Okay, so. Due to my frequent migraines, my doctor has scheduled an appointment for me for a CAT scan. That means Computed Tomography scan. It's actually called a CT, but I think CAT scan sounds funnier. Anyway, they want to check for any abnormalities, parasites, or bad chemicals in my brain. This means sticking me in an evil whirring contraption to take pictures. I think I've had something like this done once before, but I was drugged so I don't remember any of it. I presume it is going to scare the bejesus out of me however, since I am mildly claustrophobic and have a disdain for evil whirring contraptions.
and now for something completely different.... (sorry)
My aunt just bought an iphone, so she texted me yesterday about all the fancy application she has on it. I'm not a huge fan of the trend, but I texted her back saying, "Ooh, fancy pants", or that's what I meant to say. However, absent-mindedly while eating a sandwich, I forgot a word and instead sent "Ooh, pants". About an hour later a received a few question marks in my inbox. She probably thinks I'm insane again.
Oh, aaaanndd, I just recently found out that my camera, which I have been crying about being broken for almost a year, is not actually broken and I am just an idiot. I feel dumb but still happy that I can take useless pictures once again. Now I can upload pictures of my cat, drawings, feet, whatever I like.
Anyway, I hope the CAT scan goes well and I don't die. I have to go scrape Andy out of my closet before he makes friends with one of my sweaters again.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
To flee or not to flee
I come from a good family and had a fairly stable environment to grow up in. In the midst of all this normality, it was expected from me to maintain a straight path. For me, it's hard to explain why I simply cannot deal with all of it. I remember telling my friends for the past couple of years that I needed to get out of Florida. I needed to go somewhere else, I don't really think it matters where. But I just cannot justify any reason for the erratic need to flee other than it being too damn humid here. The weather is not suited for me. My Polish descent doesn't allow for sun. My skin just rejects any hope of a tan in exchange for looking like a lobster for the next week or so. Aside from weather, I truly think that I am going to go insane if I don't have a change in lifestyle, very soon.
My first choice would be either Chicago or New York, however cliched it might be to have the ambition to move to a big city. At least it's colder there, more apt for my blood, and I know a few places where I could get jobs, and I've even had an offering. I don't want to disclose what exactly it is that I do, not that it's something cool like working for the FBI or the mob or something. It's just that I don't quite have a grasp on things yet. "I have yet to gouge my path in life, yet to find my calling", whatever sugar-coated sentiment you want to call it. I'm just getting the sickening feeling that I'm going in circles, and it is impossible to get a foothold to move ahead. Once you've lived in a city for so long, you've just sucked all you can out of it and then it becomes dry soil with nothing left but for you to starve yourself on. This isn't the case for everybody; I know people who have lived in the same town their whole life, and are perfectly content. I just can't do it. I was born in Miami and lived here for more or less my entire life, and I cannot deal with this place anymore. I don't have anything to hang on to down here. I'm fairly young, not married, don't have children, and I don't have a job that I particularly care for.
But on the note of staying on a straight path, I know that my parents or family would never approve of this sort of behavior. Not having a plan or any idea what to do next, but just packing up and heading over to another corner of the country, I know it's unreasonable.
I don't think I'm the only person with this desire, I'm sure there's lots of people who think that they can be better off as long as they just go someplace else. But it's easy to get stuck in a place, even if you don't want to be. As soon as you develop a routine, you start to get sucked in, and by then, it's hard to escape. I'll probably keep saying that I'm quitting my job becauce I'm miserable, and I'm packing up and leaving. I probably also wont do it. I still have a small suitcase packed from a couple months ago when I *almost* bought a plane ticket to Newark because it was cheap and I was feeling especially impulsive. I still regret not doing it. I bet the airfare has gone up for bringing a cat.
My first choice would be either Chicago or New York, however cliched it might be to have the ambition to move to a big city. At least it's colder there, more apt for my blood, and I know a few places where I could get jobs, and I've even had an offering. I don't want to disclose what exactly it is that I do, not that it's something cool like working for the FBI or the mob or something. It's just that I don't quite have a grasp on things yet. "I have yet to gouge my path in life, yet to find my calling", whatever sugar-coated sentiment you want to call it. I'm just getting the sickening feeling that I'm going in circles, and it is impossible to get a foothold to move ahead. Once you've lived in a city for so long, you've just sucked all you can out of it and then it becomes dry soil with nothing left but for you to starve yourself on. This isn't the case for everybody; I know people who have lived in the same town their whole life, and are perfectly content. I just can't do it. I was born in Miami and lived here for more or less my entire life, and I cannot deal with this place anymore. I don't have anything to hang on to down here. I'm fairly young, not married, don't have children, and I don't have a job that I particularly care for.
But on the note of staying on a straight path, I know that my parents or family would never approve of this sort of behavior. Not having a plan or any idea what to do next, but just packing up and heading over to another corner of the country, I know it's unreasonable.
I don't think I'm the only person with this desire, I'm sure there's lots of people who think that they can be better off as long as they just go someplace else. But it's easy to get stuck in a place, even if you don't want to be. As soon as you develop a routine, you start to get sucked in, and by then, it's hard to escape. I'll probably keep saying that I'm quitting my job becauce I'm miserable, and I'm packing up and leaving. I probably also wont do it. I still have a small suitcase packed from a couple months ago when I *almost* bought a plane ticket to Newark because it was cheap and I was feeling especially impulsive. I still regret not doing it. I bet the airfare has gone up for bringing a cat.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
DMV: Seizing your sanity since 1917
Want to know what's frustrating? The DMV. Most frustrating place on the face of this god forsaken planet. That's the Department of Motor Vehicles, not the Delicious Milkshake Venue.
Incompetent reptilian women are put into employment there simply to spite the overwhelming mass of angry screaming customers flooding the 10 x 12 office. Possibly even more frustrating is trying to get a hold of these minions over the phone. Because it is impossible to reach an actual human before you spend half an hour shouting "customer service" into the phone. By that point, you've ruptured a couple organs, causing your throat to bleed and you to spew blood everywhere, all while trying to argue with a machine.
Because in Miami, no one really has to know how to drive. You just pretend to know, then crash, then die. It's part of the natural selection process here. The whole theory of "right of way"and red light, green light is just some crazy fascist ideal to keep the crazies under control. And well, we just cannot conform to that madness. It's every man for himself here, so put on those cargo shorts, and go run some shit over.
*end rant*
Incompetent reptilian women are put into employment there simply to spite the overwhelming mass of angry screaming customers flooding the 10 x 12 office. Possibly even more frustrating is trying to get a hold of these minions over the phone. Because it is impossible to reach an actual human before you spend half an hour shouting "customer service" into the phone. By that point, you've ruptured a couple organs, causing your throat to bleed and you to spew blood everywhere, all while trying to argue with a machine.
Because in Miami, no one really has to know how to drive. You just pretend to know, then crash, then die. It's part of the natural selection process here. The whole theory of "right of way"and red light, green light is just some crazy fascist ideal to keep the crazies under control. And well, we just cannot conform to that madness. It's every man for himself here, so put on those cargo shorts, and go run some shit over.
*end rant*
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
To Catch a Predator
I just got back from the bookstore where I enjoyed my regular bout of people-watching (and some reading as well).
Bookstores are glorious places, they really are. Being a reading nut, it is one of my frequent dwelling grounds. I, however, am easily distracted by the massive amount of obscurity that is circulating around me and may easily go unnoticed.
Just as a settled into a chair by the in-store coffee shop, an elderly woman with a bagel and cream cheese found a seat close by. After a couple minutes of flipping through a book, she set it open down on the table and began smothering her bagel with cream cheese. During this process, she dropped a quite nicely sized glob of cream cheese onto the open book. She froze, then quickly wiped it away, and looked up to see if anyone saw this act of deviancy. She thought she was in the clear, but I saw. She didn't know it, but I saw. Innocent old lady? I think not!
Of course she didn't want to pay for the $30 dollar book on behavioral traits of land bats, so she just pretended the whole incident didn't happen. I don't really know what the book was about, but it looked like something fancy and expensive.
Yes, it may be mundane and insignificant, and it is. But think, the next time you see a perfectly innocent, sweet old lady, you'll know the truth. She might have once dropped cream cheese into a book she didn't pay for, or something equally as horrendous.
Bookstores are glorious places, they really are. Being a reading nut, it is one of my frequent dwelling grounds. I, however, am easily distracted by the massive amount of obscurity that is circulating around me and may easily go unnoticed.
Just as a settled into a chair by the in-store coffee shop, an elderly woman with a bagel and cream cheese found a seat close by. After a couple minutes of flipping through a book, she set it open down on the table and began smothering her bagel with cream cheese. During this process, she dropped a quite nicely sized glob of cream cheese onto the open book. She froze, then quickly wiped it away, and looked up to see if anyone saw this act of deviancy. She thought she was in the clear, but I saw. She didn't know it, but I saw. Innocent old lady? I think not!
Of course she didn't want to pay for the $30 dollar book on behavioral traits of land bats, so she just pretended the whole incident didn't happen. I don't really know what the book was about, but it looked like something fancy and expensive.
Yes, it may be mundane and insignificant, and it is. But think, the next time you see a perfectly innocent, sweet old lady, you'll know the truth. She might have once dropped cream cheese into a book she didn't pay for, or something equally as horrendous.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Oh the plight of my furry friends
I wore a long sleeve turtleneck shirt yesterday while gallivanting about. I just discovered it hiding in my closet, and decided that I'd give it a chance. I hadn't worn one in quite some time and thought it would be a good idea. However, I live in Miami and it's the middle of summer, so this is clearly not a good idea.
It started off okay, since I was indoors and not out in the fiery pits of fake paradise. But after about half an hour, my throat felt like it was starting to close up. I realized then, that wearing a turtleneck shirt was a bit like being constantly strangled. After a couple of hours, I was grappling at the terrible fabric on my neck and gasping for breath. By the end of the day, I remembered why I don't wear turtleneck shirts. Maybe it's okay for some people (masochists?) but not me. So when I got home, I searched my closet for the rest of them that were in hiding (I have two in total) and cut the neck parts off of them. I then had two turtlenecks which served no use. However, being a creative person, I cut two holes in one of them and made it into a sweater for Andy (cat). He doesn't like it.
The whole turtleneck incident reminded me of caterpillars. The fat furry kind that eat mom's flowers. My mother used to routinely go outside and pluck them off the plants. But I however, being a creative person and an all around pain in the neck, decided to go and put them back on the plants. note: caterpillars were my favorite animal when I was a kid, and probably still are. I felt bad for them, mainly because the fat furry ones looked like they were wearing turtleneck sweaters. I thought of how miserable their lives must be, having to wear those sweaters all the time. My logic was that they should at least be allowed to ruin some foliage during their miserable lives. That's what I would want to do anyway, if I were forced to wear those things all the time.
It started off okay, since I was indoors and not out in the fiery pits of fake paradise. But after about half an hour, my throat felt like it was starting to close up. I realized then, that wearing a turtleneck shirt was a bit like being constantly strangled. After a couple of hours, I was grappling at the terrible fabric on my neck and gasping for breath. By the end of the day, I remembered why I don't wear turtleneck shirts. Maybe it's okay for some people (masochists?) but not me. So when I got home, I searched my closet for the rest of them that were in hiding (I have two in total) and cut the neck parts off of them. I then had two turtlenecks which served no use. However, being a creative person, I cut two holes in one of them and made it into a sweater for Andy (cat). He doesn't like it.
The whole turtleneck incident reminded me of caterpillars. The fat furry kind that eat mom's flowers. My mother used to routinely go outside and pluck them off the plants. But I however, being a creative person and an all around pain in the neck, decided to go and put them back on the plants. note: caterpillars were my favorite animal when I was a kid, and probably still are. I felt bad for them, mainly because the fat furry ones looked like they were wearing turtleneck sweaters. I thought of how miserable their lives must be, having to wear those sweaters all the time. My logic was that they should at least be allowed to ruin some foliage during their miserable lives. That's what I would want to do anyway, if I were forced to wear those things all the time.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
4 am, Lawrence Welk
This blog this is too confusing for me. I don't even know how it works.
I bet Lawrence Welk wasn't popular when he was a kid. I still wish, however, that he was still alive so I could be his friend. When I was younger, my father used to wake me up on Saturdays and make me watch re-runs of the Lawrence Welk show. I don't remember much of it, just that it was dull as lint.
It's almost 4 am, Andy is lolling about in his own private pile of cat hair, and I am researching Lawrence Welk and I don't know why. The SNL skit/parody of the Lawrence Welk show is pretty funny.
I bet most people don't know who Lawrence Welk is.
I bet Lawrence Welk wasn't popular when he was a kid. I still wish, however, that he was still alive so I could be his friend. When I was younger, my father used to wake me up on Saturdays and make me watch re-runs of the Lawrence Welk show. I don't remember much of it, just that it was dull as lint.
It's almost 4 am, Andy is lolling about in his own private pile of cat hair, and I am researching Lawrence Welk and I don't know why. The SNL skit/parody of the Lawrence Welk show is pretty funny.
I bet most people don't know who Lawrence Welk is.
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