Blather, rinse, repeat

Hey there, weather. So, wow. Two knock-out days in a row, today and apparently tomorrow, too. Today it hit about 80, THANKS. And tomorrow, woot! But, what's with you going back down to the 50's over the weekend? RETHINK THIS PLAN.

Actually, it's going back down to the 50s on Friday. Friday, meh, because I have to go back into school and take that certification class that they yanked out from under us last week. I talked to the woman who sets up the classes today to ask if they were going to reimburse any of us—for traveling, missing work, whatever. And the answer was no. Thanks, school. I can't wait to get the hell out of you.

Add to that the fact that there was a gas leak in the school last week. They evacuated when it happened. Apparently it is still leaking somewhere (I heard them talking about it today) and yet we are all still there. There's no electricity in the kitchen, so no hot food, meaning no goddamn cookies. WHAT THE HELL, WORDS DON'T EVEN.

Oh, not to get all 12 years old or anything, but I met the cutest man today. This guy seriously looked like someone drew Adam Lazzara in anime style. Or maybe, if Kenshin existed and had mated with Adam Lazzara. Seriously, he had the whole martial arts build going on, though thin, and with hugely thick, long hair in a ponytail and a really sweet face, but with that Lazzara smile. I had no idea why he was talking to me--probably just a truly nice guy--but I was glad that he was. He gave me a recipe for ice cream. :)

Also, I got 100 on my kinesiology practical final. I was sweating over that one because Dr. R had told us that he wasn't going to go as easy on us as he had in the midterm. So I studied quite a bit over the last few weeks, and it paid off.

On my way home, I got stuck in worse traffic than usual, but I was really enjoying listening to the music, and the fact that I didn't have my heat on. (And actually had the air on for a while, too. O_O ) Sometimes I skip nearly every song on my iPod and only play something like every 15th one, but today I was in the mood for almost every song on there. And then TBS's My Blue Heaven came on and I realized that I hadn't listened to it in over a year. It used to be my favorite, but then after the way this past year went—and I can't put my finger on exactly why—every word of it made me sad. But today, for the first time, I enjoyed it again. I was glad; it's a beautiful song and I remembered the exact moment I fell in love with it. I was cleaning out a pigeon's cage at the wildlife clinic where I used to work when it grabbed me for the first time.

And speaking of, WTF, TBS? Why you gotta act so crazy?

Anyway. Tomorrow I have a practical in Med Massage, and then next week I have a written in kinesiology, a written in pathology, and a written in Asian Bodyworks3. Wow, guys, thanks for cramming all those written tests in one week. Oh, and the Qi Gong final, too.

Wait, I'm confused. Then is next week my last week in school? I seriously thought it was the week after that? Holy crap! Even better, during my vacation, there's a weekend where I can't go into work because other companies buy demo weekends and we are banned from them. ^_^ Which, I mean that sucks for my paycheck, but still.

Speaking of paycheck, they forgot to send mine out this week. Hi, guys, that's my gas and lunch money.

So, I owe a few emails that I'm dying to get to (you know who you are!) but these long school days and finals are killing me. Friday at the latest, seriously!

I should go to bed because I'm superfly tired, but I cannot stop playing Akinator, except obviously to write this entry. Seriously, give this program a whirl. It's awesome. Although, likely you'll never quit playing, either. And, contrary to popular belief, I'm not usually getting addicted to games, and seriously never to online games, which tend to just irritate me. But this game is just crazy!

Awww, my cute little Onion is munching on his algae wafer. Who knew fish could be so much fun to watch? Oh, Lucrezia is trying to muscle in on his wafer and take a bite out of it. She's a little beeotch! But I love her funny face. Leon is swimming between the posts of the little torii, and trying to go through the little spaces. Now he's flaring his gills at Lucrezia. *sigh*, my fishes.

Okay, no, really, this all has even less of a point than my usual entries. I got up at 6:30 today courtesy of my carbon-based alarm clock, the lovely loud Havok. So I really should go to bed. :D

I decided to email the resident editor who chose my chapter for this month's workshop, and thank her. She's got a few books out and one of them looks really awesome, like something I'd just love, so I ordered it. Anyway, I told her how much she had helped me, and inspired me to get better. She wrote back and said that she had no doubt that if I kept plugging away, I'd get this baby published. She said she was pleased to have found such a good story.

INSERT MADLY HAPPY EXCLAMATION HERE.

Today I spent the day—yes, most of the day—trying to edit one lousy chapter to upload to the workshop. It took me a few hours. The rest of my time get 'et up by effing stupidass Tripod and their lame goddamn useless page editor. Three hours to make measly line edits using their stupid uploader.

And then I did my homework, too.

Last week I realized that I had never seen The Pillow Book in its entirety. I'd only ever seen bits and pieces of it back when I had movie channels, years ago. But never had I seen the whole thing. I mean, wtf, my two favorite things? The Pillow Book and Ewan McGregor naked? So I ordered it, and last night I finally sat down and watched it from beginning to end.

W.

T.

F.

No seriously, I mean, Ewan McGregor's penis aside, WTF even was this movie? Vivian Wu was awful, her voice sounded so stilted and forced. The sound blew, I had to ride the volume. And the translations were, I don't even know, like a bad fansub sometimes.

And then, ( spoiler ) But, it was just trippy and some parts of it were pointless and filmed in a really odd way. I hated the "this is also happening" insets, especially when the insets were depicting, like, the same exact goddamn thing that was on the regular screen except from a different view, or whatever.

At least 1/3 of the movie was comprised of Ewan McGregor's penis. I feel like I know it from every single angle. I seriously know what it looks like upside down, from behind, everything. Which is awesome, I'm glad I know what it looks like from every conceivable viewpoint, I won't deny that. I just feel like the movie had less to do with Sei Shonagon and the original Pillow Book than it had to do with Ewan McGregor's penis, Vivian Wu narrating in a dead voice, and some french chick wailing about banging an angel or something. (My French is a little rusty.)

Well. Speaking of hot guys in movies:



Just, YES, DO WANT and all of that. I'm sure bummed that T-Ho got ousted as Rhodes because I thought he was perfect for it. And I really, really, really don't want this movie to suck. I want to love it at least a little bit. At least a fraction of the amount I loved the first one. I know that's so rare with sequels, but I'm going to try really hard to love it.

By the way, I hate when people say "Sequelitis." Inflammation of the sequel? Really, your sequel is swollen? I also hate when people tag "-itis" onto the end of any word when they don't really mean -itis. Huge pet peeve of mine.

Do-dee-doo.

Last night I showed up at Kung Fu only to find the doors of the kwon locked. THANKS FOR TELLING ME, PEOPLE. I called the Dragon and left a message saying, "Don't know if you're aware—probably not—but school is closed." Then, Military Man showed up, and he's got a set of keys. (I keep neglecting to get mine. :/ ) I called the Dragon back and left another message saying, "Well, school is officially closed but we are opening the kwon. So, hope to see you."

We started warming up, and Dragon showed up all dressed up and looking fly, totally not having planned on coming to work out. He explained that he was at his brother's house, bringing a chocolate bunny to his beloved nephew. Then he proceeded to give Military Man and me an awesome private lesson in staff form. (I know staff pretty well, but every Spring I need to tweak it and fix the little problems that creep in over the winter.)

It didn't occur to me till later that he totally did not have to come down and help us. He knew school was closed (Sifu had called him – Dragon thought Sifu had called all of us,) and he was doing something else, but he totally came by anyway to teach us. That was pretty swell.

So, we had a great lesson outside in the parking lot.

And now I am done babbling about staffs of the Kung Fu nature and of the Ewan McGregor nature. I have tons of emails to answer, and still more homework, and some critiques to do. But instead, I'm going to: Do my homework in school tomorrow, answer emails tomorrow after school, and do critiques on my next day off, which is Friday. And I'm going to eat a Skinny Cow ice cream (which I shouldn't, because I've packed on a few pounds and a half,) and play a video game. Then watch an anime, have a glass of wine and, I don't know, go to bed or something.

Early day tomorrow.

Oh, also: Ewan McGregor's penis.

Today, instead of studying and keeping to myself like I normally do, I was joined by a 20 year old pretty surfer boy who apparently wanted to do nothing other than talk to me all day - during lunch, during class, between classes, etc. In the halls between classes, he'd poke me with his finger to get my attention. I'd seen him around before and sort of misjudged him as kind of a nitwit. Ends up he's a math whiz who tutors all the local kids in calculus. I halfway wanted to tell him, “I know you're probably thinking I'm about 25, but you and your green eyes and enviably thick, long blond hair are so barking up the wrong tree.” But I didn't. We had lunch together and I let him talk to me for hours, about surfing, math, martial arts, and Monty Python.

Nice kid.

School was all right; I got a hundred on last week's quiz and I seem to be back in the swing of it. Applying myself, and such. I guess.

I might have mentioned a few times (a minute) about this rad agent I am not yet ready to query, but I've been following her Twitter because she posts such great stuff. Today she posted this video and said that it was exactly what agenting was like:



Dude, I seriously hope I don't (do?) get an agent like that. I know nothing about the show, but am immediately crushing on the ginger with the impeccable comic timing. “A squid, or a pebble, or a police officer.” “Absolutely write that! OR! Don't.”

I'll be off now to write my MC in love with a pebble.

Just have to document: Tetsuya Nomura To Announce Widely Requested Game Next Year.

In an interview with Japanese gaming magazine Gomega, Tetsuya Nomura, father of Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy stylist, and co-conspirator on lots of other Square-Enix titles, promised a game that is highly requested by fans - some personally requested it from him, and the reaction he expects from the announcement is downright huge. So, which is it? Kingdom Hearts III? A remake of the biggest Final Fantasy ever, VII? Well, either way, the huge array of fans will be rejoicing!

I put my bets on the Final Fantasy VII remake.

If so, consider my pants peed.

Work this weekend went more hoppingly than I'd thought it would. People were strange on both days though, with weird questions and requests. Two people today wanted different colored bags for the stuff they were buying. WTF, dogs don't even seen in color. And yesterday this lady told me that she'd been using the food and was really happy with it, up until about four weeks ago when all of a sudden her dog's hair had become really staticky. I asked her if, by chance, she had started using heat in her home and she said that she had. Well, there ya go. The food's not electric.

After work I came home to a nice email from the Lady Chrysanthemum saying that she was just checking up on Mom and I, and an hour-long phone call from the Gold Dragon asking how we were doing over the holidays. I swear this is one of the only people to whom I can cheerfully speak on the phone for that long (aside from my brother and maybe a friend or two.) I hate phone calls, but somehow don't hate them when he's cracking my crap up about getting stuck on a snowy hill in his little car or something like that.

Today this older guy came in to buy fish and we were talking about his tank, and he said it was way too much work. He hated the tank, hated the fish, and everything to do with it. I asked him why he kept it and he said that he didn't actually want it anymore and I could have it. Tank, filter, lights, fish and all. Then he proceeded to buy three more fish and tell me “These are only going to be yours!” I gave him my card and he said his son would call me. Weird, for sure, but how cool would that be? I've been wanting a fish tank for a long time and just can't afford one, and have been checking Craig's List and free sites to no avail. It's funny because I put to the universe that I wanted a nice fishtank and some cool fish. We'll see.

Later in the day this lady came in with her young son and we started talking about scorpions because her kid wanted one. She was real nice but I couldn't really answer all of her questions and I pointed to the nice-looking manager I mentioned here on my first day and said, “That good-looking guy over there can answer your questions better than I can.” She said, “He is good-looking, isn't he? Why don't you go get him?” I laughed and told her that it was crazy, he's way out of my league anyway. (And TBH I really don't want to “get him” or even date him or anything. I really just find him nice to look at and sweet.) She gave me this epic speech about “But that's crazy, he's beautiful, you're beautiful, you're both tall and thin and good looking so what's the problem, just go get him!” while I stood there sputtering. I don't know what to say when people throw that word around at me. I told her it didn't matter anyway because it wasn't going to happen and she said, “That's because it's what you're telling the universe. If you keep going 'I'm not beautiful and so I won't 'get the guy,' then that's how it's going to go. Ask the universe, 'I want a hot guy, please!'” (Her exact words.)

I laughed and told her about the fish tank.

Truth be told, I'm so done asking the universe to serve men up to me. And I really don't want this "settle down and get married" thing.

Universe, I want a three book deal. (Therefore, back to querying and this goddamn annoying, hateful synopsis. WRITING IS FUN.)

Oh, also, one more thing. Universe, I want to go to China Town this Chinese New Year and have seriously the best time ever.

Yup, I will totally take those two things from you.

And a FFVII remake.

And to go to Japan.

And a baby, someday.





And a hundred million dollars.

Let me preface this by saying that I wouldn't have gone out to watch this movie if Ewan McGregor hadn't been in it, and therefore my entire review will be colored by the fact that Ewan McGregor was in it. If I may expand on that idea a little so you know what you're getting into: I love Ewan McGregor. I would pay to watch him clean the toilet. I wish science would clone him. I would go through his garbage. I would lick his used cutlery. I SAT THROUGH "THE ISLAND."

I should also say, I read both Dan Brown novels and I know it's trendy to be like "Oh, he sucks as a novelist" but I'm not so sure. Yeah, he's not writing great literature or anything like that, but he can pace a novel like nobody's bidness and that's just something I can't do. I mean, it's not like it's Twilight or anything for godsakes. So, even if the novels were silly, plot-holey, far-fetched etc. I have to give him props because each time I read his books I found myself whipping through them. Sometimes I don't want to be challenged. Sometimes I just want to be entertained.

The movie The Da Vinci Code wasn't really inspiring. I thought it was kinda dull, but I did like how incendiary both the novel and the movie were. Anything that pisses off the church kinda gets my vote. ;D But I'm a bitch like that. One thing that bugged me about The Da Vinci Code was that here you have this code-breaker (the chick, Sophie I think her name was) who was basically raised by this secret society and who was supposed to be all smart and whatnot, but it takes the heroic Robert Langdon to tell her that the Grail was Mary Magdelaine. Hello, if even I knew that by the time I got out of high school, don't you think that this chick who was mad-genius and the granddaughter of the head of the society for the protection of the grail might have had a clue?

But! I digress. Angels and Demons, right. Well, after I had finished the book I made a huge deal out of writing about it and I had mentally cast Joaquin Phoenix as Carlo Ventresca, the Camerlengo. (THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THAT ENTRY.) And it seemed to me that even Dan Brown had cast Joaquin Phoenix as the camerlengo, because a few of the lines were eerily close to lines int he original script for "Quills." So I loved loved loved the camerlengo and I had always hoped for Joaquin to do a fake Italian accent and play him.

But instead, Ewan McGregor not bothering with a fake accent (thank god!) and the camerlengo was no longer Carlo Ventresca but rather, umm, Patrick McKenna. YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT.

Actually that wasn't the only thing that didn't match up with the book. TONS of stuff was different, (especially two very important familial relations, wtf!) but I don't feel like listing them all out. I was keen to see how they were going to make the fifth ambigram, but they didn't bother. That bugged me a little. I realize that they can't fit every little detail into the movie, but they left out a lot of things from the book that I felt were kind of redeeming to the overall plot. Oh well.

EWAN MCGREGOR.

I can't even tell you how perfect he was for this role. He plays eveyr single role with that glint in his eye. A Jedi, a snarky reporter bastard, a junkie, a clone, a hapless kidnapper, a bisexual rock star, a bisexual writer, a priest... it doesn't matter which role he takes; he has mischief in his veins and his eyes sparkle and he is really really really shiny. I would watch a whole movie about Carlo Ventresca's Patrick McKenna's entire story arc because Ewan could carry that entire character, seriously. He would make it worth it.

Here's a weird thing, and I need to cut this because it is a spoiler and even though I wasn't going to get into spoilers, this is so "me" that I'm going to do it anyway. ( Cut for spoilers. )

GOD I have issues, and they really do come out in the movies.

Well, that's how I felt about Angels and Demons, which tells you nothing of the story (fairly simplistic and predictable even if you haven't read the book,) the dialog (sort of flat, but to the point,) the acting in general (Tom Hanks playing Tom Hanks,) the cinematography (pretty,) and the soundtrack (FRIGGING COOL.) Really all it says is "I really like Ewan McGregor" but hey, that's pretty much why I went to see the damned thing.

Don't I just love that "type?" The Trickster?

Right now I'm making some tea and I'm going to put some liver-cleaning stuff, because I sat there and ate a pint of Unconditional Chocolate during the movie (EWAN MCGREGOR WAS BETTER THAN MY ICE CREAM) and now I have a pint of frigging Pomegranate Chocolate Chip and I had just better eat them both in one day this way my body can just deal with it and flush it all out. Umm, yes, that is my logic. It's not so bad to eat two pints of ice cream in one day as long as I don't do it all the time. I'm young and healthy, I can deal with it. I won't get fat or feel sick. I take really good care of myself. And I'm going to marry a Ewan clone.

We tell ourselves such monstrous lies! ^_^


ETA for TRIVIA which means nothing to anyone but me: My character Leander from my silly novels has always been based on Ewan McGregor. ^_^ In fact Shallow Grave + this photoshoot:



pretty much invented Leander.

I care, okay! ^_^

WTF?! Same to you, space! Geez, some nebulae. :/ Actually, that just demanded to be an icon, didn't it? Hmm, I thought so!

Welp, I spent a few hours today studying for tomorrow's quiz. It's my first quiz this trimester. I think it's going to be pretty hard; I was confused in class as to what was doing what to whom and why, and even studying from the book didn't necessarily clear up my confusion.

Oh my gosh, I owe a huge review of Wolverine, don't I? And I don't really have time to write a whole big thing up! I went to see it Thursday with my bestie Kim. We smuggled in ice cream and candy and got ready to watch scenes of nakie Huge JackedMan. We weren't disappointed! There definitely was a lack of clothes in some scenes. However we both agreed that he is a little too huge and maybe too veiny. I like guys who are kinda ropey with nice forearms and I kinda like prominent veins for some reason, but not when they're all bulging like they're about to explode etc. and he was definitely a little too bumpy, but yeah, the movie itself! That, too!

I mean, it was pretty good; and holy crap, why did no one tell me that David Henney's fine-ass self was in that movie? I was so happy; I love to look at him.

GAMBIT! Gambit had some of the best scenes and he actually sorta beat out Wolverine for sheer coolness, which was kind of weird.

The whole thing with the chick was just tacked on. It seemed like filler; time-filler as well as character-filler. "We need to give him depth; I know, put a tragic chick in his past." You know, that just doesn't work for me.

But the fight scenes were terrific and overall it was a fairly enjoyable ride. I'd see it again sometime for sure.

Oh! In fangirl news, NEW TAKING BACK SUNDAY SONG / VIDEO:




Okay, I just love this, and if it wasn't for me using my nice new "eff you space" icon I'd for sure be using my TBS one. OMG I have an icon conflict, I think that's a first. Anyway, this song is kind of a departure from their usual style which I loved very well--you know, dueling vocals building up to a huge climactic chorus--and which I miss. This is a new sound for them and it gets away from a formula which I admittedly adored. Yet, this is a fantastic song and I really dig it on an entirely new level. As far as the video, well I like this on many levels as well. First of all, it reminds me of the X Files aliens, or "oiliens" if anyone remembers those. Secondly and less important though admittedly a factor, Adam Lazzara? So damn weird and quirky that he's still incredibly hot. I mean I know that he's all married and has a kid and whatnot, but I'm still a girl and my eyes and sensibilities still work, so just deal with it.

I met these guys and I've seen them live a bunch of times. They are awesome. ^_^ ♥

So this all makes me happy.

Well, I'm cooking my dinner and getting ready for Kung Fu tonight. Ummm also I joined this free dating site, why I don't know, I tend to do that every three years or so, right? I hate when I do that, although it's gratifying because guys write to me, and on this site (which is totally free, WTF,) these gentlemen are for some reason ridiculously dreamy, and the dreamy guys are writing to me, wth is that about, seriously? WTH? It's just that, attractive men talking to me when they don't have to (or they're not already my good friends) is blog-worthy. ^_^

And now for the weather: IT'S DAMN CHILLY.

Okay, eggplant parm, gotta run. Later!

The weather seems to go from being effing frigid at goddamn 30 degrees, to sunny and 50-ish, within a few hours. I'm sick of it! It's time for meffing Spring to get the hell over here.

So! I completed most of my finals and I have two biggies left: A&P and Fundamentals on Saturday. A&P is 100 questions comulative and I need to finish my labs, too. Instead of studying and accomplishing this, I've been writing a damn essay about Final Fantasy VII and doing this stupid, utterly fanpeeing 20 minute video to sum up the plot.

"The phosphourous heads of the lipid bi-layer of the cell-wall are...?"

Umm, Cetra?

In other forms of personal stupidity, I have had this urge at around 10 PM every night to turn on the TV no matter what is on, and just find something to watch. I ended up watching Rescue Me, which I watched a few times when it first came out, liked it, then promptly forgot about it. I've always had such a damn crush on Denis Leary so I was like, "Let me see if he's still hot," and for the love of floppy strawberry blond hair, he still is.



Homboy definitely gets hotter as he gets older. WTF is that about? Then last night I had a stupidly inappropriate dream about him and now I feel like watching that TV show again. I love hate it when that happens!

I went jogging with Haku yesterday, and with Sano today. I really need to get Haku back in shape. He seems so deficient since his surgery and he still yipes when he overdoes it. He hasn't done his laps in freaking months and I miss it. Sano also put on about five pounds over the winter, and goodness knows that I did, too. >_< I quite like jogging, even though the cold air burns my lungs and makes them ache. In TCM wind is very bad for you, it is the king of pathogens, and other pathogens are borne on it. (I guess that's actually true, too. Oh, and slightly tangentially, here's another cool thing about TCM: Seizures in TCM are usually caused by the wind pathogen stemming from the liver. "Wind" because it's like a storm blowing around in your head. I just think it's odd that it comes from the liver, because when a dog has a seizure disorder the liver is the first place they look. Interesting.)

This winter I've been eating everything in my path like a black hole; I'm surprised I haven't swallowed light and gravity. So I've been trying to cut back at least marginally. I don't know, maybe it's stress. Some people can't eat when things get rough. I do nothing but eat, not only for comfort, but for some weird kind of affirmation. "Yup, I'm still here: look, I even require lots of fuel!"

At least tonight I have Kung Fu as well. We're doing lots of kicks in basics, and forms in blackbelt class.

Man! I have one more day of tests and then I have two weeks off. Hurray!

First let me get this out of the way: Obama releases secret Bush anti-terror memos.

The legal memos written by the Bush administration's Office of Legal Counsel show a government grappling with how to wage war on terrorism in a fast-changing world. The conclusion, reiterated in page after page of documents, was that the president had broad authority to set aside constitutional rights....

"First Amendment speech and press rights may also be subordinated to the overriding need to wage war successfully," Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo wrote, adding later: "The current campaign against terrorism may require even broader exercises of federal power domestically."

While I'm glad that this is (at least for eight years,) OVER, how the hell is it that Bush and his ilk are still making me want to tear out my hair and scream and rant and rave? GOD, I hate him and everything he stands for, hate with every darkest corner of my psyche.

*Whew!*

Anyway. So the March Lion brought me two things today,and failed to bring me other things. It brought me a snow day! HURRAY! And it brought me a viewing of House as it airs, since Kung Fu is closed tonight. Honestly I'd rather be at KF, but what the hell, you take what you can get.

So we got about 10 inches of snow in some places, and the wind blew it even higher in others. And it's still coming down. It is a true blizzard; there were moments of white-outs. Today I was craving a cupcake so hard. SO HARD. Like irrationally craving an effing chocolate cupcake. So I dug my damn car out of two feet of snow (and my Dad came by with the snow blower to really clear out a path,) and decided that I needed to go to the store today. I did need a few other things anyway that I was out of, so I figured I should just up and go. The roads were terrible (they always are,) but I made it there and I went right to the bakery. Everything there looked so beautiful and I found that it wasn't a damn cupcake I wanted, but some of their cookies. Holy crap they looked awesome. Gooey, huge, organic, freshly baked chocolate chips and chocolate chocolate chunk ones. The girl behind the counter asked what I wanted and I told her I'd have to get back to her. I wanted to finish my real shopping first and then decide.

So off I went and did my shopping. I came back to the counter and the bakery girl was nowhere to be found. I really wanted those cookies. They looked so good, but she was nowhere to be seen and I was thinking, "Maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't eat one?" I waited and waited and there was no one even to ask if I could buy something. I guess I probably just stood staring in totally mournful desire at those cookies, absolutely wistful and self-pitying because I could not get to them.

As I stood there, going up an aisle behind me was this dude, and I kid you not when I tell you that he was so drop-dead freaking gorgeous that I think I just stared, slackjawed for a second. He looked to be some kind of Native American/Asian mix and he had this shoulder-length dark brown hair and beautiful skin, not to mention being around 6'1" or something with a really cute winter hat and bulky coat that did not cover up the fact that he was that perfect combination of slender and broad.

I believe that stared at him in exactly the same way I had looked at the cookies.

Well anyway, some pictures of this March Lion. Actually, mostly of my dogs in the snow.

( This gives you an idea of how much snow there was without the wind blowing it into drifts. )

( That's outside the lower window of my bedroom. )

( I love this one of Sano; he looks like some kind of snow wolf or something. )

( Can you spot the white hound? )

( How about now? :) )

Like it or not, I totally owe another post with pictures, of stuff like Boychild's birthday, and these admittedly freaking awesome Kung Fu photo-manips I've been doing.

LOL I said "nips."

More later.

Directions: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.


skitty_kitty chose mine!

BIRDS: Oh my birdies! Every summer I get anywhere between 30-100 orphaned, injured, or otherwise debilitated baby birds, and through the year I get some adults, too. This started the very first year I worked at The Bad Place, and even though that all went to hell, I totally believe that this was one of the reasons I had to do my time there. Some of the birds end up being non-releasable and I keep them for the duration of their (often short) lives. Those become my very good friends. I've had birds missing a wing, ones who were stone blind (my sweet grackle Ray,) ones with communicable diseases (my crow who has avian pox,) and currently I have a robin with some severe neurological disorder or a brain tumor. As long as they are not in any pain, as long as they eat, drink, bathe, perch and sing, I don't euthanize them. The birdies mean so much to me.

ZOMBIES: I KILL THEM, YES. Well, in Resident Evil I kill them. I also: have nightmares about them, dress up as them, do movies about them and write stories about them. I think most stories are better with some zombie action. My own stupid novel has brain-sucking zombies in it. My first "encounter" with zombies was in the movie "Mausoleum" which still gives me the shivers to this day. I saw that crap when I was 10 and it scarred me for life. It was great!

HOT BOYS: Ahh, my husbands! You know, I couldn't probably even define for you what is "hot" to me. It's like an ever-changing paradigm. Usually I like tall, dark and weird, but there's the occasional blond beautiful boy, and holy crap am I partial to redheads. Ewan McGregor in Shallow Grave? Umm, quite possibly the hottest thing there is. Also, I tend to make a total moron of myself whenever goodlooking men are around; I know I can never measure up, so I just kind of sputter and look away. Pathetic!

HULA: Actually one of the ways in which I define myself. I started it kinda on accident back in late '98. My belly-dance teacher gave my friend and I a free Hula lesson for Christmas. She kinda never got into it, but I was hooked that very day. Since then I've been traveling all over the country, and to HI a few years ago, to study Hula, learn the language, chants, history, etc. I perform all over the damn place and it's one of my favorite things to do. Finally--FINALLY--this May, I have an official teaching job. ^_^

KUNG FU: Another self-definition thing for me. This is my therapy. I go twice a week (wish I could do all three!) and I never leave the kwon but that I feel accomplished, refreshed, young, joyful and loved. Some of my closest friends are my training brothers and sisters. In fact on Wednesday the Empress said to me, "I think that when new people come into our school, they see that we have something awesome. Not just the Kung Fu, but us. We all seem to really like each other. I think people understand that and they want to be a part of it." She is a wise young girl. The "family" aspect is a big part of Kung Fu for me. Even if the family is dysfunctional in some ways, heck, what family isn't? Anyway. Kung Fu is my fountain of health, physical, emotional and even mental. :)

Random:

The "side" effect rant! ( Clicky the cut )

And this in turn reminds me of why I'm not in Western medical school, for as much as I love it, I also hold the entire industry in dread.

Anyways, so today in A&P we got or mid-trimester reports and so far I'm pulling a 99.3 average, which rocks for me but kinda ruins the curve for some of the folks who are struggling--and I don't say that to be a bitch, but because it's true. I have someone ruining the curve for me in C&P (that is if, indeed, there is a curve in that class,) so I know it sucks. Still, A&P is by far my favorite class.

I had some time between classes today so I went upstairs on the extremely off chance that there would be some clinic student with a cancellation desperate to log some hours. Surprise of surprises, there was and I ended up getting a really good massage from Luis effing Sera, practically. Dude was very very pretty with one of those romance language accents and I hadn't exactly expected to be up there going for a free massage today or any massage at all for that matter and I felt exceedingly self conscious as I realized that A) I had not shaved my legs in about three days and B) I was wearing my ridiculous Joe Boxer underwear which are black with pink skull and crossbones and C) I was not a quarter as attractive as this dude, but hey. What can you do, after all. He kept saying things like, "AHh, now we come to the problem!" and I would think "Holy crap, he's found some awful life-threatening disease manifesting on my back!" or something but then he'd sort of semi explain what he meant, which was often something along the lines of, "your back is really overworked" or "you hold a lot of tension here." He was nice enough to do my hands because, as he said, "all the notes we have to take!" but Luis effing Sera, being left-handed himself I noticed, seemed to think I was left-handed too. Somehow that added to the cuteness. He also, halfway through, asked me very politely "If you don't mind telling me: how old are you?" Thirty six, I told him, and then waited for the silence followed by the, "...Oh. Oh!" and he didn't disappoint. However I partly dislike that reaction from attractive boys because it also means, "Gosh, I didn't know you were that old." He told me he thought I was twenty six. I thanked him. Afterwards he said to me, "You look really nice now" in that well spoken broken English and followed it with, "I'm here every Saturday" to which I absolutely refrained from answering, "Funny, ME TOO!"

So cute. Free massage from Luis effing Sera.

I'm so thirsty and it's after midnight and I'm mad tired because I got up at 7 this morning to the random screaming of my crow, just 'cause he felt like it I guess, and last night I just lay there in bed not even really thinking of anything, just utterly unable to sleep. In TCM they say that means that the Yin isn't able to cover up your Shen. My Shen was hopped on on chocolate before my Yin even hit the damn pillow, I guess.

I know I had some more dreams of full on madwhackery but damned if I can remember them.

I need to get a drink of water and try to cover up my Shen again, which is something you really don't hear every day, huh?

I get rambly when I'm tired.





ETA I told Luis I was really struggling in C&P and he said, "heheh, I failed it the first time. Many people do." I felt less bad.

Less bad? WTF. I need to go to bed.