a dirty hippie...
... and I didn't realize it until recently...
The conversation went a little something like this;
David; You smell nice is that a new perfume?
Me: No… I think that’s just soap… I am actually... clean…”
And then I immediately thought “wow that’s really gross” and went to do some laundry...
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
10 followers!
10 followers! Heeelllzzz yes! Thanks guys!
Onto real news; dropping off the loan app and business plan Friday to lender number three :)
Real post tomorrow, and hopefully pictures of the sugar skull next week. Turns out trying to do a 12 hr marathon to finish a piece is actually kind of really bad for your hands... I guess that means I have to be an adult and do my work in a timely manner instead of cramming into a week?
Oh who am I kidding, its probably only going to get worse and way more out of control and irresponsible..
Anywho, hope ya'll had a good Wednesday!
Onto real news; dropping off the loan app and business plan Friday to lender number three :)
Real post tomorrow, and hopefully pictures of the sugar skull next week. Turns out trying to do a 12 hr marathon to finish a piece is actually kind of really bad for your hands... I guess that means I have to be an adult and do my work in a timely manner instead of cramming into a week?
Oh who am I kidding, its probably only going to get worse and way more out of control and irresponsible..
Anywho, hope ya'll had a good Wednesday!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Holy Crap!
Ok so my blog just hit 1,000 page hits and that makes me really happy. Also, its my b-day this weekend (which you all better remember) and I am going to see Brothers Mccann on Friday, and see some really awesome people that I really miss a lot and I am really excited...
Also this was kind of just an excuse to post something today...
Good night!
Also this was kind of just an excuse to post something today...
Good night!
Monday, May 16, 2011
“Is this Hogwarts? And what happened to my bones?”
Ok so everyone already knows that I am a huge geek. I read Harry potter, and watched all the movies in such quick succession that I had dreams about them… a lot… and not the “Oh Harry” kind (which would make me really seriously concerned) but the “Holy crap I am flying on a broom and killing people” kind… almost every night at one point, and that embarrassing information is not even the point of this post.
Not everyone knows that I sleep like a two year old. I HAVE to fall asleep on my stomach or my entire night is all messed up. Also, because I had an unhealthy amount of pacifiers when I was a toddler, I sleep with my hand in front of my mouth. I am pretty sure that’s because it’s the most socially acceptable replacement for a pacifier. No one wants to be the kid that still sucks their thumb at the sleep-overs. Sister does it too so that means I’m not weird… Because of this I end up with my arms under my body for most of the night which I am pretty sure if going to leave me horribly disfigured when I am old.
These two factors combined with my limbs falling asleep at alarming rates these days lead to a somewhat frightening internal monologue one night…
I woke up to find that my arm was so ridiculously sleep that I was literally shaking it like it wasn’t my arm. Like what is this dead random other persons arm doing in my bed. My next immediate thought in my half awake stupor was…
“Holy crap! Am I in Hogwarts?... Someone stole my bones!... WTF is going on! This is some fucked up shit man… oh no… wait… ok… never mind… I’m in my room in my own bed…”
True story
I really did envision Hogwarts, like the scene in chamber of secrets when he falls off his broom and that idiot professor tries to help him but instead takes the bones out of his arm… that’s what I thought my arm looked like…
My next immediate thought was “Holy God, it’s a good thing no one was around to see this, I cant tell anyone…”
So of course I figured this would make a really good blog post…
Happy Monday!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
If I was pmsing right now..
Me: *burp* Mom, don't you miss me when I am gone? Isn't it just too quiet around here?*hiccup*
Mom: Well, I know that if your not here, your happy, so I am ok with it
Me: Aw crap, if I was hardcore pmsing right now I would probably have cried
Sometimes she busts out with these crazy emotional things that I am totally not expecting, least of all when I am giving her a really hard time about how annoying it is to live with me..
Gotta love moms!
Mom: Well, I know that if your not here, your happy, so I am ok with it
Me: Aw crap, if I was hardcore pmsing right now I would probably have cried
Sometimes she busts out with these crazy emotional things that I am totally not expecting, least of all when I am giving her a really hard time about how annoying it is to live with me..
Gotta love moms!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Dear today;
Dear Today;
You were a huge bitch. You kicked me in the crotch, and then kicked me again when I was down. Thanks for that. If it weren't for your shitty moves, I probably would not have gotten pissed off enough to finish this...
I also would not have found more ways to over come your ridiculous negative ways. So, try again crappy day, if you must, but you will never win
You were a huge bitch. You kicked me in the crotch, and then kicked me again when I was down. Thanks for that. If it weren't for your shitty moves, I probably would not have gotten pissed off enough to finish this...
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Happy Cinco De Mayo
I am having a tough time coming up with posts because I haven't been angry and gloomy and sarcastic lately. That's ok with me, but here is a picture until I come up with something funny to post...
Friday, April 29, 2011
"well you could have just let me go!!!"
As we all know, today is a beautiful day...
How can anyone possibly be negative on such an amazing day?!
Well some people are really good at it...
There is one driving move that I will never understand that occurs quite frequently here on the cape; the "Im going to stick myself out like a jackass until someone lets me go, and then yell and swear at everyone that doesn't stop the normal flow of traffic to allow me in"
Don't get me wrong, I am a huge jackass like that when I drive, but come on people COMMIT!! If you are going to be a jerk just do it, don't half ass it and pull out half way making people drive around you instead of causing a huge accident to slam on their brakes to let you go
Furthermore, don't say things like this out your window:
"Well you could have let me go!!"
No, sorry I couldn't; I am obligated not to let pansies like you out into traffic to cause massive death and destruction with your wimpy indecisive ways... Have a BEAUTIFUL weekend!!!
How can anyone possibly be negative on such an amazing day?!
Well some people are really good at it...
There is one driving move that I will never understand that occurs quite frequently here on the cape; the "Im going to stick myself out like a jackass until someone lets me go, and then yell and swear at everyone that doesn't stop the normal flow of traffic to allow me in"
Don't get me wrong, I am a huge jackass like that when I drive, but come on people COMMIT!! If you are going to be a jerk just do it, don't half ass it and pull out half way making people drive around you instead of causing a huge accident to slam on their brakes to let you go
Furthermore, don't say things like this out your window:
"Well you could have let me go!!"
No, sorry I couldn't; I am obligated not to let pansies like you out into traffic to cause massive death and destruction with your wimpy indecisive ways... Have a BEAUTIFUL weekend!!!
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