To start off on a horrible note, wow, I have just realized that there is -one- thing I can think of that I’m embarrassed about… my past relationships. I’m not embarrassed about what I’ve done or anything, but oh my gosh… Zephyr and I were just talking about this one kid that I dated, and… my. My my my. What’s wrong with me?
I’m definately not a bitter person, by the way, but I’m just saying.
guh ross. I’m such a girl. I basically just dated this kid because he was there… he was mean to me, didn’t respect me, made me think I was stupid, when I now realize that he couldn’t handle the fact that his GIRLFRIEND was smarter than he was.
Why do girls do this? I’ve done this twice in my life. One was fairly recently, and the other was my freshman year. I think both of these times, I did it because I may have been afraid of being alone? Not sure. Girls are silly. I really do enjoy singledom. You get to flirt with whoever, you don’t have to answer to anyone, etc. I don’t know why I was afraid of it.
Sidenote: Isn’t it funny how people change?
But yes, funny moments that most people would usually find embarrassing:
So today, I was carrying about 5 bags of blood back from the lab. I was really hoping I would see someone I know (like another intern, not Mrs. Helen or mum or Zephyr) so I could be like, “Oh, check it out: I’m carrying lots o’ blood.” Oh, and I was carrying a bag of platelets that kind of looked like vomit. Runny vomit. Anywho, my hands were full, and then this 7-year-old patient, totally unsupervised, comes behind me and depants me. It’s one thing to be depanted, but another to be depanted in front of an audience: a waiting room full of people, 3 nurses, a radiologist, and an old man in a wheelchair; with your hands full of blood that you can’t put down or else it’s considered contaminated. I’m standing there, arms full of blood, pants down, checkered panties showing (Zephyr has matching ones), audience gawking. Am I embarrassed? Hells no. I laugh. The old man in the wheelchair said, “I’d like to race through that checkered flag.” I just kindly asked the little girl to pull up my pants, which she did.
I mean, seriously, what would being embarrassed accomplish? Nothing.
Good thing I wasn’t going commando. Now I might be embarrassed in that case…
Yesterday I worked in Physical Therapy… I hated it. I mean, I love old people, but I seriously can’t handle being around people who can’t take care of themselves and are waiting to die. I’m just not cut out for it. But anywho, I unexpectedly saw a wrinkly old man scrotum. Yeah, it scared me a little. It’s okay in two cases:
1.) If I’m an old lady who happens to like wrinkly old man scrotum
2.) If I can prepare myself for it, like Friday when I had to change that catheter. “Okay, I’m going to pull back this sheet and see 90 year old genitalia.”
But unexpected at 17 years old? nuh uh.
But this man had Parkinson’s and he had fallen, and it took us about 20 minutes just to walk him down the hall. He sat on his bed and stated, “I give up.” Quite frankly, I think I would, too, in his case.
So working with old people is a no. I can visit them all day… I love them. I just can’t handle taking care of them. I hope I die before I’m in that kind of shape. I don’t mean to sound harsh, but it’s the truth.
So yesterday was horrible. You know how when you’re really upset, you don’t want anyone to talk to you because then you have to talk back, and you’ll start crying? Yeah. Well I had a horrible time in Calculus, then my supervisor was an hour late, and then I had to cover up someone else’s irresponsibility at work. Not only was it not my fault, but it would have hurt me if I hadn’t done something. Sometimes I don’t like my coworkers. Elana was just trying to be nice, but she said, “Liz looks sad,” and I just freaked out and started crying. I hate explaining myself in that situation, but when I don’t they think that it’s something they did.
Ashley’s got a boyfriend, Ashley’s got a boyfriend. Pumpkin pie : )
You know you want a piece. Of my pumpkin Pia.
Wow, this has been a sad and emo blog. Razor blades, anyone?
A fish swims into a concrete wall and says “dam!”.
My dad is pretty funny. Sometimes.
Oh yeah, my dentist pissed me off. I’m going to break up with him. For good. Bastard.
So Zephyr is pretty much my favourite animal. I mean best friend.
I’m totally listening to Al Greene… groovin’ music. But the song will change by the time I finish writing this.
The first cassette tape I bought: Weezer’s Blue Album
The first cassette tape I owned: I’m My Own Grandpa. Man, I loved that song. I was like, 3. Anybody else remember that song?
The first CD I bought: Spice Girls Wannabee
The first item I ever bought: This Barbie paint by numbers thing. It was the cool.
What I wore on my first day of Kindergarten: Green and white striped leggings and some green shirt with pink hearts on it. And saddle shoes. And a mullet.
My first crush:Pediatrician <3 or Zack Bucklesfrom preschool. But then when I got to kindergarten, I liked Zack Swett, and I told him that I thought he was “handsome”, and he told the teacher. I thought I was going to get in trouble. And then I remember, Max Hornov and John Sayer were my boyfriends at the same time. All of these kids, by the way, are now douchebags. Well, except Max and Pediatrician. John Sayer is the worst one. He’s just nasty.
Bekah babysits for Pediatrician. He -totally- has 3 kids now. Wow, how we all grow up. Hahah, I just remembered when I was like, 9, I’d always make sure I was wearing my training bra when I went to the doctor, so he wouldn’t think that I wasn’t “developed.” Girls are so funny : )
But like a year ago, I forgot to wear a bra. I had just gotten out of a dance class, and I was really tired and I had a meeting at school. I guess I was in kind of a rush, because I didn’t notice until I walked into the freezing cold library that I was braless. What can you do in that situation? Cross your arms and laugh.
Where should I go out for lunch tomorrow?
Zephyr and I are having a Dance In Your Underoos New Wave Dance Party. You’re invited if you aren’t morbidly obese.
So in conclusion, these are the mating rituals of the fruitfly.