fredericks: (IRod - Starman!)
I was supposed to have this entire week off as vacation but decided to work through Wednesday in order to save time for next year. I have no real plans for today outside of heading to the gym and maybe trying to pick up some things at the mall, but I've been up since 7 am and have done little more besides prepare and consume breakfast. Hopefully I manage to roll out of here before noon, because that's when the public school kids start getting let out of classes and bus rides start turning into performance art events ("Commentary on Life in a Sardine Tin").

Last night I went to see An Evening Without Monty Python at Town Hall. I actually wanted to skip it because I was feeling a mite burnt out the weekend before and I attempted to sell the ticket, but the transaction inconveniently fell through at the last minute. Not wanting to waste my money I decided to suck it up, leave work early, get my errands done, and then head back into the city. My seat was in the front row stage right. I was a bit concerned that I was *too* close to the stage upon taking my seat, but once the curtains rose I realized I could see everything well. QUITE well (Alan Tudyk ftw!). Monty Python humor is sort of hit-miss for me: I really liked it when I first was introduced to it back in college, but the more puerile jokes have fallen flat for me over the years - guess I can't appreciate a good cock, blowjob, or surprise cross-dressing joke anymore. This wasn't a repeat of my KitH experience where I ended up more than a little disappointed by the material, mainly because there was a liberal sprinkling of the "oldies but goodies": the Dead Parrot bit? always hilarious, and the Tourism Board monologue that never quits had us all in stitches, as Rick Holmes made his way up and down the first two rows and the aisle gamely continuing his complaints about foreign tourists. My one problem with the show was that it was relatively short an an hour and fifteen minutes (no intermission). I should have pulled out my Nano and recorded some of the bits, but I was afraid the "no recording" gestapo would haul me out. Oh well.

Okay, funny work story - we get call in the office yesterday from one of our home health aide agencies, reporting that the patient an aide was trying to see was currently on the floor of his apartment, had been there since the night prior, and the agency was asking me for permission to cut the lock of the patient's door. Seriously. Re-read the first run-on sentence of this paragraph and let me know if that makes any sense at all. At which point I tell the agency to stop dicking around and call 911, let the cops and EMTs sort out how the damn door's going to be open. We in the office were all trying to figure out how exactly they know the patient is on the floor of his apartment, so I decide to call the patient's listed telephone number. The patient picks up and, in response to my somewhat incredulous inquiry he tells me, yes, he had fallen out of his bed last night and has been on the floor since then. He obviously had access to a phone but never thought to call either his doorman or 911 to get help. He also said he was "fine", but didn't object when I told him emergency services were on his way to evaluate him - it was completely possible that he'd had a stroke or hit his head and was not oriented. Fast-forward a couple of hours and the gentlemen wasn't taken to the hospital, when I spoke with him he stated he was still feeling okay, if a little weak (I'd be weak too if I'd been stuck on the floor for 12+ hours with no water). My job? never boring.

Since my TV and movie-filled iPod managed to die a couple of weeks back (boo!) I've managed to get more reading under my belt during my commutes. I've put You Suck aside and am about 1/3 of the way through A Prayer for Owen Meany, a novel I've been meaning to read ever since I got a chance to see John Irving read an excerpt aloud at a Scholastic event (Stephen King and J.K. Rowling were also at the event - what an usual combination, no?). I might actually be able to make some headway through my "to read" pile if this keeps up.
fredericks: (Damn that hurt!)
I'm slowly recouping from a week of little sleep. One big group project was due this week and a project for Relationship Centered Comm. had to be handed in Thursday. Oh, the lack of preparation! Got an 80 in an exam I really needed to get at least an 86 on to have a chance at an A- for the class. So now I'm in a situation where I have to get 100 in order to get a 3.25 in the class for the school year. I'm entirely too tired to be upset over the huge pit I've managed to sink myself into.

Last day of OB was Friday, and that turned out to be a double shift because JCAHO is coming to investigate the hospital next week. I was in Neonatal/Postnatal for the entire 10 hours this week, but it was pretty interesting. Cute babies (I got to see a boy? with ambiguous genital organs ...poor kid), new moms all anxious, very intriguing. I don't think I want to work in OB, but it's such a great place to hang out. The instructor? Somewhat not fun. I'm going to try my darndest NOT to have her for my rotation next semester.

Finished Deathgate. Alfred love, oh yes, tons of it. Aww. I was going to go on about what I dislike about it but I'll refrain from spoilage. Into the Labyrinth is definitely my favorite book of the series, though. I should probably pick up Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell before the library starts charging me for it...but I have this stack of books that I've wanted to get through. Not to mention the new George R.R. Martin that came out last week.

I got eight hours of sleep last night but I still feel exhausted. Tired. Deep down in the soul region, even. Sweet Lawd, I cannot wait until December 24th.
fredericks: (IRod - Starman! (by LJ User daniidebrabr)
My room used to be clean. A little over two weeks ago I shuffled and sorted through all the papers lying on the floor and cluttering my desk, tied the recyclables up in a neat little bundle and put the items with personal info in a pile to be shredded. While I was tidying up my brother poked his head in and asked how long I thought it'd last. He put money on one week, I said one day. I guess we both lost, although it's still pretty sad all around.

The mess means I'm not functioning at full capacity, as my personal space is a fairly good indicator of how well I'm dealing with stressors. That being said, I'm feeling okay, and "okay" doesn't mean "omigod I feel like crap, don't talk to me, emoemoemo"; it's a genuine "I'm doing satisfactorily" [and that's not even a word, is it?]. School, usually my main source of angst, is challenging but has yet to cross the line over to torture. The first clinical practical was pass/fail, and I passed that with little problem. The first exam is this Wednesday, and I'm a little more worried about it. So worried, in fact, that I haven't sat down to seriously study since the weekend started. That will be shortly remedied.

We're a small group so we all more or less know each other and get along. I might even have found a friend, along with the queue of acquaintances I always end up making (as I sing "Everyone knows my name, but nobody knows meeeeee/ emoemoemo"). It's odd, because I spent the first couple of days of classes attracted to her and didn't want to fall into the trap of looking like an idiot around her...hence I attempted to avoid her. That plan didn't seem to work out, and she won me over to the friend side when she said that "[I'm] always smiling at everyone", a revelation since I've always heard that I rarely smile and I look too severe. We spend time together doing friend-like stuff (I take her down to the Seaport, she tells me about Chinese culture and shows me various characters, we run up and down the halls of the school singing Queen's "Best Friend", things of that nature). I'm wondering how long this will last, as I'm a creature who needs space and my friend track record is spotty.

Anywhozit, I had no class on Friday since hospital clinicals start this week and my clinical is on Monday. Friday started out with a trip to the vet to get some more pain meds for Krishna. I was stuck going with mother, since my brother was a punk and didn't want to get up early in the morning (and this wasn't even early; we left the house around 10). The vet I dealt with when I got the diagnosis wasn't there so I had to go through some hassle to get the pills, with the techs speaking to the senior vet on duty. Once that guy found out Krishna had osteosarcoma he called me into the room to attempt to explain the diagnosis and blah blah blah it's bad. I told him I knew, and then he kept pressing the point about putting Krishna down when things get bad. I got pissed (internally; I still kept my manners) and felt like he was saying I was doing Krishna a disservice by having her alive even now, which...I mean, I don't think so. Maybe I got mad because I don't know if I'll be able to say "when", and have been consciously trying to avoid the fact that I'm going to have to bring my dog in so some people who don't know her from Fefe can send her to Doggie Heaven.

I got back to the car after all of this and was fine until I talked to my mom. My mother is a (occasionally) wonderful woman, would give her right arm and left tit for her kids, but has NO IDEA how to deal with people on an emotional level. When I told her the vet said I'd have to bring Krishna in when her quality of life degenerated, she chimed in "well, she hasn't been looking good for a while now" (not true, since we left Krishna running around the yard like a damn fool) and then, when I started crying she said "you can always get another dog" which...WRONG TO SAY and not true; my folks would never allow me to get another dog once Krishna passed, since I catch enough flack for her using the backyard as a latrine. She continued, going on about how dying is a way of life and I just wanted to remind her that she never feels that way when a person she knows has died. But, you know, tears and all. And I knew it was pointless trying to talk to her.

The rest of the day found me with a major headache and a haircut. The two are unrelated, except for the fact that no one in my family noticed or commented on either. I was slightly miffed, particularly about the haircut being ignored, but I guess I should have expected as much. It's nice to not have a weight of hair on the nape of my neck and yet still be able to throw it all in a ponytail when I feel too lazy to style it (which is basically every day).

Saturday I went to Project HAPPY and instantly wished I was home. They had more than enough help there and I felt a little out-of-place. I'm not getting paid so I technically don't have to go anymore, but, you know. I ended up staying only until 12:30 and calling it a day. First I said I wasn't going to go back at all. I was all resolute...until I ran into one of the kids I worked with last year. She'd arrived late and didn't get time in the bowling alley. She ended up going down there as I was heading up the stairs in the opposite direction, to leave. When I told her I was going she made this sad face only kids and pets can muster, and then asked if I was going to come back next week. Before I stopped myself I said "sure". Annoyed grunt. I also told the assisting director I'd be back, all the while NOT wanting to come back. I guess I'll decide how I feel on the matter come next Thursday.

On the way back from PH I finished Anansi Boys. Cute tale, and I got a kick out of all the West Indian references. I'm trying to push the book onto my mother, but my aunt expressed interest once she found out Anansi was in it ("I thought that was only a Trinidadian thing") and that there was WI stuff in it. I may find some Gaiman converts yet. What was with the lime joke? I kept feeling like I missed something. Oh well.

I should be sleeping, since I do have to wake up early for church. I keep meaning to write about it, but, you know - slippery mind and all.

Whee! One-hit wonderage!


Aug. 6th, 2005 12:18 pm
fredericks: (Zoe and...Mal???? (by LJ User Blackperso)
Whoa. A TV ad ran this morning for the release of the Thundercats S1 box set. I was shocked (shocked!) that they had the budget and balls to do something like that. The PTB are banking on Thundercat's cult following to pay for all the publicity, I guess. I'll never forget when Thundercats and He-Man started playing on Cartoon Network. High School. Sophmore year. We were in...chem lab, I think, and we were all buzzing about it. Then they aired and we realized how hokey both shows were.

My TB test mark still hasn't gone down. It's cute, in a bacterial-infection looks-a-little-like-a-large-hickey sort of way.

New book I'm reading is Conspiracy of Fools by Kurt Eichenwald, about the whole Enron debacle. It's imposingly large but it's finally clearing up for me what the hell Enron did and why it flopped so hideously. I've found myself re-reading pages and mumbling to myself while in public in an attempt to keep everything straight, which is telling and more than a little embarrassing. But...JESUS, that is some fracked up shiite.

Queen's "Somebody To Love" keeps running through my head. Along with Tool's "Hooker With A Penis". Someone should do a mash-up of the two. Oops. My brain is already on it.

Gah. Am I really that bad? Fuck you, buddy.
And I still want a pair of 501s.

Tori Amos was really great back when she was Delight. I realized when I started really listening to the songs on Little Earthquakes that, oh crap!, these things make sense. And they're *awesome*. Last album of hers I listened to was Choirgirl. I wish she'd make sense again.
fredericks: (Ted Laid Out (if you know the artist ple)
In the mail came my revised financial aid statement from Pace, the statement whose reception I've been dreading for roughly a month. I opened the envelope and found...that it was the same thing that I got last time. Oh, but they did manage to add an extra $75 dollars, which I received from TAP. Surreal. I'm pretty sure it's still incorrect, but I have an almost Pavlovian fear of the black pen of the FinAid people. It would be great if I got the same amount of money that I see here, but when's the last time things worked out the way I wanted them to? The good/bad news is that I have to wait until Tuesday to see them. I'm not sure if I my stomach can take much more of this.

Today's baseball night. For the first time in years we're heading to a Mets game. And on Fireworks Night, no less. Tickets costing what they do, mom could only secure nosebleed seats for us, meaning we'll have a grand old time dodging and weaving the rockets as they go up. I do love sitting in the way ups, though. You can do a hell of a lot more goofing around up there, I think. God. It's been so long since either of the New York teams caught my eye, I don't even know what the starting line up is. I guess I should remedy that.

My youngest brothers are at the age where they want to socialize all the time. Of course, for their generation, most of this socialization occurs via the internet and the telephone. The two of them, at this very moment, are vying over who should be on the phone. As far as I can tell both of them have been on it for an ungodly amount of time for the day. It'd be amusing if I didn't hear every ten minutes "Get off the phone, dumbass! I got off for you!" "Shut up!", etc etc etc.
What the hell, it's amusing because of that.

On the book front, I finished both Lost Souls and Drawing Blood. I liked them, but Drawing Blood was more random with the secondary characters. Brite's calling card, I guess, is setting threads in motion and weaving them together slowly until the climax of the work. Blood had weaker threads and the storyline involving one of the main characters proved a distraction. But otherwise, good times. Next is Brite's Wormwood (not a continuation of either the Ghost/Steve or the Trevor/Zach stories, unfortunately) and Sarah Schulman's Rat Bohemia, an excerpt of which I read in my Gay Lit. class and that has managed to stick with me.

I've spent the day so far cleaning up dog upchuck and poop, de-shelling and seasoning shrimp, cleaning the kitchen, and watching NewsRadio. Fun. Well, that last part was fun. The first thing? not so much.


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