March: A Little Bit of This, and a Little Bit of That

[Edit]: I have Twitter now. I don't even know what it's used for, who uses it, how it's supposed to be used, and why people use it. I just got it because everyone seems to have it, and I didn't want to feel left out. People ask me all of the time if I have it; and now that I do, I don't remember who these people are. It kind of defeats the purpose, I know. So if you were one of those people who suggested that I get it, or if you have it and want to add me (that's how it works, right? You add people and read their posts, or something like that?), then add me on Twitter: dr_apple_scruff. I also just figured out how to add my Twitter updates on this thing. I assume that one update will be on there for a long time. We'll see though.*

It's been nearly a month since I last updated. I'm just going to type up a few stories that I remember from the past month.

I. City of Austin parking ticket

I got a $25 ticket from some douche bag parking queer who works for the city of Austin. The funny thing (not in the haha way, but more in the that's-pretty-freaking-stupid way) about it all is that I was in the freaking car when he wrote me up. I parked on University in a no parking zone, which was located right behind a parking zone. It wasn't permanent since I was just there to wait for Andrea while she finished class. Besides, the no parking zone was on a corner, completely out of the way of everything else. A couple of cars even pulled up behind me a few times. No biggie.

A car that was parked in front of me in the parking zone actually left while I was waiting. I almost pulled into the empty spot, but decided not to since like I said, I was just waiting. And of course, the one time I decide to be nice, I get a fucking ticket for it. I even approached the meter officer (meter butler?) and informed him I was in the car the entire time. He was an asshole and said he couldn't do anything about it because he already wrote me up. What a fucker.

I called the city and asked them how I could contest the ticket. The guy was super nice to me (and gay...not that it was relevant, but I thought I'd throw it in anyway) and told me to just go to the court and do it since it was the fastest way. So, we went. It was scary. Nothing but lots of Mexicans...like, the stoop labor kind. The security guard (who was black...again, not that it was relevant, but I am always curious to know what ethnicity people are) thought we graduated high school from Austin High or something together. Not the case since I graduated from some other shit high school that's about two hours away from here. When I walked through the metal detector, he said something really casually, borderline inappropriate (perhaps it wouldn't be inappropriate if I knew him), to me.

The hearing officer (a Mexican) failed to dismiss my ticket. He said I broke the law, a law that apparently doesn't care about exceptions. I explained what happened, and he was just apathetic to the situation. I even told him that the sign simply said no parking, not no parking AND no standing, which is what I was doing. He didn't care. What made it worse was his God awful stupid analogy. He said that even if my own mother was dying and I was driving her to the ER, I couldn't park my car along the hospital's curb for the doctors and nurses to take her in since it is a no parking zone. So pretty much, I'd have to park my car in the already full parking lot. After driving around a few times on the ground floor of the lot, I'd have to drive to the next level for a vacant spot, and then another level if there wasn't a spot there either, take the elevator to the ER, find a gurney or wheelchair, and push my mother to the nurse liaison. He told me that if I parked my car on the no parking zone of a hospital's curb, no matter the circumstance, even if it was to bring my dying mother to the ER, I'd be breaking the law and could be penalized. That made me so mad. Who the hell says something like that?

I wanted to tell him that I hope his mother dies that way. I didn't though, of course. All of the appeals are taped. I didn't want that recorded. But really though, I hope that happens to him. Either that, or I hope I'm the doctor on call when they come in. I'll be waiting on the curb with the gurney. When they pull up to the curb, I'll refuse service and tell him to park his car since he's violating state law. He'll probably yell that it's an emergency, but I'll tell him that it's the law. If he's already breaking the law, and I'm helping someone who's breaking the law, then that means I'm breaking the law. I wouldn't want that to happen again.

Karma's a bitch though, right? Sometimes literally.


II. St. Ed's $25 parking ticket

Yeah, I got this the very NEXT day. This was just stupid too. Some officer gave me a ticket for improperly displaying my parking permit. For some reason, St. Ed's has sticker permits that you're supposed to put on the outside of the rear window. That's just stupid. All normal schools have those permits that hang from your rear view mirror. I put my St. Ed's permit on the inside of my rear window. I do this because it allows me to easily transfer it from car to car. Andrea and I carpool to school. Sometimes we take her truck, sometimes we take my SUV. So, of course, we need easily transferable permits.

And to appeal parking violations here, you have to call and make a court appointment. You have to appear in front of the school court. What the hell? Maybe I'm just spoiled to some of UT's reasonable techniques; for example, how to appeal parking violations. At UT, we could appeal it online. We just had to fill out a form online, type in our side of the story/what actually happened, and then they reply in a timely fashion whether they believe you or not. Really simple. I wish the same was used at St. Ed's. Oh no.

They sent me an e-appeal form. I already filled it out and sent it back. They bubbled me in to appear in student government court sometime next month. So lame. I should write a brief before I appear in court, put on a suit, and present it.

I have a feeling that they're not going to waiver this either. In that case, I'm going to continue my refusal to pay $25. It wasn't like the officer didn't see my permit. He did. So, what's the matter? I paid $85 to park on campus, and now I'm charged another $25 for parking in a spot I'm allowed to park in since I already paid for it? I don't think so.


III. Andrea's glasses

I stepped on them yesterday morning. They were on the floor, underneath a blanket! How the hell was I supposed to know they were there? She put them there, instead of putting them, oh, I don't know, anywhere else but the floor. The right lens is cracked, and she can't really see through it.
We're due to get new glasses anyway, so I guess it doesn't really matter. We went to the optometrist over Spring Break and got new prescriptions, so we're going relatively soon for new ones. I've had my glasses for five years, so my eyes definitely deserve new ones, even though the doctor said my prescription barely changed. What? I still don't get that. I can't see the board when I sit in the front row.

IV. Spring Break

It was lame...much like this description of it. We didn't do anything but go home to Kerrville and then come back to Austin a few days before we had to go back to school. My highlight was going to the dentist and eye doctor. No, wait...I have a story that happened over Spring Break.


V. Denny is a psycho

I highly doubt that I ever mentioned Denny. I'm sure this was because he never surfaced enough in my life that he was ever worth mentioning to anybody. Let me give you a quick rundown of who Denny is.

I met him a few years back when I was still with Mark. He and Denny worked together. I think Denny was a contractor or something of the kind, I'm not so sure now, nor is it relevant to the story. But when I would go out to lunch with Mark, Denny was sometimes there to join us. When I would occasionally visit Mark at work, Denny was sometimes there, and we'd say hello. Denny and I had a lot to talk about, mainly because we grew up in the same parts of Texas (although, he has a heavy Southern drawl, and I still don't. He thinks it's because I purposely talk fast to avoid it ever coming out. Apparently, he thinks I do have one when I speak slowly...kind of like Andrew...but they're both idiots, so this can't be true) and because we're both Republicans. I think I've seen Denny a total of ten times, if that. Denny moved to Llano when he and Mark finished whatever project, and that was also around the same time Mark and I broke up. That was the last time I spoke/heard of/thought of Denny.

Until recently.

I got a text during work (I don't think I mentioned this either. It will be VI) from an Austin number, asking if this was still my number. I texted back and asked who it was. It was Denny, and he was just wondering if I still had the same number. We exchanged numbers because Mark would leave his phone at the office when we went out, and we'd have to get a hold of Denny to tell him where to meet us, etc. Anyhow, I texted Denny back and told him that I had the same number, etc. We texted back and forth very innocently, no biggie.

Then he asked me if I was still with Mark. That should've been my red flag, but nope. When I told him that we broke up years ago, Denny got a little weird on me. He told me that for the longest time, he's had the biggest crush on me...even when I was with Mark. That's why he was always there at lunch. He'd ask Mark if it was okay to tag along since he had no plans; but in actuality, he just used that as an excuse to see and talk to me. He even said that while they were working on site, he'd look at every girl that would pass by, hoping that it was me. What the?

He went on to say that he still feels the same way towards me. He's had girlfriends since we've known each other, but they don't challenge him enough, etc. I told him that he was being ridiculous since we don't even know each other. He agreed and said that it was frustrating for him to be so attracted to me when he barely knows me and barely remembers what I look like. He said it caused him physical pain, and he used that excuse to explain why he wants to see me. If he sees me and spends time with me, then his frustration will go away since it'll verify his feelings for me. What on Earth? I told him that it was a weird situation for me since he is/was friends with Mark, and I just wanted to avoid all potential problems and awkwardness with that. He didn't seem to understand anything.

He proposed to come up to Austin to take me out to dinner to show me that it wouldn't be awkward. He was already in town to cash a check in and wanted to meet up. I refused. Not flat out. I told him that I was working late, which wasn't true. He suggested that we meet up in Fredericksburg, which is a little town I go through on my way to Kerrville, during my Spring Break. I believe it's about a 40-minute drive away from where Denny currently resides. I told him that we'd see.

Then on Monday of my Spring Break, I finally decide to head back to Kerrville. I told him that I was going to Fred and had to pop in Wal-Mart to check if they had some movies that Andrea wanted. We have a Wal-Mart in Kerrville, but it's out of my way. The one in Fred is on my way, so I thought I'd just drop by there. Two hours after I send that text, he texts me and asks where I am. I tell him that I'm still in Austin, and he says that he's already here. Here? Yeah, at the Wal-Mart in Fredericksburg. I asked him why he was there, and he replies with, "Because you told me to be here." What?! I told him that I was going to Wal-Mart, and he interpreted it as an invitation. I apologized to him for the misunderstanding and told him that's not what I meant. He said it was fine because he had to go into the store any way to get a few things. Pft.

Nearly two hours later after that text conversation (so, four hours from the first text to him saying that I was going to drop by Wal-Mart), I arrive in Fred. I parked into Wal-Mart's parking lot and headed toward the store. As I'm walking through the parking lot towards the store, I see Denny about fifteen feet away from me, walking the opposite direction. I quickly turned my head 90 degrees to the left and kept walking. I didn't know what to do. I kind of freaked and just turned my head to avoid him. I mean, c'mon...the guy waited nearly four hours? That's just creepy. He didn't see me though because he was looking down at his cell phone, texting, while walking. Five seconds later, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I quickly went inside the store and checked the message. It said that he had to go back to Wal-Mart because he forgot to get something, but he was on his way to his car because he forgot his wallet; and that since he's already here, we can meet up. He told me that he was going to wait for me outside on the bench. Yeah right.

I ran through the store to check on those DVDs. They didn't have them, so I bought roses for Mom since I hate leaving a store empty handed. I left the store from a different exit and headed back to my car. Once I was in there, I decided to text Denny to tell him that I wasn't going to Wal-Mart anymore. But in the midst of texting, my phone automatically died. What did I do? Well, I knew I had two options. I could either walk over to him and just do it, or I could just drive back to Kerrville. I did the latter, of course.

I didn't get home till an hour or so later because I had a few errands to run before going to the house. I plugged my phone into the charger and discovered that I had about seven missed calls and eight texts from Denny. The majority of them were "Where are you? I've been waiting forever," and "Did you stand me up again? This makes me so sad because I really want to see you."

I texted him back and told him a somewhat true story of what happened. I told him that I did go to Wal-Mart (true), didn't see him (not true), and couldn't get a hold of him because my phone died (true that my phone died, not true that I couldn't get a hold of him). So, what's that? Two true facts, and two not true facts? Looks like I broke completely even. He told me he went to his car every fifteen minutes or so to plug his phone into his car charger. I told him that it was very possible then that we completely missed each other: while he was on his way to plug his phone into his car, I was on my way inside the store on the other side. And since my phone died and I didn't have his number memorized, I didn't know how to get in touch with him. He bought it, but was completely let down. I felt pretty crappy about that.

I mean, one half of me went to him. It really did. He waited four hours to see me. And I did lie to him. That part I didn't like, but you know...you have to protect yourself sometimes, no matter what. That's the part that won me over. My bad/protective/selfish side always wins. I finally concluded that he was a little on the psycho side to drive almost an hour to a city and wait four more hours for me when the meeting wasn't planned, or mutually wanted. Then I thought about what he said about how he feels towards me, and how he has felt towards me, even when I was with Mark. I didn't like that at all. I remembered how Denny used to ask me, "Why do you want a used car like Mark, would you could have a new one like me?" People used to tell me their concerns about Mark's baggage, including Denny. He'd tease me all of the time about Mark's baggage that he didn't carry. I guess he wasn't really joking.

Denny continued in his attempt to persuade me to see him. He hasn't been successful. However, I think he finally got the hint this weekend. I told him again that the whole situation was uncomfortable for me and that I wasn't sure that seeing him was the best thing. He should be with someone his own age (he's 35) who's ready for the same things that he wants in life right now. I told him that I didn't want a family right now or soon, and more than likely, will never want one. And I told him that I was still in a considerably different stage in my life than he is. I'm still in my developmental phase and will be for a while.

Then he had the nerve to say that this was it for me. He wasn't going to keep trying to convince me to see and be with him. He didn't want to wait for me. He wanted to be together now and then see what happens and gave me this now or never ultimatum: if I didn't want to be with him now, then I can forget him altogether. For those of you who know me pretty well, you all know that I don't respond well to these, or bluffs or threats in general. How dare he thought he had the nerve to say something like that to me. I was pissed. I told him that I could never be with him because he had all of these expectations, which I hate, and that it was probably best that we just stopped knowing each other. I don't think he expected me to say that. He kind of back peddled and told me that I didn't mean that. I did though. He hasn't called me since.

Boys, no matter what age, are all idiots.


VI. New job

It's just a temp/seasonal job. Austin ISD hired me in their system wide testing area. I only work during TAKS season (Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills is the state standardized exam that students who attend public schools are required to take). Basically, I'm I'm the person who handles a lot of the crap that goes on about the TAKS.

The exam's supposed to reflect the progress of the school: what the teachers are teaching the kids, if what they're teaching coincides with the required standards set forth by NCLB, if how they're teaching is effective, if they need to hire new teachers or to specifically train their teachers how to teach students to be successful on the TAKS, etc. Really though, it's about money. If the school's academically recognized, they get a bonus from the state. If the school does poorly for a certain amount of years, they can be shut down. I'm the person who the schools come to about questions, I handle the shipment and packing, etc. for all of the exams in the Austin and surrounding areas. It's just a temp/seasonal job though since students don't take the TAKS year round. We just got finished with Reading and Writing. Next month's math. Then over the summer, we'll be preparing for the upcoming school year.

It's not bad either. I get paid $15 an hour, and I don't really do anything. When I first started, they trained me to "stage," which is pretty much just checking in the schools and their paperwork to ensure that all of their documents: booklets, scantrons, stickers, etc. are all there. They even make you sign all of this paperwork that you're certified and that you'll keep everything confidential, etc. So pretentious. You actually have to have a degree to do this crap. I was the youngest and least educated one there. This nice lady named Willa, who's a calculus professor, worked there for some extra money. There was another lady who's a retired psychologist and geologist. What the hell?

They set up a row of about seven desks for check-in. I was at the last one. And since no school wanted to walk over to my desk, I barely worked that entire time during that particular phase. There were about 200 schools that came in one day. I took three of them. I check really fast because I know what I'm looking for a doing, so it takes me about ten minutes, max. I was there for more than ten hours, so I only did about thirty minutes, if that, of actual work. The rest of the time I sat at my desk, studied, and did homework. And oh, they also provided breakfast and lunch. So pretty much, I sat at my desk, did school work and ate for free while getting paid. I want a permanent job just like this one. Someone help me out.


All right, well, I think that's enough. I type way too much, I know. I apologize. But I do think that it makes up for my lack of entries. I promise to do a lot better. I'm actually considering writing at least once a week, specifically for my new creation, Fuck You Friday.

Fuck You Friday is a weekly entry written every Friday (clever, I know) that will consist of fuck you shout outs to idiots who irritated me throughout the week. I'll write up stories about what happened and about said people's role in them. I figured I do this a lot anyway, so why not reserve a specific day for it? I suppose my other entries will be filled with frillies or something, who knows? But I do know that Fuck You Friday will be a lot of fun. I'll be able to release a lot of irritation and tension from the week, and you all get to read up and laugh about it. See? Fun for all.

Okay, I'm going to go read up on for my Bio lab.

*I decided to scratch all that Twitter shit out. Andrea and I were talking about how dumb it was since it's basically a site where you just type up a bunch of statuses, only it's frequent, sometimes daily...that's just...dumb.

It's Monday Already?

As expected, I didn't do anything after my Evolution exam last Thursday. I picked up Andrea from UT, we went to pick up four free tickets to the UT women's basketball team v. Baylor game (Why? I don't know. We had nothing to do this weekend, so we thought we'd waste our time there. I know no one cares about women's basketball, but it was something to do), and then we had a disgusting lunch. For those of you who aren't from ATX, Austin is one of the worst places for Asian food. If you're going to eat out in Austin, I highly recommend staying away from Asian food and getting Tex-Mex or BBQ instead. If you don't like Tex-Mex or BBQ, are a vegetarian, or a liberal hippy who only likes things organic, then go to Kerbey Lane. You'll be doing yourself a favor, trust me...I'm a doctor.

Haha, speaking of which...I remember my first or second year at UT, I saw some cross-eyed girl on the bus who had a shirt that said, "Trust me, I'm a doctor." That cracked me up...like, literally cracked me up right in front of her. I wasn't sure if she saw me laughing at her or not. She did look in my direction, but she looked as if she was looking at something behind me. I did turn around and saw no one there, so maybe she was looking at me? Matters not.

So yeah...we did absolutely nothing this weekend. I planned on cleaning the house and doing laundry, but neither of those two things were accomplished. Instead, we spent the weekend over at Auntie Linda's, who was having a bad week. Not only was she fighting a week-long battle against the flu, but her cat, Samantha, of eighteen years was put to sleep.

Sam had kidney failure and couldn't even eat by herself. Auntie had to blend her food, put it in a syringe, and squirt it in her mouth. And even then, Sam couldn't keep any of the liquefied food down. Auntie just put her to sleep, so Sam wouldn't suffer. It was quite sad. I bet it's worse than losing a child. At least with a cat, you don't have to watch over it 24/7. And unlike a child, it doesn't talk back to you and pisses you off. I don't know.

I called Auntie to ask if she wanted to go to the UT v. Baylor game with us, but she said no. She still wasn't feeling well enough to go, then she told me about Sam...then started crying. Bawling. I couldn't even make out what she was saying. Talk about awkward. I've never heard Auntie Linda cry, so this was a completely new thing for me. She's one of the strongest people I know. I consider Auntie like a second mother to me, so hearing her cry made me want to cry. But since I'm such a hard ass, I couldn't.

After the stupid game on Saturday afternoon (we lost because the UT girls play like a middle school JV team), we went to Chili's with Shelly (she went with us to the game), Andrea's friend who she met through her basketball class and teammate off of their intramural basketball team. We always eat at Chili's because it's cheap, so...yeah.

Anyhow, while we were there having dinner, there was this guy who kept looking in my direction. I think he worked there since he was at a table with other people who worked there too. People who just got off their shifts would migrate to the table that had everyone else who just got off, or were waiting for their shift to begin, etc. Since I worked at Chili's for a few years, I can pick up on similar practices like that since I did. So yeah, this guy just kept looking over at us. Then he'd say something, then two or three other guys he was with would look back at us and smile. Really mature stuff.

Then finally, this guy gets up from his table, says something to his friends, and walks in our direction. He comes up to our table, tells us to have a good evening, slides me a piece of paper, and then leaves. I flip the note over, and sure enough, it's a poor attempt to get me to call him: "Hi, my name's X, and I was really shy to come up to talk to you. I'm single and have been for a while. I thought you were really cute and funny, and you caught my attention. If you're interested, please call me at XXX-XXX-XXXX."

Lame. If you're interested in talking to me, then come up to talk to me! I think that goes for any girl. We like confidence. If you can't even come up to us and introduce yourself, then you shouldn't bother with trying to get anything else from us.

So after we left Chili's, we went home and played Rock Band and Guitar Hero. You see how terribly lame we are? That's how we spend our free weekends, haha. Then after that, we went over to Auntie Linda's and brought her dinner. Andrea brought some DVDs, and we watched two movies. We didn't finish the movies till 1:30 A.M., so Auntie Linda told just to spend the night, and we did.

We went to Mass the next morning at 11:30, then went to Chili's again for lunch. Auntie Linda loves Chili's, especially the chocolate molten cake, which I hate...but, whatever. And again:

Our server, "I know you from somewhere..."
Me, "Impossible. I've never been here before."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah..."
"Have you worked at Washington Mutual before?"
"Nope." (What do I know about savings and loans?)
"You sure?"
"Yeah." (Don't you always love that, when someone asks you if you're sure of something about yourself, i.e. "Are you sure you don't have a twin sister?")
"Because I worked with a girl who looked just like you."
"Well, I'm not her."
"Well, I'll definitely remember you from now on. I always remember a pretty face."

Gag.

I got my Chemistry exam back today. I'm disappointed. I got a low B. I looked over my calculations and the key. I'm such an idiot. I did my calculations correctly, but wrote down the wrong final answer. What the? I didn't have time to look over my answers and made a lot of stupid, careless mistakes. So unlike me. Oh well, it happens. We have two more exams in there, so I'll be okay. I better be, anyway.

Andrea just told me that Demetri Martin is coming to UT next week! How exciting! I just read that he went to Yale and nearly graduated from NYU Law School. Wow. Did he just become more attractive? Ha. If any of you are interested, please give me a call or send a text.

I'm excited that tonight's the season finale of The Bachelor! I doubt that Jason's going to pick Deanna; but man, wouldn't that make for such a dramatic and wonderful, albeit wrong, season? Maybe it wouldn't be too wrong. Deanna dumped him last season for another guy. And to add insult to injury, she allowed him to propose to her, and then told him that she chose someone else. Ha. And now that Jason's the new bachelor this season, Deanna's going to try to win him back. They showed some clips of her return, and she's alone with him, telling him that she made a mistake. Maybe he will take her back?

I don't know if I'd be able to take an ex back. Well, especially if I was in Jason's shoes, where he's already in love with someone else. I don't know if I could take an ex back after falling for someone else. I don't know. I mean, I know that you always have a place in your heart reserved for said person, but...eek, I don't know. I think people deserve second chances, but...wow. I'm not in that position right now, so I really don't know. If I ever am, expect a good entry. Haha.

All right, well I need to start studying for my Bio lab quiz. I haven't done so yet, and lab starts at 2. I'll write more later.

Hell Week: Part II

Another busy week for me.

Last week, I had a lab write-up and two exams. This week, I have three exams. Someone shoot me.

Maybe it won't be too bad. I mean, I just have a Bio lab exam, a Chemistry exam, and an Evolution exam. Right? Anyone?

Nevermind. It does sound bad.

The pain will be over soon though. My last exam, Evolution, in on Thursday, from 11 to 12:15. I'm going to take a well-deserved and multi-hour nap right afterwards. I can't wait. I'm drooling already just thinking about it.

I shouldn't even be writing in this right now. I have SO much studying to do. I took a break from making my study guide for my Bio lab exam. My God, do I hate my Bio lab. My exam for this is on Monday. It's so ridiculous. For this exam, we'll be given some species. They'll be microscopic, in a jar, in a glass box, or split right down the middle. Not only do we have to identify the body part and its structure, but we have to identify the species and its entire taxonomic classification.

What...the...fuck?

We have to know crap like sponges, algae, crustaceans, and insects. There are a lot of insects we're responsible for knowing. I suppose I understand that we have to at least know what kind of beetle we're observing, but do we have to know its phylum, class, order, family, and species? I mean, really? I really doubt that any of my future patients are going to ask me if I know the Texas Hercules Beetle's taxonomy.

"Doctor, before you perform surgery on my heart and make me all better, I was wondering if you could help me with something?"
"Oh, sure. Hopefully I'll be able to help. What is it?"
"Well...do you happen to know the Texas Hercules Beetle's taxonomy?"
"You know what, Timothy? I actually do know it. I had this ridiculous Bio lab years ago, where I had to know so many taxonomic classifications. Let's see here...the Texas Hercules Beetle. Oh, yes. It's from the Eukaryota domain, animalia kingdom, antropoda phylum, hexapoda sub-phylum, to be more precise. Of course, it's from the insecta class, odonta order, the scarabaeidae family, dynastes genus, and finally, of the dynastes tityus species."

You see what I mean? I can never see that happening. Unless, of course, Timothy's heart was punctured by a Texas Hercules Beetle… What are the odds of that happening? Um, little to none. But even then, is he going to care about its taxonomy? No!

I just think it's stupid that I have to know this shit. Well, not know...but memorize this shit.

I'm just bitter. Don't mind me.

I'm a little worried about my Evolution exam. Dr. S asks such detailed questions. She'll refer to a diagram from the book and will ask what it illustrated. What? I don't remember all of the pictures, let alone when I’m asked a question such as, “Diagram 24.7 illustrated Hutton’s and Lyell’s influence on Darwin’s theory of evolution through which types of fossils?”

Again, what...the...fuck?

It’s just interesting to me that she expects us to be so organized and perspicacious to all details, even the insignificant ones. And here she is, one of the worst teachers I’ve ever had. Don’t get me wrong. I mean, the fact that she looks like a bum straight off The Drag instead of an internist, or the fact that she’s a trendy liberal who loves everything Barack, plays no factor whatsoever on my opinion of her as a teacher. Those two facts, however, do influence what I think of her as a person. But that’s a completely different matter and blog entry, one which I will not and cannot get into right now.

She’s all over the place when she teaches. My notes are chockfull of ellipses. I do love using ellipses in my own informal writing, but not when it comes to my notes and lectures. I’m not saying she’s stupid. That’s not what I’m saying. She’s smart as hell; she just doesn’t know how to teach and present the material effectively, that’s all. She understands the material, but she can’t make anyone else understand it. Oh well. I suppose we’ll just have to see how it goes on Thursday.

So, I just learned from Andrea that Dad’s on his way to Austin to buy strawberries. Apparently, Dad and the kids ate all of Mom’s strawberries that she was going to use for a cake that someone ordered (Mom also caters on the side). Grace and Andrea bought long-stem strawberries for her, which Grace brought back to Kerrville yesterday. Then today, Dad and the kids ate them all. Mom got mad, threw a fit, which of course always leads to Dad acting like a child and acting in unison. He’s on his way right now to ATX as I type, which is a two-hour drive from Kerrville, just to buy strawberries to replace the ones he and the kids ate. I know.

Thrice, what...the...fuck?

Anyone want to hang out and get trashed on Thursday night after Hell Week II is over? At the least, go out for dinner and a movie? Perhaps, even come over to watch Grey’s Anatomy and play some Guitar Hero or Rock Band?

Oh! Speaking of which, they’re coming out with a Beatles Rock Band game this year! Super excited for that! We’ll definitely be having a Beatles Rock Band Game Release Party. Expect invitations!

But yeah, if you’re interested about Thursday night, please do give me a call or send a text.

25 Random Things

My friend, Cassie, tagged me on Facebook about this survey. I thought I'd do it quickly while taking a break from my Chemistry studying.

Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you (or I think you'll come up with really entertaining things).

That's not necessarily true. She probably tagged me because she knew I'd probably do it.

1. I can't wait to be a surgeon.

2. Despite the fact that I do enjoy what I'm doing, I'd rather be an editor or writer for Rolling Stone. Or more generally, I'd love to be a Rock 'n' Roll writer/historian, specifically with a Beatles concentration. Ha. Isn't that so dorky? It's such a passion of mine though.

3. I'm a bit materialistic. I love expensive and tasteful things.

4. I've never been drunk.

5. I have this thing for not wearing UT apparel on campus...I usually won't even wear it in Austin. I feel that it's as eye rolling as wearing the band's shirt while you're at their show, or when one of the band members wears his own band's shirt...that's worse.

6. I have pretty bad road rage. I blame all the fucking idiot drivers of Austin. I fucking hate liberals.

7. After how many times I've fantasized about meeting Sir Paul, I still have no idea how I'd react. I go over-and-over it in my head. There are five basic scenarios that all possibilities relate to in one way or another.

Scenario 1 - The Prepubescent and Hormonal Teenage Girl
I'll giggle and bat my eyes while I constantly try to rub my boobs against him and fan myself at the same time.

Scenario 2 - Awestruck Asylum Candidate
I'd be catatonic, paralyzed, and drooling. I'll probably forget simple things, like introducing myself, properly putting a sentence together, breathing, and blinking my eyes. More than likely, I'll be sitting on the floor Indian-style, rocking back and forth like Helen Keller, just repeating his name over and over again.

Scenario 3 - Fucking Pussy Cake
I'm so shy and worried about making a bad impression that I come off as socially retarded. I nod to everything he says and barely manage to let out one-syllable answers. When it's time for me to go, I'm so embarrassed that I don't even ask for an autograph or picture with him.

Scenario 4 - Andrew Meyer
I'll do something completely bizarre that Paul's security guard has to wrestle me to the floor, like they did that "Don't taser me, bro" guy from Florida. And by bizarre, I mean something like...oh, I don't know...licking his face, humping his leg, pulling out a pair of sewing scissors from my purse and clipping a lock of his hair, super gluing my hand on "little Paul," etc.

Scenario 5 - Ms. Piss Pants: I may just get so excited that I can't control myself and just piss myself, completely blowing my first, and more than likely only, time of meeting him. And of course, if this happens, he won't want to talk to me anymore, and that'd be the end of it. It wouldn't even be enough time for me to introduce myself and to get confirmation that he knows that I exist. Well, he'll know that I exist once I pee in my pants. I don't want Paul to remember me as the girl who pissed herself at the sight of him. My God, that'd be so embarrassing.

8. I don't think I can date another divorced father. Once was enough. I mean, I know I never met his girls, but still...I don't want to be forced onto those kind of responsibilities if/when the time came. Actually, let's just make it a divorced man. He'd have way too many expectations.

9. I live my life to get my mother's approval. Her opinion about anything means so much to me, even though it probably shouldn't.

10. I really don't have my heart set on having a family. Getting married and having children continues not to be a priority to me.

11. The first thing I'm buying with my first paycheck as a doctor is a light blue Classic Mustang.

12. I absolutely loathe attending Mass in Kerrville. I fucking hate Father Mike. He makes me hate God. It's that bad.

13. I have a guilty pleasure for knowing about my high school class' latest news and gossip, which mostly consists of failures. It makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

14. My favorite fast food place is Chick-Fil-A.

15. I absolutely love college football. I'm a big Miami Hurricanes fan. I pretend to be a UT fan. I know I should be supportive since it is my freaking alma mater. However, if someone bashes UT, I get offended and support my school. I'm such a poser, I know.

16. My mother almost named me Chelby Gibson. Ew.

17. The worst class I've ever taken was Macroeconomics with Norman. I still made an A in the class, but still. I fucking hated that class.

18. I have an older half-sister named Shanee. Dad knocked up their maid or something, years before he moved to the States and eventually met my mom. I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to meet her.

19. Speaking of which, I fucking hate Dad's side of the family. I actually fucking hate Mom's side of the family also...well, with a diminutive amount of exceptions, of course.

20. I'm actually more than decent on Guitar Hero and Rock Band...especially the singing. I bang out around 95% on Expert.

21. If I ever do change my mind and get married, my wedding colours will be Tiffany Blue and gold.

22. I hate any kind of berry, especially strawberries. Ugh, I hate its taste and especially its structure. It feels like eating an old grandmother's face, covered with adult acne.

23. I don't like driving Andrea's new truck. There's a big blind spot on the driver's side, and it's so difficult to park.

24. Republican men make me want to have sex with them.

25. So do musicians...especially pianists.

That was boring.

Back to studying.

Just One of Many

We got out of Biology early today. Thank God for that too. I was falling asleep. And it doesn't help much when I sit in the very front, right in front of his desk. I couldn't help it though. Biology is every Tuesday and Thursday at freaking 8 A.M., so that means we have to get up at 6 because of the traffic, because I drop Andrea off at UT before heading over to St. Ed's (she also has an 8 A.M. "class" every Tuesday and Thursday: basketball), and because Andrea takes forever and a day to get ready to go anywhere. Whatever. You'd think after how many years of living with her, I'd be used to it. I'm not. It still pisses me off every time we're late.

That's one of my pet peeves...being late to things, especially movies. I don't want to go if we're late, even if that means we'd just be missing the previews. Most of the time, I won't even bother going to that showing if I missed them. I absolutely hate it.

Anyhow...

We went home this weekend for Mom's birthday. I don't even know why we go home sometimes. We don't even see her because she works all of the time. Mom has two-full time jobs; and even then, she still insists on working over-time. She works on the weekdays at the elementary school from 8 A.M. to 2 P.M. Then at night, she works at the state hospital from 11 P.M. to 7 A.M. I know that there's a nine hour gap between the two jobs, but she doesn't sleep during that time. She's always doing something, whether she's shopping to relieve her compulsive hoarding, running errands, or watching hours of last night's DVRed episodes of The Bachelor, American Idol, or Dancing with the Stars. On her day's off from the hospital, or on weekend mornings after her night shift, she goes in to work over-time. And, she NEVER calls in. I just don't get it. Does she think working so many hours is going to get her a fucking medal? Maybe she thinks working so much will land her new friends and put her higher on the social and professional ladder? Whatever the answer is, it just doesn't seem worth it. That's just me though. She's been a workaholic for as long as I can remember. Even when Andrea and I were growing up, we seldom saw her. That's not exactly true. We saw her a lot because she ran the after school day care program at the elementary school, so we'd see her when we'd go over there to help out. But still. Outside of that though, we never saw her...just like this weekend.

We got into town on Friday afternoon and left Sunday afternoon. We saw Mom, literally, for three hours. One hour on Saturday afternoon for lunch, and then for another two hours for lunch on Sunday, which was her birthday...which was also a disaster. Mom's a huge sucker for any kind of drama. Now, add that to my temper, and you get a huge scene, the kind that influences a lot of movies and books.

When she got off of work at 3 P.M. from her OT shift from the hospital, we told her to pick a restaurant since it was her birthday. I know that a lot of us are so indecisive when it comes to choosing a place to eat. We're just like that, but about 17 times worse. We NEVER know where to eat. And it's not like there's such a selection in Kerrville either. The nicest place in town is Chili's or Mamacita's. And by nicest, I'm talking about the ambiance, not the food. Mamacita's is really nice inside, but the food? Disgustingly terrible Tex-Mex, and pretty pricey. We ate at Chili's for lunch yesterday because Andrea worked, and because of her 50% discount...which, by the way, I miss terribly. Eating cheap or for free is the only thing I miss about working at Chili's. Well, and the bragging rights that I serve people Southwestern Eggrolls and Chocolate Molten Cake (which, by the way, always pissed me off when people would ask for the "chocolate volcano lava cake"). Not really though. But I did enjoy the fact that I could wear a black t-shirt and jeans to work. It was like dressing down and getting paid for it. Paid poorly too, mind you. Okay, so maybe I don't miss that part.

But back to what I was saying...

So, Mom had no idea where she wanted to eat. She kept saying, "Wherever you want to. I don't care." We had to repeatedly explain to her that she was the one who had to choose since it was, in fact, her freaking birthday. We were just parked in the parking lot in a quasi-shopping center, where there nearest surrounding restaurants were a CiCi's Pizza, a Quizno's, a McDonald's, and a Culver's. I know...who takes their mom on her birthday to a fast food joint? Us. She doesn't like Mamacita's, and we had Chili's yesterday, so there was nothing else. Besides, we had to go somewhere fast because Andrea and I had to drive back home to Austin.

We were in the parking lot for a good thirty minutes or so, just arguing back and forth. It finally got to the point where I told her that it was useless that we came down at all for the weekend, and that I didn't have time for this crap because I had so much work to do for school. And it was true. I had homework for Bio lab, and I had more studying to do for my Chemistry exam. When I say something like that, even if it is true, it always makes my mom cry. I don't know why though...I mean, I'm not lying to her. It's probably in how I say it. I'm too blunt about it, and she overacts to my tone. Whatever.

So, Mom started crying at what I said. Andrea got mad and yelled at me, "Why did you fucking say that? You know she cries when you say shit like that!" So obviously, she was only adding more fuel to the fire. It's always like this. I know it doesn't sound too bad or dramatic when I write it out, but if you could only see all of this happening. We were all yelling at each other in the parking lot, just like a Trailer Trash family. Mom was in the car crying her fucking brains out, Dad was in the driver's seat just sitting there in silence (he doesn't care about anyone but himself), Shobe and Shoti were just sitting in my car's backseat in silence while watching us, Andrea was standing in between their and my car, and I was in my car in the driver's seat boiling and thinking that I couldn't fucking wait to go to med school in Portland. I seriously think she's chemically imbalanced. That's the first thing I'm doing when I'm a doctor: prescribing medication to improve my mother's mental health. Then I'm moving for good. When I fight with my mom, it just makes it so much easier for me to find the determination to move out-of-state, away from her.

When she stopped crying, she said she wanted to eat at Culver's. And we did. I didn't even eat because I was still so frustrated and fucking angry with her. The kids got her roses, and Grace, Andrea, and I got her a Coach purse. Andrea picked it out. I didn't really like it, but whatever. I'm not even sure if Mom liked it. Who cares anyway?

Then after that, we left to go back home. I know that this happened on Sunday, but I'm still a little irritated. I tend to stay mad for a while...especially when it comes to her.

In other news, I have a Chemistry test tomorrow morning at 9. I'm not too worried about it, but I do have more studying to do. There's a review tonight at 8:30. It's late, but I'll still go to listen. I just finished my Evolution class, which I absolutely fucking hate, so I'm free till the review. So in the meantime, I'll be studying...I should be studying right now, instead of writing on this. It won't be too bad. I say that now, until I'm sitting in front of my exam, completely blank, regretting writing this confident paragraph. We'll see though.

Copying Andrea

I believe this is my third blog in the past ten years. I had a Xanga and a LiveJournal before. Simply click on the links to read up on my past exciting life. But really though, Blogger may be the winner. It looks relatively easy to manage, and that's just wonderful since I'm all about simplicity. My younger sister, Andrea, recently started to write, so I thought I'd follow suit...despite the fact that I've been blogging for ten years now. Whatever.

So...what could I possibly write about for my first entry? I don't know. Most blogs aren't even read, yet we all take some form of pride in our own. That doesn't make much sense. I think maybe it's because it gives us some kind of existence in a different venue. We want to exist both in the real world and the cyber world. Or, is it the other way around? We want to exist in the cyber world because we don't exist in the real world? I think that's definitely true for some people...like those who blog about their Star Wars scene and quotation of the day.

Where do I fall into? I'm going to take the easy way out and give the usual excuse: I'm here so I can connect to all of my friends at one time. Communication via blog is so much faster and cooler. Yeah right. I actually enjoy writing. Well, I shouldn't say enjoy. I enjoy the fact that writing is a release for me...a release from the real world. There we go. That's where I fall in. I have a blog because it's an escape from the real world. Wait. But everything I write about actually happened in the real world. So, I am bringing the real world into a "fake" world. That doesn't make any sense.

I'm actually just wasting time on campus before I have to go pick up Andrea. I had Biology this morning at 8, then I was supposed to have another Biology class at 11, but Dr. Sandbach canceled because of the weather (but it wasn't even bad today). Speaking of which, I'm not sure how many of you know that I returned to school this semester. Yes, I already graduated in May from UT. Yes, I have a degree in something useless. Yes, I couldn't find a job as a teacher. Yes, I know that doesn't make sense since there's supposedly a huge shortage of teachers in the country. Yes, I changed my mind about law school. Yes, I should've listened to my mother when she said I should stick with medicine. And yes, I know I keep switching from medicine to law and then back and need to make up my mind at one point. And I have. I want to go back to medical school. And I will. I have my heart set on becoming a cardiovascular surgeon.

I'm now attending St. Edward's. UT, like any other supposed prestigious university, actually won't let you take more than three sciences a semester. I only need science credits for medical school since I've everything else, so I wanted to attend some place where I could solely take them in one bulk. Plus, I didn't really enjoy my time at UT. St. Edward's was the answer, but with a nice price...slightly more than double the price, actually. What's worse is that I'm now paying for my schooling. Well, I shouldn't say "paying," since I had to get a loan out, so "they" are actually paying for it at the time being. My scholarship was discontinued after I graduated from UT, so I have to cough up the money some other way. In the long run though, I'd be paying the same amount either way. I can spend $4 grand a semester at UT, taking only three science courses at a time, or I can spend/owe $9 a semester at St. Edward's taking as many courses and labs that I want.

But other than the money issue, I do love it here. I shouldn't say love. That's always too strong of a word, isn't it? Unless, of course, I'm referring to Paul McCartney...then love wouldn't suffice what I feel for him. I like it here and am enjoying it so far. My classes are small. Chemistry's my largest class with about 30 kids. Yeah. My smallest class is one of my Biology ones, with only 12. Yeah. No way in Hell would you be attending such a small science class at UT. Science courses were auditorium/movie-theater-huge. We're talking 200-300 kids. I really don't understand how anyone could learn like that. As an English and Government major, I was spoiled with relatively small classes at UT. My English classes had about 20-25 kids, if that. My Government courses had about 50 kids. So, St. Edward's small classes are really comforting.

I also find the fact that there are no graduate students teaching very comforting. The professors do everything here. At big universities, grad students teach a lot of the freshman general, lower-division courses. Most of the time, they're idiots who have no idea what's going on. Especially with labs. Thankfully, that's not the case here. Professors actually conduct the labs and can answer your question since they know what's going on. It's like a whole different world. Kind of like an alternative world where you can escape to from the real world.

Okay. Maybe not that great.

I will say though, that I've noticed that a lot of weirdos go here. I mean, don't get me wrong. UT has quite its share of weirdos, but not all of them are weird. It's very cliquey here. I'm sure it's because everyone thinks they're rich and intelligent for attending a private university...I don't know. I've also noticed that a lot of the kids here look like they just came out of the 80s. They look more like 80s-wanna-be rejects or something. Then there are tons of those artsy-fartsy kids who go out of their way to wear their "art" on them to express their individuality. They wear those obnoxious plastic glasses that resemble some ugly modern art sculpture, a plaid beret that they knitted the night before while munching on organic asparagus from Central Market, and worn-out Chucks. God, I fucking hate those people.

But enough about why I don't enjoy a lot of people. Well, I want to share one more thing about why I do, and then I'm going to end this to do some Chemistry homework.

I had my first exam on Tuesday. One of my Biology classes. The exam was divided into the five chapters we covered and contained an answer sheet where you were to transfer your answers onto it, one column per chapter. When the exam was over, the girl who sits to the left of me informed the professor that she didn't finish transferring her chapter five answers onto the sheet. I glanced at it; and sure enough, the entire column was completely blank.

Professor, "Oh, I'll give you two minutes to transfer your answers onto the answer sheet."
She looked at him for a second and confessed, "Well, uh...that's the thing. I don't know any of the answers because I didn't actually read chapter five. I read some of the other chapters, but I didn't have time for the last one."
"Chapter five was a big chapter and the most important." And it was the most salient. Macromolecules and shit.
"I know, but I just didn't have time. What should I do?"
"Well, you should've read and studied. I suppose you can guess."
"Uh, I'll just turn it in blank since I really have no clue."

Freaking idiot.

She got a 40 something. I looked at her score when we got our exams back this morning. I'm so nosy. I, on the other hand, got the highest grade in the class. I know it wasn't much competition considering there are only 12 kids and because of some of them seem to be idiots, but still.

But yeah, I need to do some Chemistry. For those of you who have blogs on here, do please add me to your buddy list/subscriptions or whatever they call it on here, and I will do the same.