these last couple of rainstorms have proved that my dog's deep-seeded fear of the rain and all things wet has gone beyond adorably ridiculous into just plain absurdity




It's still cute though....

The Real World: I havn't seen you in a while, what have you been up too?

Me: Well, life's been interesting to say the least. Here's a pic to sum up recent events in my life.



The Real World: ::sigh:: oh dear

you can only blame the loud bang type noise on the house settling the first 2 times it happens...

so i was cleaning out my computer and i fought this. its mostly finished... i think. its a weird little poem that brings up some bitter(sweet) memories about peoples and a picture. sigh. sometime you just need to share with the rest of the class.

as the phone rings
i half pray that
you never pick up
for life is never
as uncomplicated
as when my eyes close again
and i continue to dream

but in the moments between
me calling and you answering
i dream in the background
of a spectrum of colors
spewing from my lips
you call it a rainbow
i reply fuck you

Loss

by,
Noelle 


There is a pause
between gone
    and realization

There is a breath
between the shock
    and a gasp

There are tears
between a sorry
    and too late

And there is forever
between me
    and you.

oh the things we learn...

posters

i'm going to hit my head again the wall for the next couple of days cause i'm a fuckin idiot.

i find this describes the evening quite well



www.xkcd.com

i got my hair cut the other day and got cool secret hidden color in it (so not to get fired/kicked out of the cafe... as much as i hate the cafe i need the hours). the only problem is i now find myself constantly trying to run my hand through my now nonexistent hair... sigh

since i can't get back to sleep after waking up to whatever it was that i heard outside, i leave you this

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i think something just killed my neighbors cat outside...

What good is a story if my brain doesn't slow down enough to get it all out. My fingers seem stupid when compared to the speed of my thoughts. The keyboard just gets in the way. A hurdle i can never quite clear in time.

The 'glamor' of the lives in my head seem to make mine dull in comparison; weighing me down. I'm waiting to be able to 'jack in' and 'download'. To be left with thoughts at are my own and no one else's.

I want to delete cliché from my vocabulary.

I figure that since I’m a calmer now I can explain what happened the other day a little better.

Basically I have a really bad sore throat. It got to the point where I actually actively sought out a doctor, and I hate going to doctors. Anyways, after a night of painful swallowing and little sleep, I went to work in the morning and tried to make an appointment with my primary physician. This was not possible, however, since he was not in for the day or taking a half day... something like that (I couldn't hear the receptionist all too well over the phone). So I try calling my mother to see if I can go to a walk-in clinic (one that's covered by our insurance). Her cell was off, so I waited till we both were home to ask. After way to much talking, we make it to the Minute Clinic., a new branch of clinics that is actually located in some CVS stores. That doctor was actually quite nice and I didn't have any troubles with her. However, she had to run the insurance card twice (but that's not really her fault) and she did give me a prescription for a gel that I had to gargle

When I went get the prescription, the first pharmacy said that I didn’t have insurance. I had the same problem at the second one as well. But the guy at the second place was able to find out why the computers said that I didn’t have insurance. It’s because the insurance company has my birth date wrong. ::sigh::

In the end, the pharmacist was able to give me my prescription. But the best part was the fact that he wrote the measurements on the bottle using tablespoons and gave me measuring 'syringes' in ml. Also, the medicine is a local anesthetic in gel form that I’m supposed to gargle then swallow, when the warnings say don’t swallow. At this point, I was very tired and very hungry (I hadn’t been able to eat without pain).

By the time I convert, mixed gel with water (against instructions), and gargled/gagged, I was pretty much anger with all parts of the medical field, but especially the HMOs after hearing how our medical insurance is set up. I knew it was a little screwy, but this is ridiculous.

I can't wait for the weekend.

p.s. - I’ve also come to the conclusion that lidocaine tastes god awful terrible. At least that’s what I could tell from the few seconds before my tongue went numb.

at the moment i really really really hate doctors, insurance companies, and HMOs (but no clinic doctors, they're nice.).  I hope that they all enjoy each others company in hell.

p.s. -  HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO GARGLE GEL!

p.p.s - sigh

this basically sums up my short vacation to otakon

amanda.... i just had an epiphany.... peter s beagle is going to be there.... molly grue, lady amalthea...  i think this trip was meant to be!   i think God wants me* to stop worrying and just ditch the Harry Potter lollapalooza**  ::squee::!


*=this statement is entirely untrue.  God has better things to do.

**=you suck

http://www.otakon.com/guests_ind.asp

PETER S. BEAGLE is going to be at OTAKON!  ::dies::


p.s. - harry potter is ruining my life... i want to burn all the copies that are at borders...