here's the lyrics to one of my two favorite songs...

How can I go home With nothing to say I know you're going to look at me that way And say what did you do out there And what did you decide You said you needed time And you had time You are a china shop And I am a bull You are really good food And I am full I guess everything is timing I guess everything's been said So I am coming home with an empty head You'll say did they love you or what I'll say they love what I do The only one who really loves me is you And you'll say girl did you kick some butt And I'll say I don't really remember But my fingers are sore And my voice is too You'll say it's really good to see you You'll say I missed you horribly You'll say let me carry that Give that to me And you will take the heavy stuff And you will drive the car And I'll look out the window making jokes About the way things are How can I go home With nothing to say I know you're going to look at me that way And say what did you do out there And what did you decide You said you needed time And you had time

I know that this means something to one of you. Sounds familiar, huh? Weird. Every once in a while I'll come across something that is so descriptive of the way it was that it's creepy sorta.

Anywho, I just got off the phone with my cousin Anne. It was really great, I found myself talking about some of the stuff that's been keeping me up at night. God, what a gift. I mean, how many people even care? And how many people can you really unburden yourself with?

So Lewis is sitting and looking down at me from this bar stool thingie. He looks ohhh so adorable. His eyes are closed and he's mellow, pretending like he's sleeping. The funny thing is though, I don't think he approves of my music. He's all cute and purry, but his ears are laid back. Psycho... I'm beginning to agree with him though, maybe Weezer'll improve the situation. Ahh, much better. The ears are locked in the forward and upright position.

So here it is Sunday night and I have to work tomorrow and I really don't want to. Huge surprise, no? The weekend off has been nice. I'm stressed, and work doesn't particularly help. But hey, it kinda makes time fly. And I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting week. Hmmm.

current music: you had time by ani difranco
current mood: melancholy (it's the song, beautiful and perfect, but reminds me of sad times)

stupid math review thingie

So I'm working on a stupid math review thingie. It's dumb because I've forgotten most of it. Like, actually forgotten, as opposed to never knew, which I suppose is worse. I've gotten 100% on all of my homeworks, fabulous, right? No! Not right now. I can't remember the crap from the beginning of the semester, or part of it anyway. So blah. No bueno. It's stressing me out so I decided to take a break. I know it's easy stuff, maybe I'm just tired from this headache I've had for the past four days. Hmm, that just might be it.

So in non-trig news...I have this coworker that I absolutely adore. I love him, I do. But it's like this: we can love our pets, we just can't LOVE our pets... 'ya gettin' me? Wink, wink, nudge nudge... yeahhhh. Egads. So I don't LOVE said coworker. On the contrary, he kind of repulses me in that way. Well I'm starting to get kinda nervous in the service because he is starting to get kinda....weird. 'Ya with me here? Jeepers. He's called me three times in the last hmmm 36 hours. This, after knowing me for well over a year and calling me I think twice. And twice he wasn't apparently calling for any real reason, 'cause he didn't leave a message. And the third time was to ask me out tonight. YIKES! I said yes because we've always been good friend and that's all...I never thought...but when Craig was hanging out with me last night and the other one rang AGAIN it kinda hit me. Hell! So then when I began to think about it I realized he's been acting weird with me for a while now. ACK! What the hell is wrong with him?! Why would he.... Ugggggggggggggggh. So now I gotta weasle out of going out. But of course I have the stupid math review thingie to think of. And hence we come full circle.

current mood: vexed
current music: God of Wine...Third Eye Blind
current weather: lovely rain and cold. Thank God something's working out right!

yay! Functional DSL!!!

I'm apologizing in advance for any typos. I have a headache, and headaches and typing are not good friends. :-P Anywho, so my dsl has been down for days. It was lame-o. But the guy came and fixed it, woohooo! Yay dsl guy! I just looked at my bank accout balance, and let me tell 'ya. If I had valium, it'd be coursing through my veins as I type. No dice, though. Ahh well. C'est la vie. So tonight I'm going to stay home, watch dvd's, knit, and relax I think. Finally. I'm beat after the week I've had. A night in sounds lovely.


*sigh*

current mood: pensive
current music: Chopin's funeral march

Are you content with your life? I mean, everyone wants to change something...but are you for the most part content with your life? Or do you spend hours wishing away the life you have and wanting another? What happens if you get to the end, look back and realize you missed out on years of your life wishing for something you never got? So how do you give up on that which you've wanted for so long? Life is like a smashing, hopefully long and rambling road trip. I feel like wishing for another life is like spending your road trip worrying about the drama at home and not enjoying where you're at. This is lame because you miss out on all the tacky roadside attractions like The Place Where You Can Drive Through The Middle Of A Tree (been there), The Biggest Ball Of Twine In Minnesota (haven't been yet), and the like. Some of the changes I desire I can make happen. This is lovely, I'm well on my way with most of them. Cool. But some of my most longed for I have no control over. Not so cool. I am going to become a physician, control is good. I want to be able to fix things, it aggravates the hell out of me when I can't get what I want for myself.

Don't get me wrong. I am happy with a lot of my life. It's just that there are certain things that are very important to me that I don't have and cannot acquire for myself. So I guess it isn't so much that I wish for another life, it's just that I wish for certain things, yes? Isn't it still time wasted though? Maybe so, but it doesn't appear to be going away any time soon. *sigh*

Doesn't it suck when you really try to do the right thing, you do your very best, and it's not enough? In fact, it's just as awful as if you hadn't tried at all?

Furthermore, I'm an idiot and didn't thaw anything for dinner. So basically what I'm looking at is asparagus that needs to be cooked before it dies, but it's waaaay too much to eat all alone. I have salmon, sounds lovely, but naturally it's frozen solid.

Hmm, looks like the good feelings I got from my walk wore off already!

I'm trying to type and the cat's trying to lick my fingers at the same time. Riggght. I need to take the dog for a walk but 'ya know what? I'm really not into it. Better do it before it get's dark, lest I get mowed down or murdered. *sigh*

So the lame meeting at work was marginally lame, but the doctor's presentation was actually really good. Keen. The whole thing wasn't nearly as terrible as I thought. *whew* I like this doctor, he's fabulous. People say he's evil, but he's never been anything but good to me. He is way involved in quality of care, lots more so than most. And he never talks to me like a moron. I appreciate that.

So I went to beverages and more, right? To get my death and taxes? Alas, they didn't have the stuff. *cries*

I want something to do tonight!!!

current music: Ja Rule and Ashanti, Always on Time

Church Organ Ladies

Uggghhhh. I went to mass with my dad tonight, it was lovely. The problem was the music. Icky, creepy, funereal (smashing word usage, no?) organ music. It was, of course, accompanied by the wavery voice of the requisite creepy old organ lady. Every church I've been to has had one. They're weird. What's their story? It seems suspiciously as though they've always been old and organ-ladyesque. I mean, were they ever young organ ladies? Maybe they just got into organ after retirement, as a hobbie. But let's face it, these chicks don't really seem the sort to have ever been out in the working force, you know? And who picks the music? Egads. It's like they purposefully choose the most difficult music to sing/play. To me, organs are like nehru jackets. In bad taste. The exception of course is the big massive scary ones they have in huge cathedrals and the like. St. Mary's Cathedral in San Francisco has a pretty darn big one. It's creepy too, organs are just way to funereal (there's that word again) for me. Ugh. That said, St. Mary's organ sounds beautiful and terribly civilized.

My father would say that it all sounds beautiful to God. I know he's right, but God I am not. The old ladies are obnoxious. And this brings me to my next gripe. It vexes me that I can't be catty and mean at church. I'm not complaining, really, it's just that I have to really actively stop myself from saying nasty things to people that irritate me. Namely, parents of ill mannered children who are allowed to climb the ceilings during mass. This evening I sat in front of a woman with approximately 18,000 children. Or 4, whatever. The two older ones were fine, but the two younger ones didn't stop talking the entire time. Part of the time the mom was talking with them, some of the time explaining what was going on, that kinda thing. I don't mind this, it's fine. But the rest of the time they were all just shmoozing. How uncivilized. I know what you're thinking...this is just another childless person without a clue. Maybe, but 'ya know what? I was a kid not too terribly long ago, and I remember that my brother and I would have been strung from the rafters if we behaved in such a manner. And we knew it. So we didn't. Imagine. Anywho, as the mass ended I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from turning 'round and saying in my best sweetly sarcastic way "hey next time, why don't you all speak a little louder through the service so the other side of the church can hear you too?" and smile brightly. I swear, anywhere else and I would have. Well, maybe not Oakland or Stockton. Okay, anywhere I wouldn't worry about violent injury. I know it's the right thing not to say anything, but damn I love to. The looks people give you are priceless. *sigh* I guess it just wasn't meant to be.

Hmmm. So I met a guy at the hardware store. Before anyone passes out, I was only there to return the steam cleaner thingie for the carpet at the old apartment. Yes, we can all rest easy tonight, I wasn't there by choice. Right, so I met this guy, his name is Marcel. He's awfully cute. And he's an EMT. Verrrrrrrry interesting. It's weird, he knows Danimal. Strange. So we're going to hang out tonight, not sure what we'll do. Maybe watch a movie...he told me where I could get Death and Taxes Ale. I was determined to get some, I've been fiending for it for approximately 4 years. It's wretchedly difficult to find. So after running my errands today and making it up to Healdsburg I remembered it. It's in Santa Rosa. Blah. Stupid commute.

I think I'm going to go email a friend that I think has given me the shaft...*raises an eyebrow*

current music: punk cover of "Every Breath You Take"

grrr! and yayyy!

Grrr! I dropped a stitch on my sweater and I can't figure out how to fix it! And yayyyy! Because I am watching my favorite episode of Ren and Stimpy EVER! Space Madness!!!!!!! Wooohooo! I've been waiting to watch this for like YEARS!!! Ohhh, gotta go, Ren's about to flip out and eat soap!

Joy!!!!!!!!!!

Hurray!!!!

Woohoo! Finally the evil dsl elves installed me back online! Smashing! So the move was EXHAUSTING! I was sore for days. But now I'm basically all set up. I need a new kitchen table and a few other smaller things, but all in all I'm done. I absolutely adore the house. It's so everything I wanted. And as if it weren't fabulous enough, I now have my parent's old wedgewood stove that I've been wanting since before Jesus was born. God, I love that stove. It's cool, makes me feel at home. The weather has been fabulous since I got here pretty much, at least a little rain every day. Yay! Today it's seeming to be steady rain...beeyooteefull.

So I finished the kitty hat. It's officially divine. Maybe I'll make a knitting blog, not that any of you psychos'd read it. I'd have to find a new blog reader base. Whatever. So I got this book, did I write about it? It's called Stitch and Bitch and it's oh so cool. It's a knitting book, yes, but they have patterns for stuff that would not be appreciated by the elderly and infirm. Yep, it's got cute little things I would actually wear, hence the oh so adorable kitty hat. For those of you not much into the whole knitting thing, which I believe is all of you, just about every book out there has patterns suitable only for oldsters and unfashionable babies. Yikes! None of that, thank you. I've been knitting for years, but I could never get beyond scarfs and simple stuff like that. I couldn't figure out how to do anything else, really. Give me a break, I'm self taught. Anywho, a girl at my work had the divine knitting book and was knitting a fabulous scarf. I was like "egads!" I immediately commandeered the book (only long enough to see how cool it was and check out the title) and the next day I was off to my new favorite store. It's this amazing little yarn store, A Good Yarn, in Healdsburg. Unnnbelievable. The rest is history. I've just started a sweater made of this incredible hand dyed merino wool. Exquisite.

Okay, enough of all this knitting baloney that you didn't much care about in the first place. *snicker* Assuming of course you cared about any of it in the first place. Teehee.

God, it's lovely to be back online. Off to my online english class.

current music: you don't want to know

JOY!!!!

Ohhhhh I am soooooooooooooooooo happy right now. No mas travajo for like ten days or something! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! It's like CHRISTMAS!!!! I stopped by Marisol's after work and brought Winston his meds. I'm so excited to finally have him. No more worrying about him, no more feeling miserable when I have to drop him off. Just one big fuzzy dog in my new house. Smashing!

Hmmm...saw Steve tonight. Verrrrrrry interesting...

Blog Inspiration

I adore my friend's blog. I think it's wonderful. He must be the most inspired blog writer ever. Where does he come up with this stuff? It's brilliant. I am in fact a smitten kitten with it. How can I not be? Especially when it says things like:

"By the way...if you ARE a short-haired brunette, just know that you rule."

I'm sure it wasn't directed at me, but come on. The man's obviously a genius.

So here's my version of what I found so inspiring on his blog:

Julie's Mood: pensive
Julie's Mood 3 Hours from Now: REM sleepy I hope
Julie's Mood 3 Days from Now: exhausted, frazzled, and hopefully not stressed out about all the moving I have left to do still.
Julie's Mood 3 Years from Now: excited at finishing pre-med (I can dream, can't I?

Brilliant, no?



So....my alleged brother has been ordered by the courts to go into treatment. I believe it's only for the drugs, but wouldn't it be nice if it was psych based to treat the schizophrenia too? And kept him as an inpatient away from my poor mom and dad for ummm... ever? And of course kept him far away from me. Then I could relax a little. I wouldn't have to worry so much about my mom and dad's safety and all they have to deal with. Yeah that'd be cool. I don't think I'm going to hold my breath on that one though....

*blissful sigh* Ahhh sleep. It's amazing what it can do. Throw in some pilates and knitting and you've cooked up a beautiful morning in Julie-Land. Sure I'm still stressed about moving and a hair melancholy, but I feel a gazillion times better anyway. *beams*

So my kitty hat is coming along swimmingly. I made a mistake in the pattern of the edge but it looks okay anyway. I think I may be able to finish it in the next couple of days. Yay! Then I think I'm going to make a bag to hold whatever project I'm working on at the moment. The yarn shop in Healdsburg is exquisite. I could spend a paycheck or ten in there. Hmmm... I require music right now...what should it be......ahhhh elation.

I can't wait 'til the moving's done. As in everything in the new house, out of the old house. I was brilliant to take the week off work. This means that aside from escuela and cleaning up this place I can take alllllll the time I want to set up my new house. Tia Marisol and I are going shopping for curtains, etc. next weekend after payday. Cool. And Sunday, after killing myself moving all day Saturday, I'm going to the cat show at the fairgrounds... Smashing. I dunno who I'm going with. Rachel, want to? Then I'm going to go get Winston and take him home. Yayyyyy! Finally. My furry little guy. He's going to be a very happy boxer. *smile*

I'm thinking of disowning Jason. He isn't helping me move. The man has been one of my best friends for hmmm...did we decide 6 years now? Whatever... A long time. And has he ever offered to help me move? Hell no. Ahh well, why start now? We're going out friday night. It should be fun. I'll laugh 'til I feel ill, just like always. Some things never change.

I'm on such a blogging kick right now. It's cool, but when I move I'm going to have to be on dial-up *shudder* until the 17th when my dsl is transferred. Will someone please explain to me how my phone will be hooked up on the 12th but the dsl can't be transferred 'til the stupid 17th? Please? *rolls eyes*

current music: Thomas O'Malley Cat...from the Aristocats of course!

I had a smarmy day today. I couldn't sleep last night for the longest time and I think I only got like three hours in all. It made me miserable, and I'm just kind of sad anyway. I probably ought to throw in the disclaimer that at least 1/3 of this is sleep deprivation. I'm still at the icky, cranky, "someone needs a nap" stage of sleep dep. If I couldn't sleep again tonight I'd be happy and punchy tomorrow. It'd be fun for sure, but let's face it, I have too much to do. Anyway, back at the point... I'm stressed to the core. I feel like I have too much to do, too little money to do it with, not enough sleep, and no one to go through it with. I understand this is going to make me sound like a loser, but ya' know what? I don't care. Sometimes I get tired of dealing with life on my own. One of my patients asked me if I was going to live by myself, and I said yes. He said I was a strong woman. Well hell yes I'm strong, and really I don't need anyone at all. But it'd be nice sometimes. Once I believed I had someone, but it turned out that right then I was more alone than I ever had been before. The difficult thing, of course, is that having felt it once I now know what I am missing. Egads.

I have an interesting job...perhaps I'm being presumptuous, but I don't think most people hear things like this from their customers... Today my patients said to me:

"I have figured out 37 ways to destroy you" (he was kidding...right?)

"you don't know evil...you still have all your fingers" (same guy)

"you make me feel good when you laugh" (not the same guy)

"I haven't seen you in your birthday suit!" (from a patient regarding a set of scrubs I ordered myself for my birthday)

I asked my first patient (and least favorite) of the day if he had been experiencing any shortness of breath. He replied "only when I see you, my dear" As I continued my assessment he answered only in song. Yes, that's right. I'd ask him if he'd had any chest pain, been to the hospital or emergency room, all that kinda stuff. And he'd sing at me. Sing at me! Ohhhhh God. *rubs eyes and shakes head sadly*

Later Marisol and I went on our break. We were unprepared as usual and had no silverware. Now I've worked a few places in my time. They've all supplied luxuries like plastic utensils, cups, and office supplies. Yes, office supplies. Well, Satellite isn't into that, really. Marisol and I decided we must not be qualified to handle or use plastic utensils in the approved manner. And office supplies? I mean, could we really be trusted to use them in proper aseptic technique? I mean my God! Cross contamination, people!!! We don't allow pockets on the lab coats and we're certainly not going to allow frivolous office supplies like pens, paper, and hole puncher thingy thing things.

Seriously. My first job in medicine was when I was 19 years old. I worked at a methadone clinic drawing the new admits' blood. Methadone, for those who don't know, is a synthetic opiate that is widely used in clinics to help drug addicts (mostly IV) get off the illegal drugs they're on. The funny thing about this is, most of the people there were still happily on their heroin. The vast majority even. Methadone, it seems, is cheaper than heroin. And not only that, but while Medi Cal won't directly pay for heroin, they will pay for methadone. So what you're looking at as the average junkie on the street is spending your SSI or welfare check on heroin and your Medi Cal dough on methadone. Nice, no? And you still have food stamps to trade for alcohol or actually eat with if you're together enough to do so. Sweet. For the junkies not fortunate (or together) enough to be approved for medi cal, there are other ways to get your state funded methadone. The drug is administered in a liquid suspension, usually some kind of icky fruit punch sorta thing. So in some places our approved junkies who have a hankering for heroin more than methadone will take the drug, hold it in their mouth, walk outside, spit it into a cup and sell it. Mmm mmm good, baby. Smaller and better run clinics don't particularly care for this, they are very careful about who gets the drug, when, how, and they make damn sure the clients swallow it before they leave the dosing window. So if you're going to a well run place, it can be very difficult to get your methadone.

The moral of this story is that it was easier for junkies to come in off the street and get something that is arguably as strong as heroin than it is for me to find a pen to chart my patients' treatments at work.

:-) G'nite seepyheads....

yayyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm moving Saturday, it's official! Smashing!!!

Miss Productivity

*sizzling sound* That's me being unbelievably functional and as such, hot. Damn-o I'm good. I think the terribly efficient student I was before I left school a couple years ago has returned under cover of night. My trig homework is done and even more shocking, my english is done. Both assignments are finished days in advance!!! Who's writing this and what has she done with Julie?!? Egads! I think we'll keep this one, Julie was too much trouble...

I just wrote a lovely essay on the deaf community versus the hearing one. I didn't try very hard. I'm assuming my half assed writing skills will be sufficient to land me an A this early in the semester. Besides, the teacher likes me. *smile* Cripes, I'd better get an A. I'd flip if I got a B....*getting nervous*

Grrr, I'm trying to download "Wheels" by Cake, but it isn't happening. Stupid winmx.... *whines* Why?!?!?!? It's downloading whatever else I ask it to. Except that Los Lobos song, I can't find it anywhere. I think I'm going to have to buy the cd for one song.

So I've decided that before I land a per diem job in Ukiah-Land I'm going to try the arguably simpler solution of cutting up my atm card. Little impulse buys add up... This'll force me to actually plan what I spend. *cries* The horrors!!!!!!!!!!

I've decided to skip the livejournal blog. This one has cooler backgrounds, and someday I'll recruit a brilliant mind to help me get a pic on.

I think I'm going to try to move this weekend maybe. That'd be cool, then I could just use my week off to put my house back together and maybe even relax! Jeepers, I'm full of crazy ideas today.

current music: Macy Gray: I Try <------exquisite piece 'o music

grrrrRRRrrrrRRRrrrrrr..............

I'm aggravated. Okay, I understand...I'm young, just starting out, all that crap. But I'm broke and it's frustrating. I work full time, go to school full time, and yet I require more money. It'd be nice to save something every now and then!! *sigh* I guess I could get a per diem job at one of the units in Ukiah........ugggghhhhhh. Like I'm not tired and stressed enough!!! And I have to keep my gpa at 4.0. So what then? *cynical snicker* It'd be like practicing for med school, only not so rewarding! It's depressing. I work my ass off, right? Dialysis isn't the easiest way in the whole wide world to make money. I actually make a pseudo decent wage...but after taxes, rent, bills, and exorbitant gas prices I'm toast. I want to save, I want to go cross country in the spring or summer, and I want an actual savings account on top of it. So what the hell do I do?

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Anais Nin (1903-1977)

yayyyy!!!

I feel better!!! Mmmmmm, no more headache. This is such a good thing. There are no words to describe the feeling of little or no pain after having it for like a week straight almost. It's like you can suddenly think again, but it's more than that. Those who doubt the existence of God have obviously never experienced migraine med injections. I feel like a new girl. This was definitely worth the five minutes of Spanish guitar. Annnnd, I'm off for like a week and a half starting next friday! Smashing, yes? God, I haven't been off in forever. Well, off from work anyway. I suppose I'm always kinda off. But delightfully so, damn it!

So last night I was too fuzzy from the migraine to write about it..but I'm not now!!! I'm going to get World of Warcraft!!! Ohhhhhhhh it's soooooo slick. Absolutely exquisite. Check out www.worldofwarcraft.com It is divine... Stunning graphics, amazing, really. It's like a whole other universe. Someone who shall remain nameless *wink* is getting it for me. Could he possibly get any cooler? I'm thinking no. He tells me that it'll kill whatever life I have. Hmmm....work, school, friends... Can I choose a specific part of my life to do away with? Work perhaps? Well maybe not all of it, just some. Or most....I did two hours last night to cover for Tom. That seemed about right...none of this 9.5 hours baloney. Yeah, that's it. I'll work a couple hours and then go play. I think so, yes.

So I'm thinking of going back to my livejournal blog. It's kinda cooler, in a way. Icons, music entries, I think I can put a pic in easier. It's like neurosurgery adding a pic on this site. Input, anyone?

Hold Music and Other Such Atrocities

Why do businesses choose the hold music they do? Some places just pick a radio station and use it. Assuming it's not a hellacious station this can be a good thing. At least there's variety. I used to work for a hospital that played classical. It was interesting because it was never anything recognizable (at least to me). It was always random bits of symphonies long ago forgotten by everyone but the hold music people. That said, it was lovely. Classical music is always a good choice, hold music or otherwise. It's timeless, mellow (for the most part), and terribly civilized. Can't go wrong.

It seems to me that there must be two trains of thought in the approach to hold music. There are those that seek to entertain and those that seek to pacify until whatever you're holding for sees fit to appear.

In the entertainment category we find the aforementioned radio station users, the evil and much feared muzak people, and in my book worst of all, those terribly vexing ads for whatever it is the business feels you must know. And yes, I am in fact aware that technically this is not music. It is, however, usually crammed between bad pieces of music/muzak, and meant to pass the time until some jerk takes up the other end of the line. Therefore, in the State of Julie, it is allowable in this context.

In the pacifying category we find the lovely classical people, very nice. We also find the world music people. How did this happen? Are other ethicities more likely to have relaxing music than we are? Why? My example de jour is Kaiser. I rang Kaiser shortly after 7 this morning to get an appointment for the headache/now migraine I've had the better part of the week. Stupid me, I'm assuming that the majority of the population is sleeping, having a leisurely breakfast, planning their weekend, I don't know. The point is I assumed they wouldn't be waiting ahead of me to talk to Kaiser. I was unfortunately mistaken. At 7 in the morning I had a 5 minute wait. What the hell is the matter with these people? Don't they value their weekends? Right, anyway....so as I wait with the countless other unwell I notice that they're playing this weird Spanish guitar thing. It was just...dumb. But you can tell that they're looking to keep people mellow so they don't scream at the RN's.

Which makes me wonder...do the pacifying music people do it for the benefit of the poor slobs on hold? Or is it for the staff having to take the slobs' calls? Whatever. I still prefer it to the entertainment people. They're fighting a long lost battle. They're like those icky, uncivilized people driving 'round with Confederate flags on their trucks. They just can't give it up. But that's another blog.

current music: Chopin's Funeral March

*sigh* So get this, I spent forevvver learning asl, right? So then, I'm discovering that many of the signs I learned, like basic ones that are a huge part of my vocabulary are wrong! Or weird or something.. Blahhh! Verrrrry frustrating. Grrr.

So I'm chatting with Spencer again, how fabulous. What a psycho....

Okay...I have to hunt for a pic...mas later..

I just read a smashing blog. I laughed. Anything that makes me laugh is beautiful in my book. And anything in my book is true. So there ya go. Anywho...said blog listed its author's dreams, or several of them anyway. Here are several of mine:
I dream of owning a 1967 silvery blue Ford Mustang with white interior, one of the only cars that ever mattered.
I dream of paying off my debts and buying two houses, one on the ocean and one in the mountains near Tahoe.
I dream of road trips across the country and beyond, taking weeks, even a month+ at a time.
I dream of composing a Great American Novel.
I dream of love.
I dream of having a couple of kids, hopefully one biologically and I dream of adopting a deaf child.
I dream of getting to medical school, surviving, and loving my work when I finish.
I dream of making enough money to retire my parents and finally giving them one less thing to worry about.

There's more, but that's for me to know and a precious few to find out....

Thank you Stacy, that was probably the best blog idea I've ever seen. :-D See? I told ya you were divine. :-P


current music: D'yer Mak'er by Zep of course...

blah. The birthday cheer wore off.

how COOL!!!!

God, I totally just had this amazingly cool im conversation with one of my two flaaaavorite radio guys ever! Isn't that slick?! It turns out he and I have the same birthday!! What a smashing birthday this is turning out to be!

WOW!

Julie says:
Hey Spencer, I understand it's your birthday? Mine too! Happy birthday to us!
Julie says:
Spencer says:
hey! happy birthday! a listener earlier shares it with us too! great day!! are you having a nice one i hope?
Julie says:
hmmm, had to wake up early for school, but so far so good! I drove out to the ocean, it was beautiful! How's yours?
Spencer says:
great! going out to dinner later with the family. hopefully will find myself an ipod, too. hehehhe. nobody has them.
LOVE the ocean on days like this.
Julie says:
*keeping my fingers crossed for you* I'm out for dinner later, too...sign me up for an ipod as well...
Spencer says:
hehehe
Spencer says:
am going to play a song for you here
Julie says:
I love the ocean any day but it was exceptional...Gods' gift to us! Have a great day
Julie says:
awww ty!
Julie says:
Spencer says:
Julie says:
lmao you're insane! I used to play with Strawberry Shortcake when I was a kid!
Julie says:
thank you, you're officially divine

Happy Birthday to Me!!!

Supplies!!!! It's my birthday!!!!!!! Woohooooo! It started a little too early, but all in all so far so good. After school I drove out to the beach and it was probably the most beautiful I've seen it in a lonnnng time. Fabulous. I took pictures of it on my phone, it's divine. Marisol, Trish, and maybe Devorah are taking me out tonight. Mmmmm cosmopolitans... *yawwwwwwwwwwwwwn* Maybe I should take a nap first....

Wonder what the groundhog will say tomorrow?