Best inlays ever and it has a voice like an angel. Dual humbuckers don't hurt either! Just a ridiculously sexy axe. I slapped some Ernie Ball slinkies on it and it makes me <3.
Why am I always the last to find out?
Current mood: crappy
I am so sick of being blindsided with horrible news.
I am so fucking bummed out and sad right now I don't even know what to say. Life is so unfair. First, spending so much time working that I never see anyone anymore... and so miss important information, like that someone you want to see more of moved back (months ago no less) and then... I find out because they're gone again.
God Dammit.
At least Andy gave me a little bit of home when I needed it most, for that I will always be grateful. I wish I had gotten to see more of him recently... He was one of the most wonderful people I ever met. At least the last time I saw him we got to have shots and a laugh.
So, in my wanderings in facebook, I reconnected with a long lost friend. He is someone I hold very dear in my heart, and admire his artistic talents greatly. It has been a long time since I have seen his work, but he has progressed impressively and I wanted to share a few things I blatantly stole from his deviantart collection. This kid seriously kills me.
Anyway, his name is Tim Molloy, and he has the gentlest touch.
Why do all my friends from high school flock to facebook? Maybe they were right, everyone who went to college prefers facebook over myspace. But the layout is utter shot, Seriously. Not that I put a lot of effort into my profile or anything, but at least I could make it cool if I wanted to. That sort of openess to what "could be" is inherently attractive.
Oh well. Blah.
I don;t want to go to work today. WHINGE! I want beer, bitches and bling. And maybe to grab Evan's ass. Is that so much to ask.
*sigh*
I finally got a start date on the Stat lab. August 25th. Huzzah! Now, if only I can figure out when I'm going to sleep...
Girls are made of sugar and spice, infecuous disease research, chemistry and everything nice
Current mood: excited
OMG, so overwhelmed with awesomeness. First, I got the job at the stat lab making real grown up money. It's mainly chemistry (which I can get past), but there should be a good generalist component. That's a win for the resume. Today, chit chatting with Adam my chemistry guru for the next week, I convinced him that I am a wonderful candidate for his research team. What does that mean? Getting to work on infectious disease research with a marine biology spin (woot! Bringing together my two great passions), getting sweet publishing action AND, as if this deal wasn't tits already, there's a free trip to somewhere tropical to collect specimens.
I think I just pooped my pants with excitement. For serious.
As if this wasn't a dream come true... Ryan came through for me when I most needed him to. He has pulled out a great home acquiring opportunity, which is a bit further off in the distant future, but it gives me great hope for my relationship with him. I haven't seen him so excited to work towards something in ages. We even talked bathroom tile and flooring (fake hard-wood floor for ease and cheap).
I need the next 2 months to hurry up and get going, cos I have so much to look forward to I might pop with excitement!
Persistent. Demands what she feels to be her due and endeavors to maintain her position intact.
Nineveh's Stress Sources
Has an unsatisfied need to ally herself with others whose standards are as high as her own, and to stand out from the herd. This desire for preeminence isolates her and inhibits her readiness to give herself freely. While she wants to surrender and let herself go, she regards this as a weakness which must be resisted. This self-restraint, she feels, will lift her above the rank and file and ensure recognition as a unique and distinctive personality.
Nineveh's Restrained Characteristics
Trying to calm down and unwind after a period of over-agitation which has left her listless and devoid of energy. In need of peace and quiet; becomes irritable if this is denied him.
Willing to become emotionally involved as she feels rater isolated and alone. Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense, though she tries to avoid open conflict.
Feels that things stand in her way, that circumstances are forcing her to compromise and forgo some pleasures for the time being.
Nineveh's Desired Objective
Seeks an affectionate relationship, offering fulfillment and happiness. Capable of powerful emotional enthusiasm. Helpful, and willing to adapt herself if necessary to realize the bond of affection she desires. Needs the same consideration and understanding from others.
Nineveh's Actual Problem
Wants to be valued and respected, and seeks this from a close and peaceful association of mutual esteem.
Nadia made me go to the gym. How dare she make me "fit" and do this "pilates" non-sense. My ass hurts. It hurts to sit. It hurts to walk. Hell, my abs hurt so it even hurts to lie down. There is NO comfortable position in my life.
Anyway... tis time to toughen up and get used to the sight of blood and gore. Yes, it is time to transfuse and phlebot. I miss hiding in the micro lab, far away from prying eyes.
Also, I was SOCIAL last night. Yes, you heard right, I LEFT THE HOUSE> I know I know. Shocking stuff and I should have warne dyou to sit down before dropping that bomb. S&S was calling and Tima's back in town so a beer was in order. So happy Tima is back. I missed him so much. This house is so empty and big without him. So my heart is filled with joy now.
Ahhh! It's so nice an summery! I'm so excited for the nice weather, Jazz games, ice cream and capris. So far it's been rather busy and I switched work schedules (again), so I have forfeited my weekends. On the upside, it means I have afternoons off to bask in the lovely weather, which, given my lame ass lack of imagination on weekend activities, is generally a good thing. Tomorrow should be a fun day full of delicious pizza and game one of the Western Conference Finals, which will no doubt to be drunken hilarity. I should really go to inflammable sundays and let loose on my artisitc side, but I am already forseeing lots of tiredness and I need to knuckle down and do some work for my heme rotation. I lucked out and got coag rolled into urinalysis so at least I have a full week off in June and the last week off in August. Hoepfully these will be filled with cabin quading adventures, picnics at the frozen lake and the highly anticipated cruise to Alaska. *fingers crossed*. I finally got all my grades back from last semester, I kicked the crap out that stupid history class which I was kind of worried about, and made Clinical Chem and Blood Banking my bitch. Oh yeah. I know stuff. On the weight front, I finally broke through my biggest hurdle and lost the 10 lbs I needed to get under a buck fifty. This is good, I am super motivated. I just have to stick to it for another 2 months and hopefully I'll be back to my sexy, svelte self again by mid-summer. I still can't believe I let myself gain 15 shitty break up pounds, and another 10 shitty, lazy complaicent relationship pounds. On top of the pre-existing freshman 15. *sigh* It's ok, 25 is going to be a good year. Graduation is within sight for my carreer degree, applications for MT school are almost ready, I have the money references rolling in from the likes of ASCP chairpeople and dammit if I am totallyr eady for one last big push in Fall to knock out my last 2 pre-reqs. I do need to remember to get my A in G and CLEP out of that english requirement that has been the bain of my existence. Stupid lower division requirements. Soooo tired of this crap.
On a bright and cheery note, I've been talking to Chris alot which has been salvaging my will to live and restored my faith in the male species. He's such a gentleman, still a total goof ball, but the dictionary definition of a good guy. Too bad he's so far away, he's been a massive source of moral support even though I'm sure he's sick of hearing me babble about rotations and tiredness and hating sick people. But none of my other friends have really been through a similar experience and he's been comiserating like a champ.
Ryan has also been acting like a grown up lately. Which is good. I have put so much time and effort into that kid, I'm glad to see he's finally figured out what he wants to do with his life and he's really going for it. He's going to be the rich insanely powerful big shot he always said he could be, and it's been gratifying seeing him grow into his skin. He took me out for Stone Ground and ice cream yesterday and I felt like life had taken on some semblence of content normality. He's really beginning to fill the shoes of the friend I need him to be and if all compromises get seen through, then I think we can get fixed and return to the fundamental "best-friends" we need.
On a more existential note, I spoke with Amber this week. Man, I miss her so much, i hate that it takes tragedies to bring old friends together, but regardless, it was great to hear her devloping southern drawl. I will not comment on the experience of losing a brother, because that's well outside my repetoir of experience, but there's some pain that can be felt just through hearing someone's voice. There's been too many loses and in too much of a systematic pattern over the last couple of years. My comfort in knowing people are "just there", living their lives and existing is beginning to shake, and the certainties of perpetual existence are being tried by the constant stream of youthful corpses that seem to be piling up.
Finally, to wrap up this update of life and living, my cat is the master hunter and aparently has been taking torture tips from the Guantanamo set. Jesus. Seeing him murderise a field mouse kind of threw me for a loop. Sweet, gentle, attention whoring, playful Maji took no mercya n d pulled no punches. What a beast.
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