tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80364642456085139202012-01-30T13:08:55.643-05:00The thoughts and meanderings of Mel.Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.comBlogger1451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-37016099676048837132010-01-04T03:33:00.012-05:002010-01-04T04:37:23.919-05:00

I can say with about 96% certainty that my first favorite live-action show was Hercules: The Legendary Journeys. What can I say? It was epic when I was a kid.So, what is it that still makes me love the show? I'm not sure. Perhaps it's the mythical Greek setting (though, admittedly, it's not very accurate) or the witty banter. Or maybe, it's the lovable cast of characters throughout the series,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-33352819238972395132009-12-02T18:09:00.002-05:002009-12-02T18:21:26.127-05:00

Finally! Good news has arrived!In the form of a job, not in my career. *Technically*, I don't have it, yet. I still have to go for an interview and pass the background check (which I will). But the person in charge said she would hire me if I pass it, so, I am tentatively optimistic about the situation. Granted, it's not an x-ray position, which I would like much, much more, but it's a start. It

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-76557169352361469062009-11-29T18:01:00.003-05:002009-11-29T18:16:16.951-05:00

The hunt for a job, that is.I would have hoped that an Associates degree would be a better aid for job-finding that it has thus far proven. Granted, it certainly doesn't help that a lot of places want their x-ray techs already experienced or able to work in multiple imaging modalities. Oh, and there's the state certification thing. Yep. AND my BLS/CPR expired last month. The irony of the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-53741067740666382132009-05-28T23:28:00.001-04:002009-05-28T23:30:18.087-04:00

Behold what happens when you give a bored person internet access...

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-37506470799852027942009-05-19T00:10:00.002-04:002009-05-19T00:56:45.595-04:00

So, I keep posting after midnight. Last night, I changed the date and time, but tonight I am just too lazy.I am romantically frustrated just now. Apparently, Hugh Grant has a greater impact on me than I thought. I got to thinking about how beautiful and charming Hugh seemed and from there I began to think of all the beautiful and charming men NOT in my life, making me acutely aware of my chronic

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-42049888102299910082009-05-17T23:27:00.001-04:002009-05-18T00:39:03.698-04:00

I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but my favorite author is Jim Butcher. (Ask who and I'll smack ya.)Come on, people! THE Jim Butcher! Author of the Dresden Files series? Or maybe you're more into high fantasy, in which case the Codex Alera?...Man, I am sorely disappointed in you guys.Jim Butcher is, in my humble opinion, one of the most brilliant and witty writers today. His

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-62020460333128810792009-05-16T22:44:00.003-04:002009-05-16T23:13:56.422-04:00

Considering the number of times I have tried to keep this thing up, one would think I'd have given up by now. But no. Here I am, once again, giving it yet another go. Likely, this will be the only post for another several months, but I suppose that's okay. It's my blog, after all. I'm writing for me.Life post-graduation, thus far, isn't much different than it was before graduation. This, no doubt

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-91325255402178538742009-04-24T18:21:00.003-04:002009-04-24T20:26:15.587-04:00

Portableweight: ~ 1000 lbs, give or take -VS-Melweight: ...considerably lessGirl meets PortableDeath by Portable

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-35073259541434700712009-04-05T01:22:00.006-04:002009-04-05T01:36:00.992-04:00

I took a Harry Potter character quiz with the following results. I was... surprised. Me, Ron? Didn't see that coming. >.- I'm rather bossy, actually, so I would have thought Hermione, maybe, but never Ron. Hmm... Strange. Very strange. You Scored as Ron WeasleyYou often feel like second best and as a result don't have an awful lot of self confidence, but a truer more

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-23280257837049050002009-03-05T21:52:00.002-05:002009-03-05T22:19:20.964-05:00

I can't seem to make heads or tails of them. Or rather, one in particular, at the moment. Let's call him 'WN' for his school and occupation. WN works as a nursing assistant on the fifth floor of the hospital at which I am still enslaved serving patient food trays. He is also studying nursing at one of the local universities.At first, he was just another face in the blur of time which passes

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-90674701858202224982009-02-28T23:55:00.002-05:002009-02-28T23:59:21.896-05:00

That's right. As of today, February 28, 2009, I, Mel, am 22 years of age.Wow. I actually survived this long without any major mishaps. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. *scratches head* I guess it all depends how one considers fullness of life. In any case, I'm pretty happy with things just the way they are for the moment. Perhaps 22 will bring me a beautiful romance or any number of

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-86602995984635071652009-02-27T21:11:00.002-05:002009-02-27T21:18:49.037-05:00

Sad, though it may seem, that (*points to title*) just so happens to be the foremost thought on my mind:"Biiiiiiig suckeeeeeeeeer. ^^ MMmmmmmmm.... Biiiiig suuuuuuuuuucker..."It's not entirely my fault, though. Someone left two nearly-palm-sized heart suckers in the lobby and wrote 'free' on them. Naturally, I'm gonna claim one. Especially since suckers are, in fact, a greater weakness of mine

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-65606696015116914992009-02-13T14:33:00.002-05:002009-02-13T14:42:54.917-05:00

... for a time.I can't believe that it has been since before Christmas that I last updated this. Insanity. Granted, considering I have once more been sidetracked by Asian dramas (Mmm... hott Asian guys... ^^) and have therefore been neglecting everything, not the least of which being my WIP fics, it isn't much of a surprise.In recent news, Collene the Compaq's harddrive finally kicked it on

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-19721307262807786272008-12-17T10:37:00.002-05:002008-12-17T10:45:49.985-05:00

I. Am. Wired.And tired. Really, really tired.How the heck does that one work? O.o !!Within the past 9 hours alone, I have consumed more than 70 ounces of caffeinated beverages. As I type this, I keep having to go back for more per usual, because with the combo of sleep-deprivation and over-caffeination, I can't type worth hell. Seriously. I want to jump up and start dancing on the airport seating

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-69394573449007278572008-12-14T20:43:00.004-05:002008-12-14T21:01:45.125-05:00

It would be funny, you know--a 21-year-old hiding documents and stuff on her computer, removing any ready evidence of disapproved stuff from site, wondering if she found an obscure enough place to put it all. It'd be funny... if it weren't for the fact that I really can't trust my parents to allow me to make my own choices.It'd be funny if I hadn't already been once before threatened with having

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-1459882265171348262008-12-14T03:02:00.004-05:002008-12-14T03:07:05.862-05:00

I discovered said evil quite some time ago and I keep coming back to them like a dog to its vomit. Gross likening, I know, but very apt--I suck at room escape games.My newest conquest (with a teensy bit of assistance)? Escape the Health Center!I must admit... the nurse scares me! Creepy woman. *shakes head*I was going to put it here on my blog, but the music was just too irritating to have to

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-79453600940346752042008-12-11T23:03:00.002-05:002008-12-11T23:09:11.880-05:00

Well, finals for this semester are finally over and done with and a thing of the past--for which I am most grateful. Seriously, my senioritis has gotten BAD.Now it's break! Wonderful, beautiful break (except the cold part). I now have time to write fics and sleep odd hours and do other various activities. ...until I go home. Who knows how much freedom I will have.I love my parents, honest. But

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-11771126367760374302008-12-11T00:07:00.003-05:002008-12-11T00:31:07.945-05:00

I...have shadows in my past. I can talk about them and soon be okay. But sometimes, at those vulnerable moments when I do, I wonder if I am okay or if maybe I've learned too well to drive them back to the recesses of my mind.I...would sooner speak to entertain than delve into those deeper topics which I often muse. Too many the people who don't even hear the words I say--why wast my

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-35707386799090269672008-12-04T12:05:00.001-05:002008-12-04T12:06:31.911-05:00

I'm here for you, girl. You'll pull through this.*HUGS*

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-23684388891723234672008-11-18T23:23:00.002-05:002008-11-18T23:35:35.997-05:00

My ability to focus is shot. Has to be. In finishing my paper on Sunday, I thought I was gonna go right out of mind--I'm just not meant to sit and focus for such an extended period of time. As proof, I had the first headache I ever recall having when not ill that night. Not a bad one, but enough to keep me from being able to fall asleep so that I actually took some Tylonel. Lest that sounds oh,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-10715804045033279932008-11-15T20:57:00.003-05:002008-11-15T21:25:51.801-05:00

I got out of bed this morning at around 11 or so fully aware that there was but one thing at the top of my "To Do" list: work on my research paper. Let me tell you, there is no better way to get me to do everything else that I've been procrastinating on than to present me with a time-consuming homework protect that has to be done.With my paper due on Tuesday and only this weekend, really, to work

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-76424731924547933042008-11-01T18:06:00.002-04:002008-11-01T18:35:39.590-04:00

After... however long it's been since my last update, I figured it was about time I got on here and updated.Update #1: As of Monday October 27th, DW and I have switched to "just friends" status. He's a nice guy--a great guy, even--but not my cup of mojo.Update #2: I'm currently working on an SG-1 fanfic and I am trying to get an original short published. I'll let you know how the latter goes, as

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-3797661262102525352008-09-28T22:58:00.002-04:002008-09-28T23:06:04.055-04:00

Last night, DW and I went to a play. It was such a great play. It's called "Outward Bound" and let me tell you, it was profound. And funny. It was awesome. Unfortunately, I had forgotten about a slight detail about the evening... restaurants close around 10. The play ended at 10:30. So, since we couldn't go and sit somewhere nice, we got Wendy's drive-through and ended up eating it on the trunk

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-69416160079347308002008-09-21T23:08:00.004-04:002008-09-21T23:32:20.211-04:00

I have gotten more exposure to naked bodies in the past year of being in a medical program and working in a hospital than I have gotten in my entire previous life. Like tonight, for instance. I walk into a room to deliver a patient's tray and the guy is using his urinal. And it's never a young, good-looking guy (except once; his back was turned) - it's always the old wrinkly ones. I think I'm

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-38620981803459534532008-09-19T23:42:00.001-04:002008-09-19T23:42:47.094-04:00

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-41883888873752418692008-09-15T22:40:00.004-04:002008-09-16T11:38:04.095-04:00

As of an hour or so ago, I am no longer single. DW and I have officially started a relationship. A lucky day this has been indeed. No clinicals, I got my homework done, and I'm now with someone who I think is very ideal for me.I am happy.PS: So much for "too early to jump into anything," huh?

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-63346054434524431922008-09-15T08:34:00.004-04:002008-09-16T11:37:30.990-04:00

Good morning! An early post in honor of the good news today. Because of the havoc Ike has wrought here in Ohio, the persistent bastard, classes and clinicals have been canceled for the day (go, Ike). Not that I would've been able to make it as nearly every gas station is down or out of gas and I don't have enough to make it. Driving around this morning, I saw a fair bit of destruction. Maybe

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-45604403294530582442008-09-12T22:22:00.002-04:002008-09-12T22:38:10.077-04:00

I know that no one room in the x-ray department at my clinical site is *mine*, but having my classmate camping back there studying makes me feel that he's encroaching on my territory. I mean, for a whole semester, I was the only student here, the ER room was my space, to a large degree, but now... Now, there are two students and the other one likes to park HIS stuff in MY territory. Punk.The

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-64137222709247180032008-09-09T14:38:00.004-04:002008-09-09T14:58:01.296-04:00

... or so my roommate, Al, wrote on our white board in big black letters surrounded by a red box. Ha ha. Yeah, that's funny. (sneeze) True, I did call in sick and play hooky from clinicals yesterday, but I was feeling much better by the time she'd written that. Today, however... I seem to have taken a step back. No headache, no sore throat, but I do have a bit of nasal congestion accompanied with

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-9957438525247199562008-09-08T12:11:00.004-04:002008-09-08T12:35:57.938-04:00

Ordinarily, I wouldn't be posting a blog at this time of day on a Monday. Ordinarily, I'd be in clinicals. Today, however, I woke up with what I was fairly certain was a sore throat and since patients are usually already immunocompromised, I figured it'd be better NOT to expose them to my germy self. So, I called in sick.On Saturday, I went with a few friends to the Greek festival in town. There

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-42490144145748963542008-08-08T23:44:00.002-04:002008-08-08T23:59:02.412-04:00

If all of my "syndromes" were actual ailments, I'd be in a pretty sorry state, I think. The condition that I wish to declare that I suffer from this time is JOMS or "Just One More" Syndrome. Think about it a bit and you'll know what I mean. Lots of people suffer from JOMS, whether it be telling yourself "just one more cookie, then I'll stop," or the irresistible urge to have just one more glimpse

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-86019365406403138092008-08-04T22:59:00.002-04:002008-08-04T23:41:44.126-04:00

Mondays are never that fun at my job because of all the patients returning after the weekend, but tonight? Tonight was like a free trip to hell.It always starts innocently enough. Almost nothing for about 15-30 minutes so that it seems I might actually get everything done before our designated clock-out time. Then the first shoe drops and before I can comprehend what is happening it's a whole

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-22967952950321474742008-08-02T06:16:00.003-04:002008-08-02T06:48:02.753-04:00

I've been thinking about it with greater frequency, lately. In my lifetime, I've only known two people who have died. The one was a woman who I could not see eye to eye with though someone we were able to maintain some sort of mutual respect (for lack of a better word). She passed away several years ago. The other person was my grandmother, who died on July 24th.What I know of her, she seemed an

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-67943581186343145242008-07-26T14:26:00.003-04:002008-07-26T14:37:05.133-04:00

"Room Service"--the new patient food delivery system in the hospital where I work--can all too often be likened to Peace Negotiations. Only, the thing is, you're a pathetic little mouse marching alone into a frickin' army of starved alley cats and the only hidey-holes are big enough for a creature but half your size. Not only are the felines well equipped to tear you to shreds, but their allies (

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-2030476106587007852008-07-24T12:00:00.004-04:002008-07-24T13:28:12.545-04:00

Among the shows I have recently perused (and by "perused" I really mean "watched in their entirety, neglecting such trivial things as food and sleep") were two shows based off of a manga by the name of Hana Kimi by Hisaya Nakajo.* * *The Japanese version takes place in a boys' high school, which is attended by nothing but good looking guys (to which I shan't protest *happy sigh*). Into this

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-3848096861434991792008-07-23T15:09:00.005-04:002008-07-23T20:19:54.783-04:00

Love is a strange animal. People are willing to do all sorts of unseemly things for the sake of it or fall into all sorts of sorry states all because of the lack thereof. It isn't an emotion based on any kind of logic, really, it would seem. It is powerful enough to overcome race and status and all else, yet it is still frail enough to be shattered by the smallest misunderstanding. While being a

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-83697373744930770052008-07-22T23:04:00.004-04:002008-07-23T00:08:40.986-04:00

While the title of this post might sound like my usual fanciful, dreamy, waxing-on-philosophical self, it is actually the title of a show I just finished watching. To be more precise, a Taiwanese drama.***Desperate to save her dying brother, Ren Jie, a young woman barely able to make ends meet as she drifts from job to job, agrees to pose as the missing daughter of Zhou Xinlei's (Leilei) recently

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-12788546254936673732008-07-21T12:15:00.002-04:002008-07-21T12:35:02.950-04:00

Mel, here, reporting for my near-monthly-sometimes-more-often-uselessly-less update! My life is about as dull as it's always been, but there have been a great number of things I've been meaning to post about. (Granted, I don't recall what most of them are, but neh.) A good number of them involve the posting of pictures and since I haven't gotten around to moving said pictures from my camera to my

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-17584738847469773892008-06-18T23:20:00.002-04:002008-06-18T23:30:45.999-04:00

"Thank you, ma'am.""Ma'am, is there anything you need help with?""Pardon me, ma'am...""Ma'am, could I get some creamer for my coffee?"At first glance, one probably wouldn't find anything odd about the above sentences, but hearing that word always sets alarms off in my head. Thought #1: "Ma'am?!" Thought #2: "Do I look old enough to be called ma'am?!??"It just seems very strange to me. Shouldn't I

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-77648646991038435842008-06-16T09:43:00.003-04:002008-07-21T12:16:14.959-04:00

All too gladly, I played the fool. Too willingly did I trust. I should have known better, of course--such things just don't happen to me--but, I guess, for all my talk, my heart was vulnerable. And yet, it was a gentle let-down, and swift. Perhaps it should have crippled me, but instead, it gave me strength, it gave me confidence. Such things don't happen to me? But, there had been evidence

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-7174285662044862752008-05-17T23:52:00.002-04:002008-05-18T00:18:18.187-04:00

Anyone who read my May 4th post may have noticed, as Lysambre so kindly pointed out, that I used the word "xenophobic" out of context. Some might find it odd that I did so knowing quite well that that wasn't quite what I was wanting to say, but it's the truth. See, I'm one of those English speakers that abuses the language to the point that, at times, it gets to be twisted up like a pretzel. In

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-17913386570477059602008-05-12T14:15:00.004-04:002008-05-12T15:06:06.470-04:00

After a long, LOOOOOOOOONG delay, Deeds and Musings presents:Adventures in Dorm Living"Flynn! Fly-ynn!" There was a pounding at the door separating my room from the wild, blue yonder... better known as my college's dormitory. It wasn't a large dorm--only three floors, three halls on each. Second floor and Three South were the men's residence, while Three East and West and Fourth floor were

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-79922352069149681502008-05-06T21:08:00.003-04:002008-05-06T21:26:29.872-04:00

Or so says Benjamin Franklin. My personal experience, however, shows that such an endeavor scarcely makes a lick of difference.Sunday night, in preparation of school the following day and due to the fact that I was, in fact, tired, and my roommate had already retired, I was in bed and ready to sleep by 10PM. All was going well and good... that is, until shortly after 11 I aroused uncertain of the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-86959799441039847112008-05-04T19:13:00.005-04:002008-05-04T19:54:05.457-04:00

To be honest, I've been a bit xenophobic lately, at least so far as having my picture taken is concerned, due to how cruddy my complexion's been. But, I have finally gotten around to sharing some piccies with my glasses (which, as you may or may not recall, I acquired in August of last year). Still no picture of my car, The (also acquired in August), but the year isn't over yet.In other news, the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-50658474149516035802008-05-02T23:04:00.002-04:002008-05-02T23:15:32.147-04:00

It happens about once a year, with varying degrees of pain involved, but it is virtually inevitable. Approximately once a year, I nick myself with the razor while shaving. One time, back in high school, I took a neat strip of skin off my ankle after changing the razor head. The recollection still makes me cringe... and I have a scar a full inch in length to assure that I never forget the stunning

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-82830614325064746742008-04-30T23:30:00.002-04:002008-04-30T23:47:12.942-04:00

I can't believe that it has been since February 11th since I've last updated! I didn't even drop by for my own birthday! What kind of blogger am I, anyway? I guess it's about I declared myself still alive, huh? I don't really have much an excuse, either, since last semester was fairly light as far as classes go.Lately, I've been reading a lot of manga and watching almost as much anime. In

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-13856646376455951682008-02-11T10:52:00.000-05:002008-02-11T10:53:09.837-05:00

I'm in love!!!

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-75064728317035201572008-02-07T23:56:00.000-05:002008-02-08T00:14:50.313-05:00

Ever have those moments when you say something and a split-second later you wanna smack yourself? Do you find yourself blushing often when you make a blunder in public? Well, you may suffer from FIMS, also known as OMIF Syndrome.FIMS stand for Foot-in-mouth Syndrome. (OMIF = Open-Mouth-Insert-Foot.)Common symptoms include, but are not limited to: red face, stammering, feeling like a complete

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-10837090073177380372008-02-06T22:21:00.000-05:002008-02-06T22:43:48.793-05:00

Okay. I admit it--I've been a naughty, naughty blog-keeper! I was doing so well, too, and then I just stopped writing! I honestly don't know how some people do it, keeping a blog every, single day! Perhaps I'm simply not motivated enough? *shrugs* Well, we'll give it another go. Who wants to offer me a prize if I post everyday for a month? Hmm? Anybody? Anybody?!No takers?How sad. -I have a bit

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-44968613417177692322008-01-31T23:49:00.000-05:002008-02-01T00:11:07.150-05:00

Adopted into a family with loving parents and a doting brother, McKenzi Morgan has always seemed bright and highly imaginative. Shortly after their parents' tragic death, however, a teenage Kenz begins to present with the symptoms of multiple psychoses. Her brother Ryan refuses to accept the doctors' diagnoses, though, insisting that his sister is merely suffering from the trauma of losing their

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-47199550314306680842008-01-30T23:59:00.000-05:002008-01-31T00:35:40.858-05:00

Have you ever believed one thing and found out that wasn't quite the truth? For instance, have you ever believed that you merely had a small crush on someone only to find that it was much larger than you had professed? *raises hand* I have.Today, I finally got around to asking Boy-Who-Sits-Next-to-Me-Class if what I'd heard about him being engaged was true...... it was. I think I pulled off the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-52354778413177140972008-01-29T23:17:00.000-05:002008-02-06T22:20:44.231-05:00

There are few moments in television that actually get to me emotionally. I mean, yeah, I throw myself into my favorite shows with zealous, giggling over my favorite ships or whimpering in sympathy for hurting characters or laughing outright at those "dog-gone-it" moments. For the most part, though, there are seldom moments that actually make me want to cry. A large part of it is that I seldom cry

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-48500421049862879502008-01-28T23:40:00.000-05:002008-01-28T23:53:07.689-05:00

For the most part, today was good--a nice, typical Monday. Not a whole lot going on, really. Upon arriving at work, however, my boss (one of them, anyhow) asked if she could speak to me for a moment. Apparently, one of the new team leaders decided to tell her that we had had an altercation. Apparently, I was asked to wash the coffee pots and refused to do so. A claim which I naturally denied so

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-69980610257111899692008-01-27T10:57:00.000-05:002008-01-27T23:56:48.655-05:00

I've been putting off doing my FAFSA (for financial aid) for about a month now. My biggest excuse? I can't complete my FAFSA until I file my tax return! Well, I've gotten just about all of my W2's, so I started filing my tax return earlier. Oh, how tedious! I thought I would get it done, but then I discovered that there is a good possibility I could get a return on what I've paid towards my

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-44392012495536298622008-01-26T10:57:00.000-05:002008-01-27T23:55:53.976-05:00

After getting up as late as humanly possible (Okay, okay, as late as Mel-ishly possible!), I got on my computer and started working away at a fanvid I'd begun many moons ago. It's a Jack and Daniel centered one with clips from Meridian (5x21) and Abyss (6x06). I'm now about a third of the way through the song instead of just 1/5 or so.Early on, while I was showering, in fact, one of my coworkers

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-27020128333740512132008-01-25T22:57:00.000-05:002008-01-26T00:40:32.939-05:00

Yesterday, I decided that I was too lazy to get completely dressed just to have to change my clothes in a few hours when I got ready to go to clinicals. So, I put on my tank top that I was going to wear under my scrub top and secured one of my two wrap-around skirts about my waist.Oh. My. Goodness! I never knew that a skirt, of all things could be so comfortable! For anyone who doesn't know me (

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-27855572337726582132008-01-24T22:32:00.000-05:002008-01-25T03:01:31.921-05:00

I was working away at clinicals when a woman came in for a hip series. She made me think of a gypsy, truth be told, with long, wavy, black hair and dark eyes accompanied by shrewd, yet somehow gentle features. She was about average height, I would say, and she wore a long tunic top over a long-sleeved shirt and spandex pants.Anyhow, I had her lay down on the table and took the exposures, with

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-80657718481993519292008-01-23T22:54:00.000-05:002008-01-26T00:41:19.127-05:00

It's easy to forget.I'm young. My life is full of things that are mundane, routine, happy, and even frivolous. I have it good. It's easy to forget how fleeting it all can be.Tonight, I was reminded.I was working when she came through the door from one of the hallways, pushing a cart which carried two vases of wilting flowers. I walked right past her, not more than two feet away, and that simple

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-2471826476760859272008-01-22T01:06:00.001-05:002008-01-22T01:39:19.032-05:00

Piece. Of. Crap. A new favorite saying of mine, each word separated. Really, I say it a lot. Usually when the situation elicits such an utterance.For some strange reason, my DVD player won't always play sound in my right headphone. I thought maybe it was my headphones, so I got a new pair. Guess what? The right headphone doesn't ever work with that pair.Piece. Of. Crap.On the up side, my old pair

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-74966691675050935132008-01-20T04:32:00.000-05:002008-01-20T05:11:58.390-05:00

4:57 AMTo some, that time won't mean much. In fact, I would hope that that time wouldn't mean much to any of you. Unfortunately, I know that to some of you, it does. For me, right now, it's the current time at which I'm still awake.It's probably reckless of me. True, I don't have any school tomorrow, but I do have a ten-hour work day today. So, why on God's green Earth am I still conscious? Well,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-56772808993948974012008-01-16T14:38:00.000-05:002008-01-16T14:58:09.147-05:00

And no, that is not a cry of pain, but one of extreme aggravation.It's distracting.Utterly.Completely.Distracting.And for those of you about to throttle me for an explanation, I'll tell you what "it" is...It's DISTRACTING, that's what!!!!!!!It's payback for something I've done in the past, no doubt. Maybe those hearts I so carelessly broke in middle school (8th, 9th grade). Or maybe those cookies

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-27447616826340073132007-12-19T03:55:00.000-05:002007-12-19T03:56:44.265-05:00

I'm heading home for a week, so I won't be online much, if at all. Merry Christmas, every--some madness to follow. Oh, and keep your fingers crossed for someone for me to flirt with on the plane!!!Lotsa lovin',~Mel*

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-61455132865212360812007-12-09T23:31:00.000-05:002007-12-09T23:47:49.956-05:00

First off, I dressed up for the reception of a couple of friends of mine. Since I'm rarely so glamorous, I took pictures. Here's my favorite:And, to kick off finals, I died my hair mahogany. I like the results! What's the verdict? Yae or Nay?Before:After:

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Betcha thought I was gonna miss a week, huh? Well... technically, I *did* forget, but since I don't have clinicals again until tomorrow, I figured this'd count for next week. Once might wonder why it even matters to a procrastinatory creature like me whether or not I skip a week of sharing mostly dried-up and dull accounts of procedures I got to help out on but didn't actually perform. Here's the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-89293052015742727052007-11-11T14:51:00.001-05:002007-11-11T14:51:32.027-05:00

Six days. I have survived six whole days of waking before the sun and spending eight hours at a clinical site. Wow. I have to say that other than the fact that clinical days start so danged early (at present), my least favorite part is slow drivers. You'd think that at seven in the morning, there would be fewer people on the roads. Okay, I would think so because I'd rather be in bed. Anyhow, I

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-1785133779082801602007-11-08T18:56:00.000-05:002007-11-11T13:40:49.303-05:00

The following is a forward I received only God knows how long ago:EMBARRASSING MEDICAL EXAMS 1. A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, Lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs -- and I was in the wrong one. ~Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-62460139910028797842007-11-03T18:14:00.000-04:002007-11-03T18:56:17.598-04:00

I stood, transfixed, watching in morbid fascination as the doctor used his tools to tear the fatty tissue away from the gallbladder in search of the cystic duct. Blood trickled from an accidental tear in a blood vessel as the surgeon continued his task. For a moment (and several more that would follow intermittently afterwards), I wondered if I was getting into the wrong career.What, you might

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-75413091475087161532007-10-27T21:28:00.000-04:002007-10-27T22:11:22.276-04:00

Oh, so a lot of exciting occurrences this week. Well, sorta. As you all might have guessed from the title of this post, I started clinicals this week. It's so nice to finally be able to use what I've learned in an actual setting. I mean, it's one thing to position a classmate's hand on an image receptor (the thing that holds the film for a radiograph aka x-ray) and have the teacher tell you the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-34206611402176781812007-10-20T15:30:00.000-04:002007-10-20T15:49:57.972-04:00

I know that there had been about two months before clinicals started and a fall break about a week or two before that, but suddenly, clinicals start Tuesday and fall break (all four days of it [/sarcasm]) was last weekend. Hmm... I must have blinked.As predicted, I have gotten over my crush on Boy-Who-Notices-Not. I've heard he's attached to someone and I'm just not that interested in him anymore

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-79332500115554614692007-09-20T23:49:00.000-04:002007-09-21T00:18:58.982-04:00

Ulgh! That about sums up my physical well-being at the moment: Ulgh! So, a few days ago, I developed a sore throat, for lack of a better description--it felt like a bloody cotton ball at the back of my throat--after that, I got a headache, then a motion-exacerbated headache, and finally (inevitably) came the stuffed-up nose and cough. I'd been doing so well! Hadn't been sick (except for a few

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-33484249672916180512007-09-12T10:19:00.000-04:002007-09-12T10:38:11.000-04:00

Well, maybe not exclusively, but I have been doing a fair amount of it. Fortunately, my classes are actually interesting. I wouldn't say that any of them are really hard, per se, but then again.... it *is* only the third week of school.My life isn't entirely without distractions--recently, I've been reading the Dresden Files. Haven't been able to finish the first book yet because of school and

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-7673872726730176062007-08-30T22:17:00.000-04:002007-08-30T22:34:48.378-04:00

So today we had the rest of our orientation for our Practicums (for the radiologic technology program I just started for those who haven't been keeping up--shame on you!). I admit to having a felt a bit drowsy and I was somewhere between dozing off and wondering if the guy beside actually *noticed* I was beside him or if I was just the gal he dissected a rat with in A&P last summer semester that

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-87205142885820620562007-08-28T23:01:00.000-04:002007-08-28T23:18:09.639-04:00

I think I've developed an allergy to Ohioan bugs. Seriously--I get bit and it's like insta-mini-welt! The welts do go away, though, if I don't scratch 'em. It takes about a week for some of them to disappear.Classes are going good so far. Too early, though. And there's some nice cute guys around here--I got one of 'em to say he'd save me a seat in class tomorrow! But alas... he's younger than me!

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-57451246143285906262007-08-27T22:05:00.001-04:002007-08-27T22:31:46.232-04:00

The awesomely cool Joe Mallozzi shared this on his blog and I just *knew* I had to put it on mine as well!Since this post is entitled "Had to Post it," regard a few more of my online favorites:People Watching by Tipper (SGA)Whose Death is it, Anyway? by Fyre (H:TLJ)Steadfast by JosephineLL (SG-1)Battlefields by Ellen Caldera (SG-1)That's it for this post. Night, all!

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-74526772855091794512007-08-26T22:03:00.000-04:002007-08-26T22:07:15.168-04:00

I think one time I did a blog on MySpace entitled "The Night Before Finals" and I rewrote a bit of the poem. Not going to tonight, though. Too lazy. That, and I have got to go to bed soon as I do, in fact, have classes tomorrow, the first of which is at 8:00AM. Add to that the fact that I'm already tired and this is me saying good night!

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-31834468165167466972007-08-25T18:49:00.000-04:002007-08-25T19:15:00.355-04:00

Nine minus one plus three does not equal (as some may be mislead to believe) eleven. Not always. Not where I work, anyway. Sometimes it might equal eight while other days it might equal twelve. One day last week, I took nine trays to the ICU's. One of the recipients was NPO (nothing by mouth), so I brought one tray back with me. Later, I delivered three late trays to the ICU's. So... straight

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-82045027002395505732007-08-05T03:28:00.000-04:002007-08-05T04:17:16.222-04:00

Tonight, I went out to a night club with a couple of my friends (code-named) Scarlet and Kyle.We started out at a place called the Pearl. The first thing to occur was the guy at the door squinted at my ID, figured out that I was only 20 and stamped both my hands with the same word: VIRGIN. My question is: How the hell would he know?? The music was okay (as in mediocre), but being as there was

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-70886021514703839242007-07-30T22:50:00.000-04:002007-07-30T23:46:25.576-04:00

Well--there have actually been occurrences happening in the realm of Mel!!!Friday, I got some temporary plum highlights. I was dubious, but I really like them! I might get some permanent ones the same color. Or maybe red. What's the verdict??Yesterday (Sunday, that is), Michelle, a new friend of mine, came up from Cincinnati and we viewed several episodes of SGA and I was introduced to her "

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-68786614806287261872007-07-26T13:25:00.000-04:002007-07-26T13:27:55.291-04:00

Okay, so I don't usually embed stuff, 'cause it makes my page slower and since my computer is *already* slow...This song, though... wow. It'd take too long for me to explain--just listen, k?

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I awoke to the sound of something being done on the floor below me. Or maybe more accurately, something in the ceiling of the floor below me. In fact, it could quite possibly have been outside, but in was reverberating in the bottom of the right (upon entering) wall of my room. What was it? *shrugs* I dunno. If it weren't for the fact that I really should've been up already, anyway, I probably

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-64283043529496276602007-07-14T00:52:00.000-04:002007-07-14T00:58:26.125-04:00

I know. I know--it's been summer for some time, now, but since I've been doing summer semester for school, it didn't really count. Well, not as far as having a break goes. Today was the last day of semester. I don't have school again for at least five weeks or so. Oh, thank God!Pretty much everyone will be going elsewhere for break, however. It might prove to be a lonely hiatus. Though,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-40895028155063816012007-07-05T08:42:00.000-04:002007-07-05T09:41:15.783-04:00

'Tis a beautiful day here.. . .Okay, that's a lie. It's cloudy, drizzly, and 70 degrees Fahrenheit. But, despite the fact that I was awake until 6am writing the paper I had all semester to work on (What? Me, procrastinate??), I'm still cheerful. It's probably directly linked to my constantly high optimism levels.I have come to the opinion that Richard Dean Anderson has one of the warmest smiles

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-49273861773158933892007-06-30T00:41:00.000-04:002007-06-30T01:43:35.093-04:00

Well, well, well.... Here I am again and I have absolutely no clue what I'm going to share with ya'll. I suppose I'll start with a few things about my new-ish job, since that is a fairly fresh topic. After about a month, I finally got my keys! That's right--no longer must I recruit someone to let me in and out of the things I need to get in and out of. I now have a key to the diet offices, the

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-6871452912027697662007-06-18T21:30:00.000-04:002007-06-18T22:01:32.450-04:00

All you handsome, rich, young bachelors out there nearly lost your chances to win my affections forever about a week ago. "How?" you gasp, perplexed that your fondest hopes were so nearly dashed. Well... the guy had an accent! AND he was a gentleman! The combination is almost entirely irresistible. Fortunately for all of you, you needn't get all heart-broken because I came to my senses just in

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-76089009093672534552007-06-13T15:37:00.000-04:002007-09-12T10:39:33.652-04:00

Growing up, I never really had any "favorite actors" or the such--for cryin' out loud, I couldn't tell you who played in what if my life depended on it! (And, though, I can pick out the works of several of whom I'm a fan, this is still largely true. TV shows... I'm best with picking out the actors from TV shows...) Anyhow, this here post is dedicated to my first favorite actor--listen carefully,

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-29046259768049460362007-06-10T23:10:00.001-04:002007-06-10T23:20:36.430-04:00

Thanks to the love and support of we obsessed--er, I mean loyal fans, Rodney McKay won a Spacey for Favorite Character and Stargate Atlantis won for Favorite TV Show!!! When I found out, I raced out to the lobby excitedly informed the people sitting there who were trying to watch a movie, waited for my supremely fast (yes, faster than McKay) and near-incoherent burst to be translated by one of

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-14813859033231490402007-06-09T15:32:00.000-04:002007-06-09T17:09:15.296-04:00

Some of my thoughts about and in response to Amararti's blog post, found here: http://amararti.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendship.htmlFriend. Comrade. Companion. Kindred Spirit. Solomon once wrote that "there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." Wise man, that.My definition of "friend" isn't so loose as it once was. As a child and even an adolescent, I believed that best friends could be

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-34892308044518098782007-06-07T22:47:00.000-04:002007-06-07T22:55:13.887-04:00

I'm talking to my fellow countrymen, in particular. Atlantis ratings are down. Writer Joe Mallozzi (http://josephmallozzi.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-7-2007.html), while he is still optimistic about the show being picked up for a 5th season, admits that these lower ratings might seal Stargate's fate. Like him, however, I believe that we fan can make a difference these next three weeks. Tune in--

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-21686261534255722072007-06-05T23:38:00.000-04:002007-06-05T23:40:09.520-04:00

Hello!Just a real quick post to share my vid for the McKay contest with ya'll.

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People can be... frustrating at times.I wrote this small script-let for the McKay Video Contest on YouTube and I recruited all my friends to play a part and then the day we were gonna film, my McKay was AWOL and then later I discovered that the others didn't want to do it anymore (not that they probably wanted to before the fact) because, and I quote, "You'll make us look bad. We're not... actors

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-66106759505838871802007-05-29T23:40:00.000-04:002007-05-30T00:08:10.419-04:00

Before I go, since it's apparent my posting has become infrequent, I wish to dedicate a post to a rediscovered anime series: Ranma 1/2.Having been unfortunate enough to fall into on of the cursed springs in China's Jusenkyo (Cursed Springs Village), Ranma Saotome must now live with the misfortune of turning into a girl whenever he is splashed with cold water.Fortunately for him, hot water is all

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-14117612258118939792007-05-29T23:20:00.001-04:002007-05-29T23:34:53.123-04:00

Well, I figured I'd best get in here and post before I forget.Today was my first day of work--which consisted of me trailing along behind one of the other hostesses (people who deliver to and pick up trays from patients' rooms) like some sort of ghost and pushing the cart the trays were carried on. Tomorrow, I have actual training, so hopefully, I'll get to do more. The worst part about a new

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-8398422233544199692007-05-22T22:10:00.000-04:002007-05-22T22:12:57.288-04:00

Here is a friend's vid for the SGA video challenge.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzBHTr6a42YRate and comment!!

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-16988692278501349322007-05-22T21:53:00.000-04:002007-05-22T22:09:46.536-04:00

I spent the greater portion of the last two days in the general job orientation for those newly employed at the hospital. I still have other stuff, but that should be the bulk of it. However, I just found out that I am susceptible to Rubeola (10 day measles), which means I have to go get another shot. Oh, the joys. Though, I have to say that, thus far, TB shots are the worst.Yesterday, which was

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-83206026877231445592007-05-20T17:55:00.000-04:002007-05-20T18:17:57.369-04:00

It would appear that my posts are becoming infrequent. Oh well--it was bound to happen. I never have kept up with much in the way of journals (I have several partially full to attest to that fact). Especially since at the current time my life isn't all that interesting.Let's see... I could tell you that it's a drowsy day here in Ohio. Birds are chirping, but it's overcast with a slight breeze

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-86315827948351862892007-05-17T19:22:00.000-04:002007-05-17T19:38:50.084-04:00

I just rediscovered a series I watched on VHS from the video store when I was younger: Ranma 1/2. I also think I just figured out what the title fully means. Ranma is a 16 or 17 year old Japanese boy, I believe, who was unfortunate enough to fall into a curse lake while studying some form of martial arts in China with his father. Whoever falls into one of the lakes, turns into whatever last

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-18529942029161961452007-05-15T23:05:00.000-04:002007-05-15T23:12:03.622-04:00

A quick note, as I must get back to studying so that I might soon get on to sleeping. We just had what one of my friends calls a "goose-drowning," where the sky just opens up and pours for no longer than 5-8 minutes before slowing up. Granted, it can continue to rain at a lesser capacity, but while it's pouring... oh, gosh, I love the rain!!! It's also thundering and lightening out there. I love

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-41295066496549517502007-05-14T22:40:00.000-04:002007-05-14T23:10:39.527-04:00

First: I've literally been attempting (with arguably little effort, I confess) to get my open-book quiz completed for the last couple of hours. I would've made a lot more progress, but I discovered that some horrible insect that I let in through the window decided the fish tank was a good place for its spawn, so I stopped to clean it out. Granted, Doc might die of Ph-shock because I changed all

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-89049766512207003302007-05-14T00:21:00.001-04:002007-05-14T00:56:43.740-04:00

My room smells like citrus. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, it just... does. Well, actually, that's not entirely true. It's smells like citrus because I ate a grapefruit earlier this evening and the peelings are still in the room in my garbage can. I don't really notice it much when I'm just sitting here, but when I step out and then come back it, it's very distinct. Doubtless, I'll have

Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05166508892659313725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8036464245608513920.post-21420084285573965642007-05-10T00:17:00.000-04:002007-05-10T00:36:17.864-04:00

Cruel and unusual punishment.And what would that be, you might ask? Pretests!!! I swear, it's like a slap to the brain for not already knowing what you're enrolled in a new class to learn! Though, I entirely expected to be more familiar with A&P II topics than I was. Fortunately, ignorance does not hurt my grade at this juncture. (Though, I did get all but one question on my Human Growth and

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