Sarah’s not here right now. Right now only her awesomely cute, comfy (and cheap!) shoes are here.
(as always click the picture/title to view bigger and view another picture of the shoes. It will take to flickr, just to let you know).
Sarah’s not here right now. She will return later. Right now only her awesomely cute (and cheap!) shoes are here.
(you can view another picture of them at my flickr page. Just click the picture/link in the entry).
So a certain someone is blaming me for quoting lines from The Incredible Hulk. So if I am going to get some kind of blame from that then she is getting this.
It seems that this certain someone had a birthday a few weeks ago and received a book entitled The Host for her birthday which was bought by another certain someone. Then she proceeded to rave about it in her blog causing loads of curiosity on my part being the giant book whore that I am.
Then a couple of weeks after the blog post I see said book at Costco (a truly magical place if there ever was one) and go about inspecting it. I read the covers and the inside flaps and it hits me. I MUST HAVE THIS BOOK.
So I am blaming you! for making me buy yet another book I have to read. But totally in an awesome way because seriously this book sounds awesome!
But seriously I have on heavy reading load this summer, it looks like I should get a readin’.
I’m not a violent person. Okay that’s a lie, but not a big one. I like violent entertainment and I often mention ‘beating someone’s ass’ but no one ever gets beat.
That’s changed. As of yesterday I am the VIOLENT BITCH of the block. I must confess I secretly love it. No one fucks with me and when I say MOVE you bet your ass those fuckers MOVE.
It happened yesterday evening around 5pm. The Dog got out once again and proceeded to be a PAIN in the ASS and run around dodging cars and people. He has this thing where he will not come if he is called, call it an adventurous spirit, call it bad training, call it psycho dog, it all boils down to one thing: the fact that I now must CHASE the damn dog all over the neighborhood.
Then the pit bull got out. The Crazy-Ass-Dog-Killer Pit Bull got out. The owner of said fucking dog did nothing to contain his damn beast as I scream that his dog better keep away from my dog. Does he listen? No. Instead he proceeds to stare at me as I am speaking Chinese to him. So he dog gets a little too close to my dog. My dog being the wonder that he is doesn’t run away from Crazy-Ass dog, no, instead he gets CLOSER.
So I run over the the fucking crazy ass pit bull, pick up a piece of a fence (the neighbors next door to this crazy dog owning neighbor happen to have a small pile of crap in front of their yard) and proceed to BEAT the FUCK out of this damn pit bull. I’m screaming the whole time, “I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING DOG AWAY FROM MINE!” I’ve lost it at this point.
The guy tells me to back the fuck off and leave his dog alone. I was seriously this close to beating the owner. My dog at this point is seriously wondering what the fuck is up with his bat-shit crazy owner. We finally got my dog and brought him home to my house where is he safe from the Dog Killer pit bull.
So now I am known as the VIOLENT BITCH of the block. I just hope it serves as a warning to everyone else: IF YOU FUCK WITH MY DOG I WILL FUCK YOU UP.
That said I did bath The Dog recently so now he smells a little less like a pile of dirt on a hot summer day. he thinks he’s bad ass now. I have photographic proof of this too.
Oh yea, big tough guy here (click to enlarge)
I worked seven hours today.
We had flow (we got new merchandise in the store).
Only it wasn’t my store it was the kid’s store.
I spent seven hours with people I don’t really know (I knew one of my managers) working really hard.
I smell like cardboard.
I’ve cut my hand exactly four times.
I think I’m going to have a burger for dinner.
I work eight days in a row so I may be a bit crazed until after Thursday. So if my posts sound zanier than usual it’s because I’m slowly becoming a zombie.
This is a PSA for Parents everywhere:
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD WATCH YOUR DAMN OFFSPRING WHEN YOU SHOP!!
The sales staff are NOT paid babysitters and the next time one of your damn DNA accidents licks a mirror, throws clothes, or just comes to close to me I will smack them upside the head.
Thank you for time and cooperation.
So nothing interesting is going on right now.
I thought I’d have something interesting to write about but I got nada.
Yesterday I told a kid I was jealous of his green shovel.
Kids were bitching about how cold it was in the store (fyi: Moms’ keep your stupid ass kids in line. Because I will tell them to stop running in the store and climbing on our displays and I really don’t care if you get asshurt about it or not. After all it’s your job to control to damn children)
In fact everyone was kind of bitching about how cold it was in the store.
My friend is a little pissed at me because I couldn’t rush over to her to house when she finally decided to return my phone call after 9pm. Sorry that I might have to go to work in the morning and didn’t want to stay out until all hours talking. Especially since I know I’m just going to get a guilt trip for not being a ‘good Christian’ or whatever.
I did make the mistake of telling her that I have a crush on a guy I haven’t technically met yet. Now she’s flipping out on me because I’m being stupid and what if he turns out to be a serial killer? I tell her that I am an adult and do actually know what I’m doing and I highly doubt something will come of it anyways and she’s like I know but you can’t meet people in real life that you online because everyone lies online.
Sigh. I’m getting closer to the point where I just can’t talk to any of my friends about anything because they just get defensive.
I guess I did have something to talk about after all.
I’m a little stressed out at the moment. I am doing some research for my degree. As readers of my blog know (or if you don’t you will in a few more words!) I am an avid fan of science and am pursuing my degree in Biology. I have been in love with this science since high school and after faltering for a few years in college I have decided that I need to pursue this passion.
You see when I first started college in 2005 I was majoring in Psychology, which was fine until I realized that I sort of hate the subject and my only interest was in weird sexual fetishes. (Which I now totally have a book of! Thanks Mom for fueling my weird desires!) After I came to this realization (about a semester into college) I switched to Biology. Then I took my first Anthropology class and fell in love with the subject. I mean who wouldn’t love to emerge themselves into a completely different culture for a year and write about it? It’s pure deliciousness to me. But I didn’t have the passion for it. I still love it to death and some of my all time favorite books are anthologies*, but I just couldn’t pursue it with the kind of passion you need for this work. So I abandoned that ship (but still try to take Anthropology classes when I can and thus I have taken nearly every Anthropology class offered at my little college) and pursued Criminalistics for like two seconds. I blame this solely on my unhealthy obsession of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. Then after that I thought I was going to be a nurse and have actually taken all the requirements to pursue this goal until I realized that I actually hate people. I’m thinking a good nurse shouldn’t want to suffocate their patients with a pillow, so I decided not to continue on that path. Now I have come full circle back to the one passion that remains unwavering since high school: Biology.
While I love and adore the subject of Biology it seems to come as a bit of a surprise to some people as to why I would pursue science when I spent a lot of my free time writing. But they don’t understand this, I’ve never ever considered myself a writer. I was always a Scientist who happened to write. Much like people are people who happen to paint, or take photos, or do puzzles, writing was nothing more than a hobby of mine. Which is explains why I suck hardcore at this whole grammar thing. But I digress.
Right now since I haven’t really taken any classes for this lovely major I am about two years behind where ideally I should be. So this often leaves me frustrated because it will be that much longer until I have a degree and can decide whether I want to go to Graduate School or not. While this is frustrating it’s not what I am currently stressing over.
What I’m stressing over is that at the college I am planning on attending I have to choose concentrations for Biology. The concentrations they offer are: Botany, Clinical Laboratory Science, Ecology and Field Biology, Entomology, Genetics, Marine Biology, Microbiology, and Zoology.
You see I love them all. I want to have a concentration is EVERYTHING. Botany is awesome because I am actually quite gifted in altering DNA of plants to create ‘hybrid’ plants. Call it my god complex coming out, but it totally fascinates me and getting to do this for the rest of my life would be heaven. Clinical Lab is good because I just love being in a Lab and working with the equipment. I get giddy when I can use a centrifuge and when I can just be left alone to work on experiments (I often work without a lab partner in class and have yet to be assigned one, sweetness!). When I can put my hypothesis to the test and see if it holds up is another delicious treat to me. Ecology and Field Biology is AMAZING. I’ve had great pleasure in just doing some volunteer paper work for the people who work in this field and what they do is all kinds of awesome. Right now they go out and test mosquito populations for West Nile Viruses and these are the people who keep tract of animal populations and everything else. Dude, that’s like a wet dream to be able to be out in the field working like this. Entomology has always been a hobby of mine, I used to have a moth and butterfly collection until my cat ate them. I love to read and watch television shows on bugs and usually don’t kill them. I prefer to study them. Genetics. OH MY GOD do I LOVE this stuff. I know that no matter what I will most like pursue genetics at some point (I hope I can have more than one concentration, I’m under the impression that I can have at least two) because I just love this subject so much. Marine biology is interesting although I could do without the invertebrates so I probably won’t do this, but it’s still interesting to me. Microbiology is probably one of the hardest classes I’ve ever taken, but it has to be one that I have loved the most. Zoology I love because I have always wanted to work with endangered and rare animals. I would love to work in a zoo although I know that these jobs don’t come easily and are quite hard to get a hold of.
So can you see my dilemma? I simply love too many things. While I know I have at least a year to figure this out. I am no closer to coming to an answer than I was months ago. Oh well, I guess there’s always the hope that some relative I didn’t know existed dies and leaves me a fabulous amount of wealth. I mean there’s always that chance. Right? No. Oh well now all my dreams are crushed.
Anyways I’m off to read a bit of my book. After all the cover hasn’t quite scared me nearly enough to replace it with porn.
*The two books I love to death are: The Forest People by Colin Turnbull-He’s apparently gay and may or may not have had a relationship with one of the people who helped him understand the culture of the BaMbuti pygmies. A BIG no-no in the Anthro world, drama! and Mama Lola: A Vodou Priestess in Brooklyn by Karen McCarthy Brown–a magnificent read if you are at all interesting in the Vodou religion. I read parts of it still today just to remind myself how beautiful the world is at times.
I feel much better now that I got a decent night’s sleep. I thought I’d have something interesting to write about but alas I’ve been so tired that I haven’t done anything. I mean, I went to the gym with Lisa which was fun, but I’m thinking next time we’ll have to actually do some working out.
So I’ll write about something that happens to me ALL THE TIME now that I don’t wear glasses. It seems that everyday I get at least one person saying, “Oh my god your eyelashes are SO long. You are so lucky.” While I like the compliment I just find it such an odd thing to get complimented about.
Yes I have really long eyelashes, they are so long that I used to cut them so they wouldn’t touch my glasses when I wore them. But they are also blond, something I really, really hate. I mean people with brown or black eyelashes are so lucky because they don’t have to wear mascara to bring out their eyes. I do. If I don’t wear mascara it looks like I don’t even have eyelashes, let alone super impressive long eyelashes. Sometimes being a natural blond sucks donkey ass.
Other times the compliment comes in the form of an accusation: “Your eyelashes are super long, they must be fake.” I actually get accused of wearing fake eyelashes quite a lot. I haven’t ever worn fake eyelashes, there really is no need for me to wear them, but nonetheless I get this one a lot too. I don’t think it looks like I wear fake eyelashes because if you look hard enough you can see the little bit of blond that just never gets covered by mascara. Oh well.
This post is really rambling because I don’t care much about my eyelashes, as long as they are still there in the morning I’m okay.
But do you think this is a weird thing to compliment or get complimented on? Or am I just weird?
So I’m having a lazy post today. I’m summing everything up with bullets. Enjoy (or not, whatever).
Okay that’s it. I swear I’ll be more interesting after the sleep. I hope.
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