Where is my mind?

I worked incredibly hard on my first paper for this term. It was awful to write. I had to summarize an article claiming I (generation x) was total idiot incapable of my own thoughts. It was entitle "The Real Generation gap" and was by a pompous, hypocritical idiot by the name of Marianne Jennings. Look it up if you want to be annoyed. Back to the point. I was really proud of this paper. I get it back and it seems like I did absolutely nothing right. I received an 86, but I'm disappointed.

My first Bioology test was screwed up. The teacher didn't look at it until after handing it out. A fourth of the questions were from the old book. Another part of them were from a chapter we haven't even had a lecture on yet. He lest us finish that one and we get to take a proper test on Wednesday. Thank god because I only got a 75%.

I think I'm slacking too much and it is only the fourth (?) week of classes.


The weather is starting to feel like autumn. I love this time of year. Everything looks beautiful, the air is brisk, and Halloween arrives! I love cold days because they are perfect for soft, warm blankets and good books.

My 21st birthday is in October. I think before I have too much Champagne and too many cherry bombs, I need to see Where The Wild Things Are. Have you seen the trailer? AMAZING.



I can not wait. I love it when childhood memories are done justice.

Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. I wish I could have afforded to buy her more, but hopefully she like what I could get her.

School resumes Wednesday and the timing couldn't be worse. Beatles Rock Band happens to come out the same day. I think I might just end up pulling an all-nighter. I want the remastered albums too. The box sets are all sold out, but more are being manufactured. I am a huge Beatles dork and it's sending me to the poor house.

I made the Dean's List for my first semester. I only had three classes so it isn't a big deal, but nice nonetheless. I'm taking Bio 211 and English. I am going to be swamped between writing papers and studying. I'm worried about Bio. I know I can handle it, but it is so stressful and time-consuming.

One of my patients might have had a stroke over the weekend. He had decreased motor function on one side of his face. I urged him to go to the hospital. I told me it was because of a sinus infection. I begged him. In the end I had to give up. I made my mom (and supervisor) talk to the patient. He went to the hospital after one phone conversation. I don't know if it's my age, but no one ever want to listen to me. I am so fed up with never being taken seriously.

Resident Evil 5 is such a good game.

 Metric was AMAZING! Righteous seems like the most appropriate word actually. Emily Haines remains my idol.They all basically went fucking insane on the stage, as expected, but nevertheless awesome! Hilarious banter ensued. 

"Enough love to fill up the sweet state of Ohio!"

"Am I a hippy?"

"I'd rather be a hippy than an asshole!"

They didn't play Combat Baby. Why?

Well, Brand New's new single is certainly... different. Not only does their "sound" change from album to album, so does Jesse's voice. Is that twang I hear? As this is only the third song I've heard from Daisy, who knows what the rest of it will sounds like. I think I'm liking it though. Yeah, I'm liking it. I can see myself shouting this song tomorrow in the car and totally jamming out to it, a major plus.

Work, buying Brand New tickets, Psych test, Dad's house, paperwork is what my day is going to consist of tomorrow.

I am broke. I spent all of my money on a Blackberry Tour last Wednesday instead of going to class. Luckily I'm getting a massive paycheck tomorrow. I love my phone. Years I've waited for a Blackberry and at long last, I have the perfect gadget. Worth the wait for sure.

My updates have been severely lacking. Oh well.

It was the longest car ride of my life and not only because of the distance, but also because of the incredible anticipation rising up inside of me. The breeze blowing through my hair and on my face was crisp and refreshing in the scorching heat. The music was loud and it felt like my heart was pounding to the beat of the thumping bass. Karmen and Liz are talking about some idiotic thing their father did yesterday morning, but I could care less. They look like sisters, but they sure don’t act that way. I make some sarcastic comment; get a few laughs and the conversation resumes. I drift off to sleep. It was the only thing left to do in a hot and crowded car after two days of driving.

I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but I remember that the first thing I saw when I awoke was giant banner declaring that Comic-con was starting today. It was now morning and after the tiresome drive we had finally made it to San Diego. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and chugged the last of my sugar-free Red Bull. I didn’t need the caffeine, but drank it out of habit anyways. For the next four days I would be running on pure adrenaline.

After the hassle of checking into the remarkably cheap hotel and making our way up to the room, we all collapse on the poorly made beds. The room is clean, but we all shared the feeling that there was something lurking beneath the surface and probably the bathtub drain too. Although the looks of disgust had remained on our faces, we had saved money that we desperately needed.

The convention center was chaotic, swelling with bodies in a hurry to get where they wanted to be. It was booth after booth, costume after costume, and superheroes and villains were shouting insane remarks towards each other. I’m positive that there was at least one light saber fight going on at all times. Writers and artists were gods among the fans and they were treated as such. It was easy to tell where they were at any give moment because the over-zealous crowds around them were enormous. This was the pinnacle of all geekdom and we were right at the epicenter.

By the end of the first three days we were dead tired. Our arms ached from carrying bags loaded with free trinkets booths were handing out like candy on Halloween, our feet throbbed from the constant walking, and our stomachs growled from skipping one too many meals. When we returned to our sub-standard hotel that third evening, we could have cared less about the grimy conditions. After a short siesta, it seemed that the need to fill our empty stomachs outweighed the pains echoing throughout our bodies.

Walking a few blocks, we discovered a quaint little hole-in-wall restaurant. I can’t recall the name, but I will never forget the incredible smell of something delicious wafting out through the door. As we were seated, I spied something, or someone I should say, at a delicately lit table in the corner of the dining room. Once I realized whom that someone was, my jaw dropped, my eyes lit up and grew wide, and my heart started pounding out of my chest. It was William Shatner. I didn’t see the Priceline Negotiator or even T.J. Hooker, I saw none other than James Tiberious Kirk, Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise. I tried to gain composure, but it seemed impossible. There he was, simply sitting there and enjoying dinner. As it seemed, he was an ordinary man, eating just like the rest of us. He must have witnessed our little group freak-out because as he made his way out of the restaurant, he stopped at our table. He so eloquently said, “Hello there, I’m William Shatner. I couldn’t help, but notice your Starfleet Badges there. You must be a fan of mine.”

I slowly looked around our table and realized that all three of us had forgotten to remove them from our shirts when we left the hotel. The conversation that ensued was amazing. He was charming, down to Earth, and funny at all the right times. I couldn’t believe that someone to incredibly famous could be this humble and kind.

The next day he was a special guest at the convention. The line stretched for miles is seemed, filled with eager fans full of anticipation, memorabilia shaking in their hands as they waited to meet their hero and take a little piece of him with them. Time was running out and we decided not to wait in the line, but before we left we walked by the stage and he gave the three of us a little wink and waved goodbye.

So that's my essay. I'm just over 50 words too long and don't know what to take out, or if I should just leave everything and hope for the best. What do you guys think? Any input? 

I'm going back to reading his autobiography now. I've always had a soft spot for the show, but now I'm slowly turning into a Trekie. Give me a few more months and I'll be ready to start in the third Trekies film. I just bought all three seasons of the original series on amazon and can not wait to watch them over and over again. There's also I Blu-Ray gift set of the new movie that comes complete with four replica Starfleet Badges. SO GETTING IT.

I don't remember when my last update was, but I know it's been a while. Between work, school, and a new PS3 I've been a little pre-occupied. This certainly isn't the update my journal deserves after my long absence, but right now my writing skills are being directed towards my reflective essay about the time I met William Shatner. That event hasn't exactly happened yet, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Comic-Con next year.

There has been a lot of things going on with me and there's been even more shopping. Today alone I ended up spending at least $200. I'm going to see if I can remember everything I've bought and list it later when I'm more motivated.

Can I just ask why Cartoon Network and a whole bunch of weird reality shows now? Ghost Hunters with kids? Andrew WK?

I just found out that King Of The Hill has been canceled to create room for a Family Guy spin-off. Yuck.

I love WSU radio. They have always held the number one spot programmed in my car for those rare occasions I'm stuck without my iPod and I certainly don't know what these "cd" things people talk about are. Anyways, they play Margot & The Nuclear So and So's all of the time. Now they're playing songs from Animal! too. I don't know what student has that radio show, but I hope it is a cute single boy that I can meet one day soon.

Can you smell the desperation through the internet?

I just wrote a review for something on sephora.com. Why? I don't know.

Pokemon Platinum was clearly intended to rival crack when it comes to getting hooked. They are remaking Gold and Silver and I can't wait! That exclamation point sent me into ubergeek territory.

I bought a bunch of baseball cards yesterday. I need for the boxes of 2008 series to go on sale.

There is a domestic violence issue with my favorite patient. I can't go into details, but there aren't many more things that cause me more anger and grief than that. I hope that any man that hurts a woman, let alone one as defenseless as this one, burns in hell. I hate not being able to fix things. Every time we take a step forward something cause us to take two steps back. This is the real reason I hate people, they fucking suck.

I think my distaste for people may be coming back to haunt me. I love what I do, but lately I am getting annoyed easier with patients and the teeniest little things. I get annoyed too easily anyways. I don't feel this way with all of my patients so maybe some of them are just downright annoying?

For instance, I had a mishap with a visit today and had to have a different nurse go out. I get a call about ten minutes after everything had been sorted out telling me not to send anyone out to visit. We can't really do that. I ask why and they ramble off some mediocre excuses. I ask is they have the second nurses phone number and they do. Then I get asked to call that nurse and tell them to call the patient. What is the point of that? Why? I don't understand it. This happens a lot with this patient. It sounds so insignificant, but I honestly can't figure out why they have me do this? Uh.

I am getting more visits now, which does mean a bigger paycheck. I suppose I shouldn't be complaining.

I will complain about paperwork though. I don't think I loathe anything quite so much at this point. I get it done slightly faster now, but it still takes me several hours to complete. Maybe I'm some sort of retard nurse.

I need to figure out what this "self-discipline" thing is.