Irie Enough...

I've been a lazy blogger, sorry.

I'm so in love with STP's Trippen' on a Hole in a Paper Heart. I've been listening to a lot of Leadbelly, STP, Fulcrum (a band from Littleton- the next big thing- representing the 303), and Slightly Stoopid... who might be coming to CU's annual 4/20 celebration- how sweet would that be? 

My dog (who is sleeping next to me) snores like you wouldn't believe! Can dogs have sinus issues? She now likes to sleep under the covers with her head on a pillow.... LOL

I actually cried during Obama's inaguration. I know a lot of people aren't as happy as I am-- but I don't care if he's only a figure-head, I don't care if nothing gets any better soon, I don't care. All I know is for the first time in my life, I feel a strong sense of civic pride- I helped elect this guy, and now he's in office- and I feel hopeful about the future, even though times are tough. I feel hope. 

This week I voluntered as a 'victim' for the paramedic refresher test- I was a skull fracture, open tib/fib, abrasions, bruising, bleeding, etc. It was kinda fun, but I don't think I'll have much of a career in acting. My crainial posturing sucked. LOL and no one cut my clothes off, so I think I came out about even. 

EMT class is going well, I start clinicals next week! We have the world's most irritating person in our class though- the one who asks dumb questions, and then wants the answer clarified ad infinum. You know how it goes. 

I've been getting a lot of skiing in! I think I've probably gone twice a week or so on average all season. Life is so good- I'm getting a lot better- last week we did Parsonn's Bowl & the Vasquez at WP/MJ. 

I have clinodactyl. Finally, something productive has come of my insomnia- I figured out why my little fingers curve like that! Sweet! 

Now, you may think your family is weird. You only think this because you haven't met mine yet. Unique though they may be, good bless them, I really do love them. In light of recent drama, the law has come down that I can no longer hang out with certain senior members without risking eviction and serious bodily injury. Ohhhkaaayyy. 

Microbiology, as of today, you are officially my bitch. You played a good hand, the first two times I took you, you rode my ass like I was a $20 whore and knocked me out in the 4th round. But this time, baby, I passed you! Eat your heart out microbiology, the greatest foe of my academic career, hahaha because I GOT A C! Bitch, you heard right. I've never been so damn proud of a C in my life. My goddamn lab teacher even tried to throw me under the bus to you again, by forgetting to put in my grade for my lab final (a 153 point bullet hole), but I got that shit corrected, and now officially, I have passed. Bitch, take that. 

I miss Seattle! Next time I'm up there, lets go on a long walk and burn one on the bench at Veretta Park, live on pho & Ezell's, catch the sun at Alki, and actually be able to buy real beer at the gas station. How does it get any better than that? 

**note: if (as the theory goes) the world is going to end in 2012... why are the selling survival kits? I mean, if the world is ending, there is really no surviving that... Someone explain the rationale of a survival kit to the end of the world, please.