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| Friday, October 2nd, 2009 | | 9:33 pm |
| | Friday, May 1st, 2009 | | 2:26 am |
Akaku akaku akaku yurete...
Dear almost everybody who writes anything in the patients' ginormous charts, Listen, I hate you. I cannot read your fucking handwriting. Computerized charting cannot come soon enough. Hugs and kisses with C. diff & MRSA, Me ---- Grahgh. I don't know if I'm cut out for this shit. The last two clinicals went well, but today sucked hardcore for a variety of reasons: the aforementioned frustrating charts, not being able to do much of the assessment or otherwise get the info I needed for the new documentation I'm supposed to be turning in, and not being able to talk to my patient's nurse except for one extremely short, unhelpful phone call. Confusion about what the hell I was supposed to be doing and how (since it's never actually made clear) and having a patient in severe pain which I could do nothing about. Waiting forever in the post x-ray area with my patient (who was only able to get one done because she couldn't tolerate the position necessary for the lateral exposure) surrounded by depressingness and being asked by another nurse to hold down her out of it, oozing-skinned contact patient so he couldn't pull away when she stuck him for blood cultures. I almost lost it on several occasions. In related news, getting old sucks and I think I'd rather not. Current Mood:  Ulquiorra doesn't care | | Sunday, April 26th, 2009 | | 7:30 pm |
Minakute ii kanashimi wo mitekita kimi wa ima, koraenakute ii namida wo koraete sugoshiteru...
Hontou no koto dake de ikite yukeru hodo, bokura wa tsuyoukunaisa. Tsuyokunakute ii ii?That's the first chorus-thingy from "Velonica" by Aqua Timez, which has been stuck in my head (along with the preceding bridge) for weeks. Not that I mind; it's fun to sing. This is the truncated version of the song with the part I know and this is a cool, random guitarist rockin' it in true fanboy form. I still like to pretend I'll play like that one day. " Black and Gold" by Sam Sparro(w) is another of my current favorite songs. Hottest song about issues of faith by a cute gay guy ever. Mmm. I haven't posted anything here in months (I keep meaning to), but I usually read my friends page at least once a day. Looks like a lot of us are either being woed away by other sites or feeling less adolescent dump-fest, ne? Or maybe being too busy or tired to write, or feeling disconnected, or kinda just floating away. I was looking at some of the stuff I wrote years ago recently, and wow. Not that it wasn't true, but it was too...leaky honest, if you know what I mean. (In an extremely cryptic way much of the time, of course. *Grin*) You get older and worry about seeming all emo or something. Speaking of that now ever-present term, remember when you could be sad about stuff without getting mocked or apologizing for it? Pepperidge Farm remembers. Anyway...what have I been up to? School and countless hours staring at my laptop for various reasons, with some reading and tv thrown in. I used to do some of that screen-staring and reading outside, but it seems mosquito season started a couple weeks ago, so fuck that noise. So basically except for lunch time and short breaks at school I'm pretty much always indoors. House, school, occasionally Karen's, a movie theater once in a while. On the upside, soon it'll be warm enough to start swimming again. I wish I knew of more places to go and things to do, and perhaps more importantly, had the motivation to actually explore said options. Hanging out in Starbucks by myself just seems kinda lame when I can pretty much do whatever I'm doing there at home without the awkwardness or expense. I have two friends, Liz and Shekevia, who I eat lunch with every day at school. (It used to be three, but Janelle had to transfer to days to find reliable daycare.) We pretty much only hang out at school or in the vicinity thereof before or after class (woo, Chili's!), but I like them a lot. Assuming we all graduate next January they're planning to come visit Portland with me to celebrate because I made it sound so awesome. Starting tomorrow we'll have clinicals twice a week (Mondays and Thursdays) and as usual I'm still a bit nervous about that. Give me theory all damn day and I'll ace that shit, but stick me in a room with an actual human being and all that stuff flies right out of my head. Well okay, not all, but I've still never done an assessment where I did everything I was supposed to. Speaking of which, I need to properly write up the assessment I did on that nice, 83 year old man last Thursday and do some reviewing on Oncology and End of Life before I go to sleep. We finished Fundamentals II the week before last and have just started Med-Surg. We've also been doing a bunch of math (conversions and dimensional analysis.) 8 drams to an ounce, bitches! Some of the conversions hurt my soul (if grains 1 = 60 mg, how the hell does grains 1 1/2 = 100 mg? If 1 tsp = 60 gtts (drops) and 1 tsp = 5mL, how the hell does 1 mL = 15 or 16 gtts? If 8 drams = 1 oz and 1 oz = 30 mL, how does 1 dram = 4 or 5 mL?), but you just have to deal with it. I often write both the approved approximation and the accurate answer so I can live with myself. *Grin* I think this week we also start Pharm, which is what will make or break us as far as passing this term. Man, I could go on about school and other stuff for a ridiculously long time (which is the main reason I haven't gotten around to writing...there's too much and it's takes for fucking ever.) I haven't even touched on the myriad thoughts and issues that this vocation is bringing up or the experiences from clinicals. Bah. In other news: It's been interesting to go from interacting with almost all white people to almost all black people, which I will elaborate more on some other time. This creature is horrifying. Seriously. You may have nightmares if you click on that second link. It eats your tongue and then becomes your tongue. (If you're a fish.) This product is ingenious, hilarious, awesome, and wrong. Electronic cigarettes. If you like the rituals and act of smoking, but don't actually want to inhale cancer clouds, there you go. Comes with or without nicotine. My new Japanese books arrived yesterday and I was inordinately pleased with myself today for being able to translate " I can only love you for one day" into Japanese on the first try with what I just learned. 私は一日だけで君を愛して出来る。Watashi wa ichinichi dake de kimi wo aishite dekiru. (出来ます or dekimasu if you're being polite.) Literally "I (subject marker) one day only (particle for all sorts of stuff including 'for' and 'within') you (direct object marker) love can." Japanese uses a very odd sentence structure to English speakers, but I'm finally starting to understand how the more complex sentences work. It's starting to fuck up my English cognition. *Grin* In closing, here are two tidbits of Japanese culture. Kancho and Marimokkori. (It's a pun. "Marimo" is a ball of algae and "mokkori" is slang for an erection. Yep, Hokkaido is represented by an insanely popular character and kid's toy which is a green algae dude with a raging boner.) Oh, Japan. Current Mood:  okay | | Friday, January 2nd, 2009 | | 12:48 pm |
| | Sunday, November 30th, 2008 | | 8:42 pm |
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala!
I did it mother-bitches! 50,201 words in 22 days. Bwah ha ha ha ha! I fear my main characters might never leave my head, but that's okay. They're hot. *Grin* Okay, I should go to my grandma's and eat breakfast now. The breakfast of champions! Current Mood:  accomplished | | Monday, November 24th, 2008 | | 6:54 pm |
Is this darkness in you, too? (ramble ramble ramble)
I came home yesterday. Have to see a doctor at some point to find out what's actually going on. (If you go in for chest pain it seems they generally concentrate on ruling things out as opposed to diagnosis if they don't think it's gonna kill you.) So it's probably not my heart, which is what I figured, but it's always freaky when something goes wrong anywhere near there, especially if it effects your breathing, and it's not as if other things can't be serious too. Some possibilities the doctor I saw yesterday mentioned include some kind of hernia, gastroesophageal reflux disease, etc. I swear, sometimes my head doesn't work properly. A few different people asked if I had shortness of breath and I said "No" because when I hear that I think of say, having really low hemoglobin and gasping for air after climbing a flight of stairs. And that's not what I have. But yesterday from the time I woke up and was all "holy shit" until I was part of the way to the hospital (because it's a rule that the majority of the time I go to the ER for something the symptoms magically dissipate or lessen somewhat right before or as soon as I get there) there was a definite sense that breathing isn't as effortless or ignorable as it should be. I forgot about that until a couple hours ago because it's back again. So...maybe it is some kind of angina. Or a mix of things. I didn't feel anything when I woke up today, but then when I was sitting in the living room watching some news and about to take a shower it started up with some pressure (but not pain) and the haha-it-feels-like-you're-drowning-a-lit tle-bit-ness, which is up a notch or two now. It feels kinda like after you've been crying really, really hard, but not going away. The thing is, I wouldn't be surprised if whatever it is is at least partially (if not mostly) due to stress and strong, usually negative, emotion because I've had a lot of both lately. Even when I'm consciously ignoring various issues I'm pretty sure my subconscious isn't. My blood pressure is good and always has been. I think my cholesterol is good too, so I don't think it's stuff like that. It makes it confusing to know what is the original symptom and what is reaction to it. I was active and eating well for a few months, but I haven't been exercising the past few weeks because I've been a strange combination of busy (writing) and depressed/stressed (probably more so than usual.) Also in the last 3 or 4 weeks, I've been eating kind of irregularly; sometimes only one or two small meals a day, other times one large meal or occasionally something more normal. That couldn't possibly have anything to do with this! Anyway, the only medicine they gave me was something to reduce stomach acid, which is funny because in the 5 days or so that I had symptoms a burning sensation wasn't one of them until after I was in the hospital and they gave me the pill. Not that I think it caused that (I haven't even taken one today and there's some burning), it's just weird. Anyway, the burning is in my stomach not up behind my sternum. For the past several months, maybe before, I've been occasionally getting the feeling that something was stuck in my esophagus. It didn't hurt or prevent me from swallowing, but it was annoying. The first time or two it happened I thought it might actually be food or something, but I realized that obviously wasn't the case. If I remember correctly I had that feeling a day or two before this current business. Blah, blah, blah, I'm defective. Stupid school. I went there last week to try to find out yet again what was going on, but the counselor's evil secretary wouldn't let me see her and it wasn't until my mom called them on Thursday that they finally felt like mentioning that all the shit I just spent months and hundreds of dollars getting for them was accepted and yeah, I got in. I should be able to register sometime next month for the class starting January 20th. Thank you and fuck you. Speaking of fuck you, they never did get anymore blood from me other than what one of the ER nurses drew when he put in the IV. They wanted aortal blood though and had a few other nurses and a random doctor try before they gave up. Protip: If you stick a needle straight and deep into someone's wrist you will hit a nerve and they will jump. Didn't do my hands though, so I'm happy. It's kind of worrying though how hard it is to get blood from me these days. It never used to be. I really, really love Explosions in the Sky. (Hey Jasmine, I just realized what one of your lyrics was. Have You Passed Through This Night?) I listened to them on the way to hospital just in case. Also because they calm me down. They make the perfect music to live and die to. I rolled the window down and made hand planes in the air. The weather's really nice here right now. Current Mood:  what what | | Saturday, November 22nd, 2008 | | 8:46 pm |
A-G-A-I-NNNNNN...
So the hospital totally has wireless, which is awesome. Oh yeah, and I'm still alive. They're keeping me over night and as usual no one knows what's up...thus far. Hold on...needle time...fuck you, it's not going in my hand. Okay, she's gone to get back up. Anyway, I feel better at the moment. I spent several hours in the 80"s-tastic ER (seriously, they had on a station that played every 80's song ever, including Never Gonna Give You Up) and now I'm on the 4th floor with my mom and dad and aunt and grandma. I was really freaking out earlier hardcore. Thanks for all the lurve. *Hugs* Current Mood: daijoubu | | 12:45 pm |
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So, I don't mean to be all dramatic and shit, but... I appear to be having some problem in my chest and I'm going to the hospital in a few minutes. I probably should've gone a few days ago, but you know me. I've kinda had enough of doctors and well, the money... I don't think it's my heart (but what do I know?) It feels more like a growing inflammation of my sternum or something. But it's getting quite worrying. So, just in cases, as Aurelia said to Jaime, I love you all and stuff. Current Mood:  scared and sad | | Friday, November 14th, 2008 | | 5:15 am |
We'll stretch out so long and hope we don't ever sever, forever growing centipedes...
I had the opening synth riff of Call Call by the Faint running through my head for the last 1/2 hour or so even though I hadn't listened to it today, so I figured I should just play it now. For some reason dodo dodo do-do do do-do dodo do dodo do do is the sound my brain uses to express giddiness these days and yes I'm aware that that isn't accurate at all and you have no idea what that sounds like...unless of course you actually do. (I doubt most of you do.) Call Call feels like happiness even though it shouldn't, but that's the magic of songs with dance beats. I was glad when Metro called from their latest show in Portland and I heard it live for the first time because they didn't play it when they were here. They were here. Being here feels like the years before camp and after school when there was nothing but this house, nothing but (the) net. Except now there's the knowing and it's going back, not forward. The doctor's weren't clear and stuff didn't get done in time for school. I really tried. Guess January it is, which is probably just as well. I didn't start my current story until the 8th or so, so I'm way behind on my NaNo-ing. I got over 3,000 words into my first story before realizing there was no way I could pull it off without massive prep and I only truly decided to try this a day or so before the start date because I didn't know whether I'd be in school or not. NOT! I dabbled with a few more ideas briefly, I think this is my 5th one. I wrote 10,589 words in the last 5 days, over 2,600 "today". I have to write around 2,319 words a day for the rest of the month if I wanna make it. It's long odds, but it means something even though I won't ever show it to anyone I know. It's a reason to get up and I haven't created anything in such a long time. I shut down between six a.m. and noon, sleep for between 4 and seven hours, and get up to write some more. One of my main characters was drinking gin & tonic tonight so so was I to get it right. So so. Is that even legal, literati? "That that" is. An epic g&t. Yeah, I'm a little hyper and scatter-brained right now, but I'm coming down. *Grin* There's something not as valid when the scenery's a postcard. I wish I came up with that, but I didn't. My dad's getting ready for work now. I swear this happens like, every day, every morning. I'ma run to the bathroom and go watch CNN and MSNBC. I've been addicted to politics for months now. I'm a dick. I'm addicted to youuuu... I am. A little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard... Scream it boys. Current Mood:  mile-a-minute | | Thursday, November 6th, 2008 | | 12:52 am |
Everytime I move I'm in another dimension...
Okay, I just have to post this. Beyond my great disagreement with her on a crapton of policy issues and her world view in general, the fact that someone this lacking in basic information could've actually been Vice President (and that 46% of the population voted for a ticket with her on it) is horrifying. More so is the fact that McCain and everyone else working around her in the campaign realized this at some point, but thought that winning was important enough to go ahead with trying to appoint someone to the second highest office (and possibly the first) in the land who didn't know that Africa is a continent. And not only did she not know stuff that basic, but she refused to be briefed so that she could actually learn some shit, or you know, be able to answer questions. BWAGHHAAAAAHHHH! ... In other news, I got to see The Faint* (finally!) and Tina Turner** in concert over the last couple weeks and both are awesome live, but in completely different ways. I've been rocking the former lots recently, and singing the latter in the shower. I wouldn't trade my taste in music for the world. *Grin* *Warning: They're kinda...morbid/odd/messed up and stuff. Hehe. Those are 3 of my favorites (all of which they played!) **Warning: Contains Cher. The best, recent video I could find. (A rather condensed version of Proud Mary.) She's a few weeks away from 69, currently on her 50th anniversary tour and still flashing her famous legs and dancing like crazy in some serious heels. Damn, yo. Current Mood: WTF?! | | Wednesday, November 5th, 2008 | | 4:45 am |
Don't stop believin'.
Because it's funny...  Ah, video games and internet memes, what would we do without you? In other news, gin + guava soda (and fresh lime juice) = scrumdiddlyumptious. PS: I'm really happy that Florida went blue this time. Current Mood: tired and happy | | Sunday, August 24th, 2008 | | 7:28 am |
Tell me, tell me what you're after. I just wanna get there faster...
Yes, I'm still awake. Shut up. Saw the Smashing Pumpkins on Thursday and it was pretty awesome. It would've been great to see them in their heyday with James Iha and D'arcy (Jimmy Chamberlin is still drumming away), but the newbies held their own and really, as long as Billy Corgan's around there can still be the Pumpkins. The show was at an outdoor venue (Mizner Park) in Boca Raton and it rained a bit and Billy Corgan was funny and wore a long, shiny, silver skirt. The only thing that would've made it even more awesome is if they had played Zero, Disarm, 1979, and Farewell And Goodnight. And Cherub Rock. And basically all of their songs that I like, which is a lot. But they played over 20 songs, including Tonight, Tonight and Siva and Today and Bullet With Butterfly Wings and Eye and Mayonnaise and stuff I like and recognize, but don't know the name of, and some decent new stuff and some trippy experimental stuff. Best of all, they played The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning, which I was most hoping for. Billy brought out his young niece to help sing Once Upon A Time (which I never heard before, but really liked) and it was very cute. They ended the show with a cover of In The Summertime by Mungo Jerry. (I'm betting everyone is familiar with that song by having been...uh, born...even if you had no idea who the hell wrote it, like me.) There was an accordion and lots of kazoos. A kazoo-off in fact. Very surreal. Dealing with 2 (3?) schools is driving me crazy because one is too expensive and one is too far and one is too...homicidal making and they all want me to do a million things, including taking the same exact fucking test over and over again and paying each time I do it. Grr. I have to figure this shit out soon and I just wish it was over with. Went to the Hard Rock Cafe with the family and Pauline last night. Yummy appetizers and a lychee martini and some fun, live, parent music and pulling the lever on slot machines. Felt really lonely towards the end and on the way home though. And after. Lonely lonely lonely. I spent around 2 hours (between 4-6 am to be precise) taking tests/participating in studies here and will no doubt spend lots more time doing so. It's pretty interesting. If I should somehow become as awesome as I aspire to be, I will one day follow the lead of my fellow xkcdian, cypherspace, and sign up to participate in this sheer insanity. Who's with me? *Grin* Current Mood:  tired and floaty and daydreamy | | Tuesday, August 5th, 2008 | | 5:43 pm |
Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? Does it make you happy you're so strange?
Going to see the Smashing Pumpkins in a few weeks. Learned about 200 Kanji. Have had less than a week to learn/relearn science by tomorrow afternoon. Sick of school related rigmarole. Checked out a third one today. Don't know where I'm going yet. Listened to "Agenda Suicide","Take Me To The Hospital", and other songs from the Faint concert in Portland over the phone on Sunday courtesy of Metro. Danced in the living room. He also gets awesome points for a previous conversation for being the first person to call me who wasn't calling me back. Jasmine does too for exchanging long emails with me on everything. Speaking of awesome points, I picked up Jaime's package at the post office today (I was probably sleeping when they tried to deliver it yesterday.) I can has yummy cookie things. (How did you make them? My mom really liked them too.) Also...my very own corgi! ありがとうございました。*Grin* The cats are good, and being good, for the most part. They were sick for a while a few weeks ago, but are okay now. Bujo broke some of mom's ceramic things last week in a display of epic fail. Epic. Fail. I took him outside for a bit yesterday, but Ani ran into my room when I tried to get her too. My teeth have been hurting recently. I'm scared to think about it what this will entail. Money money money and pain. It's my mom's birthday today and we'll be going out soon. I bought her an iPod shuffle, which should arrive in the near future. I should probably study more. This song has taken over my brain since the Watchmen preview before the midnight showing of The Dark Knight. Scatter, Senbonzakura. Current Mood: multiple | | Sunday, July 27th, 2008 | | 2:21 am |
If at first you don't succeed, then dust yourself off and try again...
"Bounce"* by Timbaland (in it's many incarnations) is the best frickin' song to dance to. My only issue with it one that many great dance songs have, namely some...objectionable lyrics, which can be amusing or annoying/enraging depending on the day. There's always the instrumental version, although the sound of the words definitely adds another layer of coolness. I've gone and fallen in love with hip-hop dance again. I think a few years down the line I'll have to start taking classes in dance and martial arts, but for now I'm just gonna stick with trying to get awesome at home; stronger, faster, more flexible, and most importantly, in shape. It's been going good so far. I got some bookshelves at IKEA today. My mom, aunt, grandma, and a family friend all came along and we were there for hours and ate in the cafeteria. Hilarious. Later at Pauline's we ended up taking about trans-people and queer folk of various stripes because of the whole "pregnant man" business in the news. I had to hammer them with a lot of information, and while immensely frustrating and maddening at times I somehow managed to not start screaming "Why are you so stupid!" and think I did some good. I can't imagine how people deal with such conversations including that kind of ignorance, assuming, and unexamined crap on a regular basis. I mean seriously, read a book, read a book, read a mother-fucking book. I still consider myself to be a Christian (among other things), but damn if I don't want to hit my aunt, and especially my grandmother, until they start using their brains and asking the hard/interesting/uncomfortable questions instead of parroting shit without ever actually thinking about it. That also goes for believing rumors or the various bullshit claims that make their way around the internet and in the news without checking into it. I'm looking at you too, Dad, Mr. The Moon Landing Never Happened. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Here is a special kind of loneliness. I will reply to your email eventually, Mrs. Nothing. *Grin* * It's the song played in this scene at 1:18-1:37, 2:32-3:09, and 3:49-4:20. Yes, I love cheesy dance movies, shut up. Current Mood:  tired, but good | | Tuesday, July 8th, 2008 | | 4:22 pm |
Miageta yozora no hoshi-tachi no hikari!
Oh yeah, my address is: 7871 NW 190th Lane Hialeah, FL 33015-5288 (the last 4 digits aren't really necessary, but that's the precise zip code.) Send me stuff. *Grin* In other news, I needs me some wireless. This stealing my dad's internet in the limited hours when he's not using it himself, sleeping, or hanging out in his room business is weaksauce. Laptops are for freedom of movement, dammit! I love J-Pop and J-Rock, yes I do. I have so many mixes to make. Current Mood:  amused | | 12:50 am |
And all the wine is all for me...
I left the Winch at 6:36pm (PDT) Wednesday evening to Oren Lavie's "A Dance 'Round the Memory Tree" and got to my parent's house at 9:15pm (EDT) Monday night to Guns N' Roses' - Paradise City. That's 3,387 miles in slightly less than 5 full days. Yep, I am that awesome. The cats were surprisingly quiet for all but a few minutes of the trip, though I spent like 30 minutes looking for Ani this morning because she had found a hole in one of the boxsprings under the massive motel mattress and hid inside it. Clever girl. Now I'm sipping delicious, sweet mead courtesy of one Christopher Black and his mad home-brewing skillz and feeling pleasantly warm and a bit tired. The driving was enjoyable for the most part (don't get me started on how much I hate Atlanta and it's 8 lanes of pure narrow, twisty evil and it's psycho drivers or I'll rant your ear off), but I'm definitely glad it's over. I saw an absolutely spectacular lightning storm up in the hills/mountains on my way out of the Gorge, saw plains and corn fields and famous rivers. I was about to stop for the night somewhere in Illinois when I saw a sign saying "Cairo 88 miles" and I just had to go there (10 points if you know why), which happens to be the sketchiest town of 3,600 evar with the biggest mosquitoes I have ever seen where the proprietors of the one seemingly open motel asked me if I left the tv remote in the room upon check out. (Apparently the other run down building being swallowed/split apart by foliage was actually in operation.) The cheapest gas is in Wyoming: $3.879. I didn't actually need any then. I somehow managed to once again traverse the country without getting a single speeding ticket, though more than a few of my pack mates got taken out by the law sharks, including a green car that I had been with for a long time, in front more often than not, but I had just recently decided to keep it down to 80 and he was going like two or three miles faster at the time and so the sneak-attack cop saw him first and shot out in the space between us. Run on sentence, wooo! My bed is now covered in crap, so I'll probably steal my mom's bed while she's at work. My dad fell asleep in the living room chair while watching a show about Freemasons. Ani's in hiding (of course) and Bujo is chillaxin' somewhere or the other. This feels normal and familiar and surreal at the same time. I need to remember to mail in my turnpike toll in the next ten days so I won't get hella fined. It seems I've become one of those people who usually don't have cash on them just like I've become one of those people who store phone numbers in their cell phones instead of all in their heads. *Shakes head* I wonder who I'll become next. | | Saturday, July 5th, 2008 | | 12:54 am |
I may be going back, but I'm not giving in, and I'm not starting over again...
It's strange to be driving away from the sunset, toward a dawn that I never actually see. The nighttime is my time and I'm leaving it all behind...for now. Halfway between here and there, 1,600 miles away from anywhere. York, Nebraska. Munich Cortina. Ani and Bujo and the road. And music. Jasmine, Metro, Muffin and Mari all gave me extremely awesome mixes for which I am incredibly grateful. I'd also like to note once again how great Please Do Not Fight's album is. For those who don't know, I'm moving back to Florida for a while to take a 14 month LPN course and stuff. Cheap edumacation/skillz No rent See the family Get awesome ? Profit Craziness. There's this constant shifting of people that I'm missing, who are never quite settling down.I got my feet tattooed the day before I left. To quote At The Drive-In, "Jagged pulp sliced in my veins, I write to remember."[1] I got some more kanji [2]; 覚悟 ("kakugo") [3] on my right foot and 帰る ("kaeru") [4] on the left, vertically and in gyosho style, or semi-cursive script. I will eventually surround them with relevant (and pretty!) scenery, pain be damned. I miss everyone, and the city, already. [1]Cut away! Cut away! Send transmission from the one-armed scissor. *Grins at Mari* [2]る is actually hiragana - the syllable "ru". [3] Bleach may or may not have had something to do with this one... *shifty eyes* [4]I could tell you what they say (more or less, Japanese is vague and you probably won't get half the meanings from any one source), but that would be too easy. | | Friday, May 9th, 2008 | | 11:09 pm |
| | Thursday, April 17th, 2008 | | 7:29 pm |
She was the moment...
One word answer meme: 1. Where is your mobile phone? Furniture. 2. Your significant other? None. 3. Your hair? Bleached. 4. Your mother? Sad. 5. Your father? Guitar. 6. Your favorite thing? Connection. 7. Your dream last night? Forgotten. 8. Your favorite drink? Juices. 9. Your dream/goal? Love. 10. The room you're in? Messy. 11. Your ex? Ha. 12. Your fear? Lacking. 13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Happy. 14. Where were you last night? Crepes. 15. What you're not? Wanted. 16. Muffins? Lesbian. 17. One of your wish list items? Time. 18. Where you grew up? Florida. 19. The last thing you did? Answer. 20. What are you wearing? Usual. 21. Your TV? Neglected. 22. Your pets? Mischievous. 23. Your computer? Addicting. 24. Your life? Stuck. 25. Your mood? Smirkful. 26. Missing someone? Always. 27. Your car? Appreciated. 28. Something you're not wearing? Cosmetics. 29. Favorite Store? Media. 30. Your summer? Unknown. 31. Like someone? Moments. 32. Your favorite color? Black. 33. When is the last time you laughed? Earlier. 34. Last time you cried? Tuesday. Current Mood:  contemplative | | Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008 | | 2:37 am |
And in the morning when you turn in I'll be far to sea...
Breaking my postless streak to say R.I.P. to Brad Renfro and Heath Ledger. My God, both in the same week. Two brilliant young actors. Renfro tough and wild, yet sweet. A good guy despite his indiscretions. Intense. A Tennessee boy through and through. Heath charming and big hearted and down to earth. It's not right that he was so sad. *Sigh* I can't believe it. Current Mood:  sad |
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