Some things are best left static. I tried to change the theme of this blog yesterday, to put a physical mark on the changes taking place in content. However, I’ve circled back round to this theme. The header is just so bloody beautiful. Misty and cool with a hint of mystery. And so it shall remain.
See? Not every post on this blog will be deep and introspective. 🙂
…want to sign my cast. Explain that one to outside people. 🙂
I had a bit of a disagreement with a cult member on Friday, and that left me with a fractured hand. It’s only a minor fracture, and the cast should be removed on 6 April. Still, I think it’s hysterical that a group of alters want to sign my cast. Welcome to the more zany and humourous side of DID.
Working afternoons, taking an early class, and helping out at a doctor’s office makes for a busy schedule. My shift ends at 11:00 PM most nights, and twice a week I have class at 8:00 AM. With a 40 or so minute commute, the day seems to start incredibly earlier. Mondays and Fridays, I work 12:30-4:30 at the doctor’s office. All of that to say I am, at times, a day sleeper. I do not do well with sleeping in the day.
This isn’t a total rant. Rather, it’s an hysterical account of today. Because I completely forgot about an outline due today in my class, I had to start working on it after my shift. I finished it about 2:00 AM, five hours before I had to leave for class. Then there was that bit about turning off my mind. That took until 4:00 AM or so, when I finally fell asleep.
Having been back from class for a few hours now, I actually tried to sleep. That lasted all of 15 minutes or so and then the world took over. Other people do things during the day. Odd concept. 🙂 A dear friend phoned and asked me to run an errand for her. I got an urgent email from another friend. (Checked email to look for changes to my work schedule.) Then I remembered an errand *I* needed to run. And so on…
Who needs sleep? I got more rest working night shifts. 🙂
Bless the spammers who try. I don’t get a great deal of spam comments on this blog (Thanks WordPress). When I do get spam, though, it’s usually a chain of bizarre letters or numbers sent by someone with an email address that would make most email clients explode in confusion.
Some, however, are more ambitious. Lately, the spam message I’ve been getting is something along the lines of ‘good post, I’m going to blog about this too!’ I got an even more ambitious one today– ‘I don’t have a bunch to say about this, but…’ I can’t remember the rest of it. That’s hilarious, though. A spammer left a lukewarm comment on my blog.
So to all of you spammers who merely send chains of letters and number, you’ve got competition. At least leave me a lukewarm comment. I love knowing how spammers feel about my writing. 🙂
I ‘went away’ for a bit to chat with Kathy, an internal helper, and apparently the kids went a bit mad. Mairead, in all her greatness, was watching them, but they managed to get away with my mobile phone and text my best friend. They were *very* proud of having outsmarted the ‘big peoples’ and were quick to let my best friend know. 🙂 Bless him, he does know how to work with the little ones. When I came back from our internal tea time, Mairead growled out ‘Would you just *look* at your phone’ and I got the spectator’s version of a hilarious little conversation.
Now here sits the lot of us– Kathy and me trying not to laugh hysterically lest we insult someone, two very happy children who were only mildly scolded, and a disgruntled Scottish teen who is sulking because *kids* got the better of her. 🙂
Yes, folks, it’s just another Tuesday afternoon.
In London, I was training to be a physician assistant. I was roughly 3/4 through the programme when we moved to America. Putting on my best optimism hat, I took that as a chance to go further and enter in to medical school. At University here, then, I started in premed. Then changed to English. Then to premed. Then to English, et. c.
At the time, I didn’t know about my others. I thought I was only plainly insane. What a relief. 😉
Even though I’ve finished an advanced liberal arts degree, some of the insiders *still* hate literature. Some wish we’d finished a med school programme or a nursing programme. Just *something* medical. On any given day, you can find me buried in a pile of chemistry and/or calculus textbooks working problems or memorising formulas. By the afternoon, however, I might be working on a conference paper about Shakespeare’s histories or researching some obscure literary critical theory.
One of these days, I’ll be the best-read doctor in America. 🙂
I have no idea why I’m thinking about this, but sometimes we really should go with the obvious answer. At the height of the Harry Potter craze, the Jelly Belly company released a product line called ‘Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.’ If you’re familiar with the Harry Potter books and films, you know that these candies include some, we’ll call them interesting, flavours. On a dare from my dear best friend, I tried the vomit flavoured bean, and it tasted like, well, vomit.
Sometimes things *are* exactly as they seem. 🙂
I’ve hesitated to write this post for some time in fear that I might insult somebody. However, things are just getting too good to keep to myself. Some of the search terms people use to find this blog are *hilarious.* I think my all time favourite is ‘Big Frank Dickenson.’
Today’s best is ‘my thoughts are scattered.’ Yes, I can see how that would lead to the blog. It’s still a rather funny search, though. Makes me wonder what other results popped up. Then there are the ones that make me question the person’s sanity– ‘Simon and Garfunkel satanic symbols’ for example. Again, I know those are relevant terms, but the combination is hysterical. Others in the Search Term Hall of Fame are ‘wild and wacky kids,’ ‘blogs about thinking,’ and ‘dissociative music.’
I certainly hope the people who find this blog enjoy their stay. Sometimes, though, I hope they don’t find what they were orginally looking for.
So there, search engines. Have fun with *this* post. 🙂
My cat is a bit of an attention…er…hound. This is what happened when she walked just in front of the lens as I snapped a picture with my digital camera. Slightly reminiscent of the giant cat who stalked his way through the streets of London in Terry Gilliam’s animations, isn’t she? And believe me, she is devious enough to do such a thing! 🙂
The Vatican has forgiven John Lennon for his little blunder from about 40 years ago. Read the article here.
Now Lennon’s soul can finally make that last round through the karmic wheel. (Btw, that’s sarcasm.)