tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62834532011-04-21T21:16:48.207-04:00My so-called Blogwelcome to the wonderful world of Mister BeansAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comBlogger3391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1104803053491769492005-01-03T20:39:00.000-05:002005-01-03T20:44:13.490-05:00Movin'!
Finally I am moving this blog over to LJ. If you want to continue to read my blog, you'll find it at http://www.livejournal.com/~misterbeans.
Most of the entries will likely be public. If you want to be able to read more juicy details of things in my life you will have to become my "friend." If you have an LJ account, you will know what I am talking about. If you don't, get one so I canAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1104779450213868622005-01-03T14:07:00.000-05:002005-01-03T14:10:50.213-05:00Eavesdropping
As I sit here, putzing around on the internet, one of my classmates is talking bad about several of my classmates. The guy was actually a TA last semester and he knows people's grades and he's making fun of the people who did poorly. He's not actually naming people, which is good, but he's essentially saying he's picked out who is totally hopeless and blah blah blah.
Doesn't makeAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1104778557155212032005-01-03T13:52:00.000-05:002005-01-03T13:55:57.156-05:00...
Something odd occurred yesterday though not in a bad way. Can't discuss it here on an unprotected blog entry (another reason I should join LJ?)... I liked it and it was good in a *this was meant to occur* way, and it surprised me. Those of you who know what I am talking about: don't assume that this will change my life in any kind of dramatic way. Perhaps that is the weirdest part.
That's Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1104778335867796552005-01-03T13:50:00.000-05:002005-01-03T13:52:15.866-05:00Back to the routine
I woke up oddly happy this morning considering that I didn't fall asleep until 1:30 and had to get up at 7:00 (damn jet lag!). I think I am just glad to be back and doing my routine again. I am a homebody and I like to feel settled.
I only had a half day of classes today so now I can go home and clean my dirty dirty dirty apartment. I'm actually looking forward to it.
Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1104655333325281692005-01-02T00:25:00.000-05:002005-01-02T03:42:13.326-05:00All things must come to an end
Thank goodness that is as true of bad things as anything else!
My vacation at home has been wonderful but now it's over. I return to New Orleans tomorrow morning and I'm excited about starting up classes again (although don't quote me on that by week 2!). I spent some great time with my family, went to Alaska, got drunk for New Year's/birthday (and landed myself Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1104199674819245282004-12-27T17:50:00.000-05:002004-12-27T21:07:54.820-05:00Catching up
Wow! What a couple of crazy days it has been around here. My brother and his wife and my Aunt and my Great Grandfather (hereafter referred to as GG) and his girlfriend Doris all came to town. The day after GG arrived, Christmas Eve, he broke his hip (he's 97). He was taken for an X-ray to confirm it, and then he had to be driven up to Vancouver to have surgery because he doesn't haveAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103435731326606902004-12-18T23:51:00.000-05:002004-12-19T00:55:31.326-05:00Awake!
Ack! Why am I still awake? If (and that seems to be the operative word now) I end up going to bed, I would need to be up in about 3 hours to make my flight to seattle. Why do I always do this? Yes granted I had some stuff to do today but I could have already done it and been asleep in my bed instead of puttering around looking at real-estate and other non-pressing things.
It seems any Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103435383637863622004-12-18T23:44:00.000-05:002004-12-19T00:57:42.440-05:00To buy or not to buy?
Lately the topic of being a homeowner seems to keep cropping up. I have decided to most likely not renew my lease here because of the lack of adequate heating (it's been as low as 45 degrees INSIDE my apartment in the last few days). My friend SarahScott is interested in buying if she moves here. And a woman I was talking to today mentioned something about her mortgage and Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103435055283797922004-12-18T23:32:00.000-05:002004-12-19T00:56:01.250-05:00Cranky
For about an hour or so today, I just was in a crappy mood! No real reason at all: just that I was hungry, thirsty, annoyed that the state is mandating that I must replace my windshield before I can get my car safety-certified, and have bad PMS. The windshield thing isn't really a huge deal, I was more annoyed because I was hoping to get my inspection sticker out of the way today and whenAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103434366647804492004-12-18T23:15:00.000-05:002004-12-19T00:32:46.646-05:00Maria
This morning around 9:00 am I was getting ready to leave to go somewhere. My street is pretty dead at that time on a Saturday, and I was slow moving from being only half-awake and having a headache from being up late the night before. I saw how dirty my car was and it gave me pause for maybe 10 seconds before I turned the key in the door to open it. Just as I had inserted the key and was Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103323491740886362004-12-17T17:42:00.000-05:002004-12-17T17:44:51.740-05:00I'm on VACAAAAAAAAAAAAAATION
My exams are done, and I've already received my grades. I'm quite satisfied with how I did, and now I have 2 weeks to do nothin'!
The school had a student appreciation lunch for us, you should have seen all the food! Mmm. And the student government bought us Champagne, not to mention the several kegs they bought for tonight's party. :-)
Well, off to take care of Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103228101520574452004-12-16T15:05:00.000-05:002004-12-16T15:15:01.520-05:00Buckling down
After a couple of days of screwing around, I am actually buckling down again. By this time tomorrow, I will be on vacaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaation.
I really started feeling stressed out today. I got a phone call from my financial aid officer yesterday telling me there was a problem with processing my scholarship, and then when I talked to him he told me it had been cancelled. Then heAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103124343273414152004-12-15T10:21:00.000-05:002004-12-15T10:30:55.496-05:00An Ode to the Liver
The Liver is damn cool.
The design was incredible. I think MIT engineers couldn't have done better (if they could, they would have). It stores excess glucose as glycogen until we need it, filters everything that comes in through the digestive tract, processes the degraded Red Blood Cells so that you can poop them out, filters any toxins and transforms them into soluble Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103081141610029412004-12-14T22:22:00.000-05:002004-12-14T22:25:41.610-05:00My Good Luck Uterus
SarahScott gave me a good luck uterus for Christmas. It's ok, I'll allow a Christmas present just this once, because it's something I REALLY NEEDED. No really! I'm going to take it with me when I go take my exams. Everyone needs a good luck uterus, but not everyone can have one. Haha! I'm better than you!
Here's a copy of the pic from the site where she got the pattern.
Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103035950118095472004-12-14T09:47:00.000-05:002004-12-14T09:59:55.996-05:00Three Part Quiz
Your World (Part One): What is your world made of? [girls] brought to you by Quizilla
Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1103036852309995692004-12-14T09:00:00.000-05:002004-12-14T10:07:32.310-05:00Woo!
So... Anatomy is DONE! And I emerged no worse for the wear, and a lot more knowledgeable about things like the quadratus plantae and the popliteus, and maybe even the appendices epiploica.
On the anatomy test yesterday, during the practical, I found one of the structures was tagged with a big red christmas bow, the tag read: "#2 Happy Holidays from the Anatomy Faculty and TAs." It was theAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1102952300706966822004-12-13T10:23:00.000-05:002004-12-13T10:38:20.706-05:00Number Crunching
Happy Monday! By 5:00pm today, I will be done Gross Anatomy. I am in a jovial mood. Why am I not stressed, you ask? I did a little number crunching of possible outcomes of todays exam (as well as Friday's exam).
First-- in Gross Anatomy there are two portions of the exam: the written and the practical. The practical consists of numbered tags on the cadavers themselves... name Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1102877022815185042004-12-12T13:41:00.000-05:002004-12-12T13:43:42.816-05:00Damn!
I'm in the library studying, as a good girl should... so far so good. But...
I have to POOP! And in this busy library (I'm at the undergrad campus, huge library, longer open hours) there is nowhere to poop in peace.
Guess I'll have to stink up the bathroom! Can't hold it in... it might start coming out of my mouth (ok, that only happens with severe bowel obstructions!). Eww. Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1102651728963453032004-12-09T21:58:00.000-05:002004-12-09T23:08:48.963-05:00My Pet Cause
As you all know, I would prefer to have gifts made in my name to charity than I would actually receive a tangible gift... So for those of you who want to give me something for my birthday or Xmas, or for those of you who just like to give to good causes this time of year, or for those of you who I have donated to in the past *hint hint*, here's a great one:
Peace Corps project to Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1102611012594184742004-12-09T10:40:00.000-05:002004-12-09T11:50:12.593-05:00Nice shoes...
I heard the best pick up line ever today. And by that I mean, one actually used on me! (sure there are all those lists of funny pick up lines, but no one ever actually uses them)
As I was walking to the streetcar line this morning to go for a run (thus I was wearing running tights), I walked past two men working on the house down the street. I said good morning, and the older oneAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1102376534752385662004-12-06T18:36:00.000-05:002004-12-06T18:42:14.753-05:00The final push
This is it folks... I have no more lectures before my final exams... nothing but review sessions and problem sessions!
Despite the fact that the final deadline looms ahead, I am feeling remarkably balanced. I am not sure what changed: my outlook, the weather (certainly has not changed for the better!), my study habits, who knows? I am in a decent place right now for studying, Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1102183272647233092004-12-04T13:51:00.000-05:002004-12-04T13:01:12.646-05:00What a victory for me!
No more dissection! Not like I had actually been dissecting this past month or so (I let my more involved teammates do it), but now we have no more lab. Monday is the practice practical, next monday is the real one. Hurray for not having to cut into stinky dead people.
On a serious note: How cool is it that someone donated their body so that I could learn anatomy? I Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1102184086236370332004-12-04T13:04:00.000-05:002004-12-04T13:14:46.236-05:00Change of plans
After a conversation with my mother the other night, I decided not to go to Nicaragua. It just dawned on me during the conversation that the trip was a bit too pre-fab for me, and perhaps I would rather hook something up on my own. Plus it was going to be expensive, and even though we were going to fundraise, I feel like I could spend my own money better. I mean, for a week in Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101944135788004062004-12-01T18:17:00.000-05:002004-12-01T18:41:38.220-05:00A heavy heart and renewed determination
It's World AIDS day.
Take a few minutes to think about what it really means to have this be the biggest epidemic to ever have blighted mankind.
Take a few minutes to think about what an atrocity the Holocaust was, how we all think we'd never let that kind of thing happen again, and now consider that AIDS has killed more than 3 times as many people Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101776770793001702004-11-29T19:31:00.000-05:002004-11-29T20:13:39.250-05:00Why I hate Christmas
Bah Humbug!
Call me a scrooge if you want... but as a non-Christian, I choose not to celebrate Christmas. My *hatred* of Christmas, however is fueled by other reasons.
First, I hate that as soon as I tell people that I don't celebrate Christmas, they ask if I am Jewish and I say no, they are puzzled.
"What are you?"
"Well, I am a whole lot of things mixed together, but Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101695976797530202004-11-28T21:29:00.000-05:002004-11-28T21:39:36.796-05:00My new love
Is Tomato Nation. It's kind of a blog, but kind of not. The chick who writes it is an editor in NYC... very good writer, interesting social commentary, and very hilarious.
Here is an excerpt, posted without permission.
[let me preface this by saying that Sarah, the writer chick, and her friends have created a club called the "Girls Bike Club" which I don't yet fully understand. Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101522897629973192004-11-26T21:33:00.000-05:002004-11-26T21:34:57.630-05:00'Nuff Said
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pervert are You?"The Horny PervertThe Horny Pervert: You are The Horny Pervert, you strive to let your partner know when you want something from them, sexual or not you do what is necessary to have a sexual act, whether it's public or private. YOU DON'T CARE! YOU ARE INSANE! But you like it, even if it means getting thrown out of a Strip Joint for touchingAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101402049298014022004-11-25T11:54:00.000-05:002004-11-25T12:00:49.296-05:00Chilly weather
I have always associated Thanksgiving with cold-ish weather. And even in Niger, November was a chilly month. It's all relative of course, but when you're used to temperatures being in the 115+ range, and you own no warm clothes, the 60s are pretty chilly!
So imagine how happy I was to find out that the high is 59 today and the low is 46. Finally!! Now we can all cozy up and eat Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101401651632065302004-11-25T11:53:00.000-05:002004-11-25T11:54:11.633-05:00The results are in... I AM a dimwit, after all
You're Rose!
"My mother always used to say, 'The older you get, the better you get, unless you're a banana.'" You're Rose, the dotty but sweet small-town dimwit who can be a real bitch when your teddy bear is stolen. Back in St. Olaf, you and hubby Charlie once did it till the cows came home -- of course, you were wearing a bell. Life lesson: "If Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101401549730503232004-11-25T11:50:00.000-05:002004-11-25T11:52:29.730-05:00Nice!
I like this result. :-) (and only disgree with the part about the small talk...I'm a big fan!)
You Are the Investigator
5
You're independent - and a logical analytical thinker.
You love learning and ideas... and know things no one else does.
Bored by small talk, you refuse to participate in boring conversations.
You are open minded. A visionary. You understand the worldAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101336320932444442004-11-24T16:13:00.000-05:002004-11-24T17:45:20.933-05:00Thxgvg
I'm thankful that thanksgiving isn't any later in the year, as my brain shut off on Monday and hasn't really come back since. My plans aren't huge, and mostly I am just looking forward to the opportunity to veg out a little, catch up on work a little, and sleep and eat a lot! A friend of mine, Marlow, is hosting a "straggler's thanksgiving" which is a bit of a potluck. So I will be Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1101170234473937592004-11-22T19:29:00.000-05:002004-11-22T19:37:14.473-05:00Something tells me we lost a good one...
There was a student at Tulane, Andy Martin, who should have been a 4th year student this year. He took a hiatus after finding out he had a rare form of cancer: Sino-nasal undifferentiated carcinoma. So rare that there are only 100 cases on the books, ever. It's almost always fatal.
Being the trooper that he was, he asked the school to allow him to Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100983425999563042004-11-20T15:28:00.000-05:002004-11-20T15:43:46.000-05:00Dreamin'
I spent this morning at the Drop-in Center, the place that does free reproductive health care for people 24 and under. It was so great! I love it. I want to work in a clinic like that one day. Since I left there an hour ago, I've been thinking about how great it would be to work in a free clinic (the patients are SO much more interesting) and doing reproductive health.
OB/GYN??? Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100840716106674502004-11-18T23:58:00.000-05:002004-11-19T00:05:16.106-05:00Laura!
In a recent conversation with Laura about my new "status" of being single, she said something rather funny... and characteristically Laura.
Me: [approximate re-creation... edited for length] So, basically I guess I don't actually want to get laid. It's just too complicated, and hook up sex isn't that good anyway. I just want to go on a date or something, and maybe make out. But I don't Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100739731428606392004-11-17T20:00:00.000-05:002004-11-17T20:07:01.233-05:00Haha!
Which File Extension are You?
Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100637342349209122004-11-16T15:30:00.000-05:002004-11-16T15:35:42.350-05:00It's official now
I just got an email from Dzingai acknowledging that I broke up with him. Not that it wasn't official before, but obviously it feels a little weird to know you've broken up with someone and begun to consider yourself single when they haven't heard the news yet!
Anyway, we both seem to be on the same page. We agree that this reduces the burden on each of us, and therefore we're Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100371463599092412004-11-13T13:33:00.000-05:002004-11-13T13:46:39.156-05:00Dzingai's in Zimbabwe...
Let me preface these song lyrics by saying that I recently decided to end things with Dzingai.
"Danny is lonely, cuz Mary's in India now
She said she'd call but that was 3 weeks ago
She left all her things, well
Her books and her letters from him
And as the sun rises on Mary
It sets on him
"And just dance, and just drink
and just see the things I'll probably never get Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100370752425635062004-11-13T13:28:00.000-05:002004-11-13T13:32:32.426-05:00Creepy Heater thingy
So, it's actually cold enough here (finally!) to need a heat source. My apartment came with this wierd apparatus which is sort of standard issue here in New Orleans. It's hooked up to natural gas, and is basically an open flame. There are two ceramic plates with a bunch of tiny holes that let the gas through, and when you light it, the plates glow red hot. Not sure how well Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100136021451503612004-11-10T20:04:00.000-05:002004-11-10T20:20:21.450-05:00Interview Questions
Here's the deal:
1 -- Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 -- I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 -- You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 -- You'll include this explanation.
5 -- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.
These questions are from Jillo.
1. What's your favorite Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100051934928669842004-11-09T20:47:00.000-05:002004-11-09T20:58:54.926-05:00An awesome weekend
I went to my NHSC scholarship conference in Baltimore over the weekend, and what a wonderful time it proved to be! My friend from Peace Corps, Oli, turned out to be there (neither of us knew the other was in the NHSC), and I also met many new people. Never, since peace corps at least, have I found so many people willing to discuss diarrhea over breakfast!
The conference Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100051266123041292004-11-09T20:44:00.000-05:002004-11-09T20:47:46.123-05:00Throw money at me...
And my friends!
I found out on Sunday night that I received another scholarship, this one for my Master's degree. I now only have about $5,000 of my entire education not being funded. I think I might look for another scholarship!!
Interesting to note that my core group of friends seem to have overwhelmingly gotten the same scholarship (what does that say about us?). AndrewAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1100051032264356392004-11-09T20:41:00.000-05:002004-11-09T20:43:52.263-05:00Ahhhh New Orleans
My neighbor informed me today that her friend who lives literally across the street from us was robbed yesterday at gunpoint at 3:30 in the afternoon. Good thing I don't walk around with wads of money on me.
Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099945799243492462004-11-08T15:27:00.000-05:002004-11-08T15:29:59.243-05:00Good Weekend
I had an excellent weekend! My conference went really well, and I found lots of people willing to discuss bodily functions over meals (aka Peace Corps Volunteers!). I got all jazzed about what's to come, and it has been awhile since I have felt that way.
Also, I had a great time catching up with SarahScott. We ate good food and ice cream, shopped, and caught up. :-)
Now it's backAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099945534868202312004-11-08T15:21:00.000-05:002004-11-08T15:25:34.866-05:00Reason 5000
...that I am at the right school (it seems these reasons are becoming apparent to me more and more often!): monthly concerts featuring my classmates who are amazing musicians. Today: Someone did a cover if Iz's (sp?) version of "Somewhere over the Rainbow/What a wonderful world." He had grown up in hawaii and could play the ukelele and it was great. And two of my fellow first-years Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099490030418454492004-11-03T08:49:00.000-05:002004-11-03T08:53:50.416-05:00Ohio...
...is this year's Florida, apparently.
Goddammit! I hate this. I want to know who will be president and I want to know NOW! Yes, I know the Bush camp is already half claiming victory, but I am still holding out for John Kerry. Technically he could still win: with a difference of about 100,000 votes between them, and 250,000 ballots not yet counted, it's possible. I suppose it depends Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099445655799447282004-11-02T20:31:00.000-05:002004-11-02T20:34:15.800-05:00It's like Christmas!!
I love elections! I voted this morning, and I have been excited ever since. Now, I am listening to the radio and watching CNN.com turning over the states...
It's like Christmas. But instead of Santa bringing me presents, there is also the possibility that he might murder me in my sleep. Christmas always turns out good, but elections... not such a guarantee. So I am glued Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099365363558255042004-11-01T22:11:00.000-05:002004-11-01T22:16:03.556-05:00Bloody Histology!
So I am studying histology for my exam tomorrow as we speak. Most of it is pretty straight forward. BUT...
HEMATOPOIESIS SUCKS! Hematopoiesis, in addition to being fun to say, means blood-making. And basically I need to learn how to differentiate all of the cells that become all of the other cells in our blood. I already know how to identify all the red and white blood cells, Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099350998032118322004-11-01T18:12:00.000-05:002004-11-01T18:20:53.716-05:00Crap!
Well... today's anatomy test was not very kind to me. If I passed, I barely did so. Admittedly, I blew off some good opportunities to study, but honestly I still think this was much harder than Block I. Many of my classmates are echoing the same sentiments as me. Block II, if you were going to fail a block, is the one you would be most likely to fail. I mean really, with 70 things tagged Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099272189253206542004-10-31T20:14:00.000-05:002004-10-31T20:23:09.253-05:00Not the way I would LIKE to spend Halloween
So, it's Halloween, and instead of partying dressed up strangely, I am at home, studying for exams. I use the word "studying" loosely. Don't get me wrong, if I didn't know ANYTHING I would be studying my ass off. But I know enough to pass (I think), and therefore, the motivation is gone. I've found that my motivation comes and goes: sometimes I really Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099157210769471782004-10-30T13:22:00.000-04:002004-10-30T13:26:50.770-04:00THE news
Two days ago I found out that Dzingai heard news about his visa. It's good and bad.
Good: He got a visa!!
Bad: Plane tickets are super expensive right now, so it will probably not be until January that I get to see him. :-(
Ugly: He will have to appear in immigration court when he gets here. I have no idea how that works AT ALL, so it worries me some.
Anyway, I had my brief momentAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1099156897202385212004-10-30T13:16:00.000-04:002004-10-30T13:21:37.203-04:00Trich or treat
I volunteered this morning at the "Drop-in Center" in New Orleans. It's a facility that provides reproductive health care free of charge to anyone under 24 years old. It was my first time there, and I enjoyed it, because the patients were fun to be around and I got to do stuff in the lab like UA's and pregnancy tests, and do blood pressures and stuff.
Then the nurse Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098935758087327082004-10-27T22:43:00.000-04:002004-10-27T23:55:58.086-04:00Trying to stay hopeful
I just got hit with this heavy feeling: I still have no idea when Dzingai is coming back. I have been perched on this uncertainty for about 2 months and it's exhausting. More often than not, I keep it together and I keep in mind that all I can do is take a deep breath and have patience. But right now I am really tired of it.
Dzingai met with the embassy 10 days ago, and Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098749620905512262004-10-25T19:59:00.000-04:002004-10-25T20:13:40.906-04:00Day in Review
Not much to report on really... But still, I feel like blogging. And since I am the Queeeeeeeen of My So Called Blog, blog I shall.
I took a practice practical exam for Block II of anatomy (head, neck, thorax). I hadn't studied any of the thorax yet, so my guesses on things were completely wrong! I called everything the coronary artery! I got about half of them right, which is Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098721431776064752004-10-25T13:07:00.000-04:002004-10-25T12:23:51.776-04:00Big Trouble
Yesterday, Jillo and I were talking about the biggest trouble we've ever been in. When she was young, she took the car out for a joyride, wrecked her mom's car, wrecked her bike, and damaged the garage. It's a VERY funny story, but I'm sure Jillo was scared shitless at the time.
The time I got in the biggest trouble was when I was 16 and got a tattoo. When my parents found out (Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098657748758102932004-10-24T18:41:00.000-04:002004-10-24T18:42:28.756-04:00EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
You Aren't Scary, You're Scared
Probably even scared to see how this quiz came out!
How scary are you?
Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098394457431734332004-10-21T17:21:00.000-04:002004-10-21T17:34:17.430-04:00The Itch
Lately I have been thinking about how I feel about America. After coming back from Peace Corps in spring of 2003, I thought it would just be a matter of time before I got back into the American way of doing things, and that soon enough I would love living here again. I am finding, though, that as time goes on, I like America less and less.
Coupled with the realization that I also Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098370090262862002004-10-21T10:45:00.000-04:002004-10-21T10:48:10.263-04:00Kind of News
Got an email from D today. No, I still don't know if he got the visa, but at least I know he hasn't yet been denied. He said they are notifying him by mail and that they said he should get the letter tomorrow-ish. Seeing as Zimbabwe is most definitely on Africa time, there is no guarantee that he will hear tomorrow, but he should be hearing soon.
As is stands, I am feeling better Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098330629890752742004-10-20T23:43:00.000-04:002004-10-20T23:50:29.890-04:00The best survey in a long time
Which Nigerian spammer are You?
My favorite parts were:
1) The question that asked my favorite African nation, whereupon I noticed that none of the nations listed were in Africa! (France, Myanmar, Uzbekistan, Lebanon, Peru)
2) The question that read "Mmmm....." and had Zimbabwe as an option!!
Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1098218718713386332004-10-19T16:41:00.000-04:002004-10-19T16:45:18.713-04:00Waiting on an Angel
Still no news about Dzingai's visa. His appointment was at the embassy yesterday, and as far as I know the processing is pretty quick (usually same-day, I think). Anyway, so I have been checking my email like crazy waiting to hear the news!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Stupid stupid stupid INS.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097865313209985622004-10-15T13:12:00.000-04:002004-10-15T14:35:13.210-04:00You guys are the best!
I've really realized in recent times how lucky I am to have such a great support system. It seems that not a day goes by without someone calling to check up on me, or offer some assistance to me either emotionally, or with studying. It's no secret that I am less than focused on school lately, and my friends have sworn up and down that they will not let me fail, even if Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097766900406864702004-10-14T11:09:00.000-04:002004-10-14T11:15:00.406-04:00A good long laugh
This morning, as I sat through histology lecture, I had to pee BAD. I didn't have to pee until towards the end of the lecture, but by the time he finished (he went over), I thought I was going to die. I busted out of there and dashed for one of the 6th floor bathrooms. I mentioned to my friend that I had to pee bad and that I would see her downstairs in lab.
I ran into the Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097712352543536582004-10-13T19:50:00.000-04:002004-10-13T20:05:52.543-04:00Yawn
I had a pretty full day! My morning was filled with the normal stuff: 1 hr of anatomy lecture, 2 hours of lab (instead of the usual 3), and then an embryology lecture, which I didn't really listen to. Then I had a lunch meeting (mmmm lebanese food!) with the other representatives from the Family Medicine Interest Group to talk about future events. THEN I had to bust a move back to the Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097711431084382992004-10-13T19:36:00.000-04:002004-10-13T19:50:31.083-04:00Horror!
My old neighbors' cat has been missing. They have a few cats, and when they moved they said they thought it might take them a couple of weeks to get everyone all rounded up. The other day, I noticed that they had put up a sign for Boffo Kitty, their cat with tabby stripes and a lucky white "7" on his back. I hadn't seen him around and just assumed they'd taken him already.
Now that I Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097592175105020232004-10-12T09:33:00.000-04:002004-10-12T10:42:55.106-04:00Ahhhhhhh
Note that the above was pronounced as a happy sigh.
I woke up this morning and the alarm went off, and I just thought: No. I only had a half day of school today, and it was all histology, my easiest class to make up on my own. So I turned off the alarm, went back to sleep.
I slept until about 8:30 and then got up to find the most gorgeous day ever. It's 72 degrees, sunny, and the Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097419646055345192004-10-10T10:36:00.000-04:002004-10-10T10:47:26.056-04:00Ode to Jill
Jill has been a really really great friend to me. I've been probably less than tolerable lately, last night included.
I had a very visceral reaction of horror when I found out about the photo (see previous post). I thought blogging might help me feel better about it, but when it didn't, I called Jill back again and begged her to destroy the photo (I had merely *asked* her to Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097388073921195422004-10-10T01:46:00.000-04:002004-10-10T10:51:50.356-04:00Point and Shoot
This post has been edited to remove the things I said and didn't mean...
I just found out that Jill's friend Richard has a picture of me that I did not know existed.
About a year and a half ago, I went out on the "Party Barge" with Jill, Michele, Richard, and a couple other people. The Party Barge is like a giant free-floating dock with a motor... kind of a boat and kind of Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097254207293227312004-10-08T13:46:00.000-04:002004-10-08T12:50:07.293-04:00The up side
I did forget to mention in my previous post that one of my friends made me laugh and laugh and laugh and forget about crying. She is my "skull partner" (we share a skull to study from)... and she is dating one of the TA's on the down low (it's not against school policy, since they don't do any grading, but still they don't want it to get out). Anyway, they went on a date last night..Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097253972817733122004-10-08T13:38:00.000-04:002004-10-08T12:46:12.816-04:00oops
Perhaps the royal decree should have included today. I forgot to shut off the self-pity switch when I walked out the door this morning. I had to walk out of lab when I was talking to someone and started to cry. I'm getting too tired of trying to suppress this stuff... it's very close to the surface now.
As I was leaving lab (ducking out 30 minutes early), Diego asked me if I was ok, and IAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097203833838932662004-10-07T22:42:00.000-04:002004-10-07T22:50:33.836-04:00Pity Party
By Royal Decree (of Princess Jill), I was ordered to take today and make it a pity party... I ate so much ice cream I got the shits (well, that was last night), plus a lot of other junk. I also finished reading my book, and chilled out a lot.
Now I am sugar crashing and will probably go to bed early.
For reasons I don't feel like putting in my blog, I am in utter agony with the Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1097012450451673362004-10-05T17:24:00.000-04:002004-10-05T17:40:50.453-04:00Update
Well shit... I feel like it's been forever since I have written in my blog, but I guess it hasn't been that long.
Things are marching on: I feel good about my exams; I recently sawed a human skull open by hand (the electric bone saws were broken); yesterday I held a human eye ball in the palm of my hand; last weekend I got drunk and kissed/nuzzled/bit/etc most everyone I knew at a Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1096558144259584312004-09-30T11:17:00.000-04:002004-09-30T11:29:04.266-04:00Piggy back rides
Man was I tired yesterday! After school, I went to my youth tutoring/mentoring program and ended up running piggyback races with some of my classmates with various 6 year olds on my back! whew!
It was a good time though!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1096384531122869152004-09-28T11:07:00.000-04:002004-09-28T11:15:31.123-04:00Something near and dear to me
Getting a little bit political again:
Some of you may remember how deeply hurt I was by Bush's accusations of Niger selling uranium to Iraq. As a former Peace Corps volunteer from Niger, and knowing how enraged Nigeriens were, I was disappointed at the lack of coverage in the media of the RETRACTION of the accusation. There are still many people who believe that Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1096329216024586222004-09-27T19:49:00.000-04:002004-09-27T19:53:36.023-04:00Big sigh of Relief
Block I exams are over! Yay!
While many are out celebrating tonight, I am just too tired. I didn't even stay up late, my brain is just wiped. So I am going to watch a movie and drink the cheap wine that I actually bought to trap fruit flies (turns out they don't drown in it, like I'd been told... they just drink it and fly away. Bastards!).
Also, I already got my anatomy Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095862639874560222004-09-22T09:59:00.000-04:002004-09-22T10:17:19.873-04:00Three weird dreams
1) I dreamt my neighbor (well, my parents' neighbor now, I guess) had put three mannequins on her lawn. They were dressed up all pretty, and my mom would go and stare at them. Not to be mean or anything, she just wanted to look at them. Joan thought she was being rude, so they ended up feuding.
My mother told me I should have a bunch of friends over for a party. Joan got Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095861531990447972004-09-22T09:55:00.000-04:002004-09-22T09:58:51.990-04:00Beans!
Now I really AM Mister Beans. :-)
Between Saturday and Sunday, a roughly 24-ish hour period (maybe more like 28 hours?) I ate THREE POUNDS OF BEANS!
When I get into something, I go whole hog. Sort of like the problem I had with mudslides. Now it's beans. As if I hadn't had enough, I had a bean burrito for dinner last night. Mmmmmm.
Nobody light a match!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095577302890701942004-09-19T02:56:00.000-04:002004-09-19T03:01:42.890-04:00Butterfly Effect
I just saw the Butterfly Effect. Wow. Very good movie. I tend to like dark and disturbing movies (silence of the lambs, seven, requiem for a dream), and all the better if they have some sort of complex plot. And I have to say I was very impressed by Ashton Kutcher's performance.
By far the most disturbing thing in the movie was that the the actors that played the 7 year old Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095521556502630072004-09-18T11:20:00.000-04:002004-09-18T11:32:36.503-04:00Week in Review
So... I'm back from evacuation, and New Orleans was unscathed. *big sigh of relief* *large yell of panic* Crap! I have exams after all! :-)
So we headed out to Baton Rouge and it was like a big slumber party where we studied a lot. And ate. A LOT. Diego's mom made so much food it was ridiculous. I haven't eaten that much in a long time.
Dzingai called me Tuesday night and I Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095130324228309452004-09-13T22:47:00.000-04:002004-09-13T22:52:04.226-04:00Peace Out
Tulane has cancelled classes for the rest of the week b/c of Ivan. This sucks in one sense, because we have exams regardless on Monday of next week. Not having access to the labs to study, and having our practice practical exams cancelled is a pain. But... it's good they made the move now, so that we can go ahead and evacuate before the rush.
We're outta here tomorrow AM. I am going Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095116803440296162004-09-13T18:41:00.000-04:002004-09-13T19:06:43.440-04:00Shine
I made a new friend today. She is 8 and her name is Sunshine, but she told me they almost just named her Shine. It was her daddy's idea to put the sun in front, she said.
I started working at a tutoring program for at risk youth at Kingsley House in New Orleans. The kids are awesome, and Sunshine is hysterical. I swear that girl is 43 years old, deep down somewhere. She's a smart girl Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095115264953774542004-09-13T15:32:00.000-04:002004-09-13T18:41:04.953-04:00Spoke too soon
Ivan is back on the path toward us... the newest update from the government says that there is an 18% chance that the eye will pass within 65 miles of us. Given the size of the storm, 65 miles away still means it would be a big storm.
Turns out, though, that it's not much more likely to hit elsewhere. For all this talk about the Florida pan handle... it's only 19% likely it willAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095036104736396992004-09-12T20:12:00.000-04:002004-09-12T20:43:59.790-04:00Anonymity
You'll notice that my last name isn't anywhere on this page. That's because the last thing I want is this blog to pop up on a google search by someone specifically looking for information about me. I suppose I could just get a blog on one of those sites where you can limit access to entries... but I am too set in the habit here on blogspot.
So I have never posted any pictures... Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095034334988247102004-09-12T20:02:00.000-04:002004-09-12T20:12:14.990-04:00Friday night
After watching the Graduate, I went over to a classmates place for a party. Whereupon a drunk guy who has met my mother couldn't stop talking about how hot she is. I hear this alot, but it's particulaly disturbing right after watching that movie.
I mean, she IS pretty... but do I want to think about all the fantasies people I know have about her?
With three of the infamous Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095033579893942752004-09-12T19:50:00.000-04:002004-09-12T19:59:39.893-04:00Good Readin'
Here are a few blogs that I read on a regular basis. I read many blogs on a regular basis, but I want to highlight three that I think are good to read, even if you don't know the person. Two of them I actually DON'T know the person!
Medea Sin
I love this blog. It speaks to me really really loudly, and I can't quite place why. I stumbled upon it by accident about 6 months ago while Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1095033021611746172004-09-12T19:45:00.000-04:002004-09-12T19:50:21.613-04:00Everyone is in Africa!
Except me.
The boy, Dzingai, is in Zimbabwe (obviously, unless you haven't read a word I've written in the last 3 months).
My dear friend Kabongo and his daughters just flew out of Baltimore today to head to Niger. That's where we met, when he worked for Catholic Relief Services and I was in Peace Corps. After struggling to make living in America work, he has accepted aAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094867846392315752004-09-10T21:42:00.000-04:002004-09-10T21:57:26.393-04:00Happiness
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere." --Agnes Repplier
I've been having a hard time lately... I seem to blame all of my troubles on Dzingai being gone (although adjusting to a new city has also been a scapegoat). I've been fighting back tears a lot lately... not because I don't think I should be allowed to cry, but because the Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094859202083648312004-09-10T19:28:00.000-04:002004-09-10T19:33:22.083-04:00Would you like me to seduce you?
I watched the Graduate today. I'd never seen it before, but I really really liked it. The first half was HYSTERICAL, and the second half was still really good even though it was more serious. I just love how Dustin Hoffman bumbles around because he has NO idea what to do with this attractive woman.
Here's something funny... There's a scene in Wayne's World 2 Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094857962853313732004-09-10T19:03:00.000-04:002004-09-10T19:12:42.853-04:00Hurray for us! Not for them...
So, recent updates on the projected path of Ivan do not include Louisiana by a long shot. So we should be ok. Granted, hurricanes have been known to change paths, but we're probably safe.
Now I am beginning to wonder about what Mother Nature has against Florida. Personally I am inclined to think that She is mad about Bush's environmental policy and is not eager Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094772434828235342004-09-09T19:24:00.000-04:002004-09-09T19:27:14.826-04:00What would happen if...
Read this article about what could happen if there were a Cat 4 or Cat 5 hurricane to hit New Orleans dead on.
Hurricane risk to New Orleans
What is it with me? First I attract a plague of locusts (ok, so they were cicadas) and now this!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094772253447398342004-09-09T19:20:00.000-04:002004-09-09T19:30:06.386-04:00Ivan Update
In the couple of hours since I last checked the projected path of Ivan, the storm has been downgraded to a Cat-4 and the path is expected to veer more Northward. However, weather.com warns that the path may change suddenly and that the change in wind speed is more likely a fluctuation than anything else.
None the less, I am relieved to see that Louisiana is just barely on the edge Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094760196735171532004-09-09T15:57:00.000-04:002004-09-09T16:03:16.736-04:00It's comin' straight for us!
Hurricane Ivan is now a Cat-5 hurricane. It is possible that it will head right on up to New Orleans. The path it will take is unclear, so its possible it could hit Florida or Alabama instead, but still...
No one I know has ever heard of a Category 5 hurricane hitting New Orleans. If it does (and doesn't calm down first), there will be serious trouble. First, NOLA Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094664701033132402004-09-08T13:21:00.000-04:002004-09-08T15:27:37.846-04:00Confidence
Despite the obvious indications that would suggest I am really confident, it's true that we all have holes in our confidence (to different levels). Today we had our first problem based learning set. I was looking forward to it and the accompanying opportunities to learn, but as the discussion wore on I became less confident in my knowledge of anatomy.
I had a certain theory Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094588322424543162004-09-07T16:14:00.000-04:002004-09-07T16:18:42.423-04:00Hellooooooo out there
So, I just put a counter on the bottom of the webpage last night... I wanted to see about how many people come to the site everyday. And, considering that a couple of the hits are mine, there are still a good many more hits than I was expecting. I really can only think of a few people who read this blog regularly. So who are you other people? Or does someone check my blog Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094520534772361272004-09-06T21:18:00.000-04:002004-09-06T21:28:54.773-04:00Productive day
I feel like I have been productive today. I haven't actually done a whole lot, but for some reason I am going around feeling proud of myself. Here is what I have accomplished today.
--Shower (I *even* washed my hair!)
--Watched the second half of Fire Walk With Me (the Twin Peaks prequel). I started watching it late last night, and I got scared and had to turn it off... lest I Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094482489286646152004-09-06T10:51:00.000-04:002004-09-06T10:54:49.286-04:00Homeland Security
You should read this article, about a photography student being harassed by various type of police.
Humiliated, Angry, Ashamed, Brown
It's good readin' and something to think about. Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094410753796837572004-09-05T14:39:00.000-04:002004-09-05T14:59:13.796-04:00Southern Decadence
Southern Decadence is the big "gay Mardi Gras" that takes place here every year over labor day weekend. I wanted to go see what it was all about so I met up with some friends last night and off we went to Bourbon St.
The rumors were true... it IS a big sweaty half-naked testosterone fest. I felt like I was ready to go before midnight. But I was supposed to be meeting up withAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094337360788556402004-09-04T18:26:00.000-04:002004-09-04T18:36:00.786-04:00Attitude is everything
Today is going really well... I think I've just had an attitude change. I've been a little (or a lot) down lately, and it colors my perceptions of everything. Little things are so much harder to deal with when you have a shit attitude toward everything.
But today I have light in my eyes again. Not sure where the renewed attitude came from. I just ate a peach and decided Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094320107511374442004-09-04T13:29:00.000-04:002004-09-04T13:48:27.510-04:00One track blog
I realize that I have been sort of focused on school and school only with my blog... Perhaps y'all (hey, I am New Orleans, just trying to learn the vernacular) would like to hear about stuff that has nothing to do with school?
Tidbits of news:
* I am finally getting some plants for my big-ass balcony (that's a standard term for a balcony as large as mine... in fact, when buyingAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094318946603463362004-09-04T13:27:00.000-04:002004-09-04T13:49:25.770-04:00Best game ever!
I stumbled upon this game on someone else's blog...
Orgasm Girl
You'd think I would be good at it, but it's damn hard. Try it and you'll see what I mean. If you figure out how to beat "Ashley" and get to the next level, tell me how. Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094256626898610102004-09-03T20:06:00.000-04:002004-09-03T20:10:26.896-04:0015 years
Today is my family's 15th anniversary of having moved to America. On September 3rd 1989, we rolled into Renton, Washington late late at night. We slept in sleeping bags on the floor of our new bedrooms. I, then 8 years old, woke up and couldn't remember where I was. I had lived in the same house as long as I could remember. Two days later, I met a girl named Molly Hagerman, and she was Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283453.post-1094256155471621542004-09-03T19:10:00.000-04:002004-09-03T20:02:35.473-04:00P=MD
I've mentioned this before, and I want to explore it a little more deeply. I passed my anatomy test, just a little below average and just a little above the threshold required to pass. This satisfies me. Most of the people who know me really well probably are shaking their heads, not because I didn't get an A (we all know THAT is possible) but because I seem to be at peace with it. When I Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02109617923031458186noreply@blogger.com