Procrastination

I really need to stop procrastinating. I still haven't finished any of those papers, much less started on them, and I have class tonight so I can't work through the whole day. I keep putting things off not wanting to deal with them then, and then it all stacks up and I still have the stuff to do, although now, less time. I really need to quit putting things off until the last second. I have too much to do and not enough time to do it in. I can't beleive I'm even blogging right now! I should be working! What's wrong with me that I need to find a distraction -any distraction- to keep me from working on my papers. If the blood-mobile pulled up in front of my house right now, I'd go give blood, I swear I would because that would mean more time for me to sit around and do nothing about my responsibilities. I hope I can break this bad habit. I can't afford to keep procrastinating.

College Kills.... Do It!

It does, really. I have six papers to do before the weekend starts. One of which is late, and none of which have been started at all. I have two take home tests, two research papers, an essay, a speech (probably two of those as well if I'm lucky enough to make up for the one I missed), and a whole load of studying because finals are coming up. Two of the finals are the Take home tests, but the other ones will be painful.

College pranks are worth going to college for. http://prankvote.com/ is a wonderful place to go for new ideas of how to prank an annoying room-mate.

Also, I have been trying to learn how to shuffle cards. It's hard. I mean, I can mix them up good enough, but I just don't have that *flare* that is needed when trying to not look completely incompetent. Big Brother's been to vegas... I should ask him for some pointers.

I learned both parts to Heart and Soul (nothing like what Geena Davis did in Stewart Little, though) just in case someone else needs to play it in an emergency music session and I'm around.

On a different note (which is trying to present itself without screaming "I'm weird"), I was talking with Mom this morning and we decided that if several people in my family died, leaving me to write the screenplay of the tragedy, then Mom would be Jamie Lee Curtis, Dad would be Bruce Willis, and my uncle would be Stephen Fry. That's as far as we've gotten so far, but I'm sure that if the whole family put our heads together, we might be able to think of a few more.

California Dreamin'

I'm tired of my family as of right now. Honestly, how can some people stand to still live with their parents and brothers and sisters when they're 30? I mean, geez! You've put up with them long enough, and every person has their limit. But honestly? Every attempt to get out of here made previously by my older siblings has failed. My oldest sister and her two kids are living with us, and I can't see how she can stand it! She's 24 and still lives at home!

Favorite Uncle lives in Southern Cal. and I think it'd be great to go out there for college. I'm looking into transferring to a college there as I blog. There are some good pre-med programs there as well. I think I'll have to finally take out a student loan, and I'll need my own computer and depending on where Favorite Uncle lives, I'll need either a bike or a car to get to school. I'd have to see if it was okay with him, and my parents would have to make arrangements and stuff, but other than that, I think it'll work out. I don't know what college I want to go to, but one of the ones that I'm looking at looks like it has a combined Bachelor Md ... so I think I am going to look into that next. If Favorite Uncle won't take me in, I'll find some other family member (there are dozens) and go to college while living with them. I dunno, I just need to get out of here.

Fried Turkey?

So, apparently, here in the south, people actually deep fry turkeys for thanksgiving. This results in a lot of accidental fires. Be careful redneck people, and don't hurt yourselves! This is a time for thanks and giving... not turkey burns. Mom's been making Swedish Rye Bread all day, and it's soooo good. I love Mom's homemade bread. Tommorrow, I'm going over to a friend's house to make pie all day. It'll be pie day.

I love trampolines. They are fun stuff. Hazardous to your health, but fun stuff none the less. My little nephews have started jumping from the porch to the trampoline. It's pretty cool because they can both do it. They need Me or Big Brother to lift them to the railing so they can jump, but other than that, they're pretty cool little kids. The smaller one is two and a half, and the older one is four.

Square roots are equations I love. I love looking at that stuff. The one where you find the a, b, and c and then plug them into that equation that looks like a fraction and the denominator is 2a? Love that stuff.

I wish I could play the piano better.

Why hasn't something bad happened yet?

Okay, as sad as it is, Dora the Explorer and Go, Diego, Go! are the only shows that will keep my nephew occupied. I try to ignore it, but it's harder when certain parts come up. Every episode, something happens where decisions have to be made fast. Some sort of emergency comes up where they ask for the veiwer's help. Now, Dora and her Cousin Diego both have magical objects that help them along the way. These magical objects (a backpack, a map, and for diego, a "rescue pack") are avid singers. They each have a song they sing, and each "theme song" takes up about 2 minutes, and helping the viewers make decisions about how to help takes about 3. That's five minutes of screen time for each magical singing object.

Now, I don't know about any of you, but I personally have a problem with life-saving help that takes 5 minutes to take effect.

Ex.- Diego, whilst falling to his doom toward some sharp pointy rocks, calls upon his viewers (in this case, my nephew and some other kid we watch on a daily basis) to call for help from his magical "Rescue Pack" This pack can change into anything while still singing, and it changes into several helpful things while it goes about it's song. Now, considering how steep the slope is, and how gravity is, poor Diego would've been dead long before it finished, but I guess gravity is a little lazy today, so Diego can last a few minutes while the Pack sings. But then, instead of immediately helping his comrade, the pack turns to the audience (again, my nephew and his little buddy) for help chosing what to turn into. It goes through several options that it knows are ridiculous ("can we use a bike to help Diego? haha, no, that's silly, how about a bucket?") and finally comes up, after 3 minutes, with a giant pillow for Diego to land on. That makes me mad. How can he be mere seconds from his doom before and after the 5 minute innanimate object solo? It's really kind of ridiculous. I mean, yeah, it's just a show, and they're just trying to help kids learn, but honestly, can't they just cut the solo act? I guess I'm just lucky that my singing, talking, dancing, magic backpack isn't such a diva.

Just in case anyone actually decides to read this...

I put a disclaimer on the page just in case anyone decides to read this blog, and especially just in case anyone tries to take it seriously. It basically says that I'm not a doctor or a med student, so don't think I am and don't read my posts as if I were. Just trying to cover my bottom when it comes to things like that.

On a different note, I wish I had pajama pants that made it look like my legs were smarties candy. They come in rolls, so it wouldn't be much of a stretch to put the image on some pant legs. Also, tootsie roll pj pants would be wonderful. Then I'd have "smartie pants" and "chocolate pants". Pun completely intended with that first one.

Also, my PDR book is coming in the mail today... although the book is so big, I don't think it'll fit in the mail box... it really is a huge book. In fact, one of the reasons I ordered it is because it's so big and it'd be like christmas with such a big package.

Anyway, the disclaimer is on the bottom and I put up labels on the side so that anyone can sort through my posts by description.

What a load of... work.

So today on our mailbox, there was a handout from some pharmaceutical research clinic that was warning us about COPD. It stands for Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease.

I would scan the whole thing and set up a link, but my scanner is on the fritz. I can, however, tell you that the little handouts had a link on the paper to www.goldcopd.com. (On the paper, it says .org, but that's wrong.)

It tells about COPD and the symptoms and how it can be treated and then they invite you on the bottom of the handout to "refreshments wednesday" where they will hand out "free educations materials" and give "free breathing tests" and you can also meet their staff!

Wow, how helpful of them to give everyone another "restless leg syndrome" to chase after. How thoughtful of them to help out all of those paranoid people looking for an excuse to go to the doctor and get yet another checkup, whilst wasting countless hours of time. Way to go pharmaceutical researchers for helping to increase the daily flood of patients to the ED and free clinics all over the country. Geez... people hear about something on tv or in a mass handout and they panic because it sounds slightly like something they felt one time when they were five. Come on, give us a break. Do everyone a favor and stop doing us favors.

Oh, and also in the handout, it states that today is "World COPD Day 2007"

Happy COPD day...

Lately...

Around thanksgiving and christmas... everything on tv and in the stores tend to be about one thing:
1. Romance- apparently, christmas is a very romantic holiday.. I had no clue. I guess it's second in line to valentines day in the "romantic holiday" list. All sorts of chick fliks are shown, and christmas cards and songs seem to revolve around wooing someone. All the tv stations rush to get out their own romantic christmas lovey-dovey story in time for the holidays.

2. Magic- Christmas just wouldn't be a holiday without Christmas magic! Why do they show Harry Potter movies around this time? No, not because Santa is in it. He's not.. I think. He's in that other one with all the kids and the magic... but anyway. Most of the movies about Christmas are about Christmas Miracles! They could be miracles that make people fall in love, or they could be miracles that help kids to strengthen their beleif in santa or frosty or rudolph.

So, this holiday season, tally up however many things you see (either on tv or in a store) that has something to do with either one of these two topics. Two points for every one you see that has both put together! I already have 3 points since I started this post! Try to catch up, I'm sure you can. This stuff is everywhere.

A little bit of medicine

Well, yesterday, big brother cut his finger open at work. He got stitches in his finger.

They prescribed some naproxen to him for the pain. I told him some of the side effects of naproxen and now he doesn't want to take it. He even refuses ibuprofen now. I don't know why.

He got 5 stitches and thinks he needed a few more closer together.
... it looks like it's going to be a big scar.