Franklin Kiddie

These are the two greatest people alive. No joke, but don't go trying to Wikipedia that shit. You won't find it. They're too cool for the internet. :)

More later.

Note to self: You owe 1 soul to the Kiddie. Grab one from jar on top of fridge.

Hemophilia...Everyone's Favorite Childhood Game

Alright, so in all seriousness, Hemophilia is a horrible disorder. I'm actually supposed to be working on a presentation for my formaldehyde-dipped rat loving Biology teacher. My parter is sitting next to me. Say hi! we're both procrastinating.(He's a little shy. That's really a lie. He's not shy at all, he's just comsumed with his macbook right now and it's trying to intimidate me by using both the desktop computer in our lab and his laptop at the same time. While it is highly amusing to watch him surf the web on one and use the other to look at our notes from lecture today, I will admit I am a tad bit envious.) Like right now, I'm trying to freak him out by constantly staring at him while I type. 1. to annoy him and 2. to see if he'll even pay any attention.

This has been going on for a few minutes now and still no response. He looks pretty engulfed in what he's doing.

So back to hemophilia. I fell down in the hallway today. It was pretty awesome. I took a spill and landed in the powerslide position. For those of you who aren't rockers (I'm really not either, but oh well) here's a picture of a powerslide.

Pretty awesome isn't it? Since I don't have hemophilia I'll only be minorly bruised. If I did suffer from hemophilia, there's the possibility that I could internally bleed to death and that my friends is not cool...

I really shouldn't procrastinate any longer. I'll update you on my progress. Until next time.

Look What Day It Is!

I meant to add this in the last blog.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

Motion Sickness and Supersized Fries

Okay. Today I learned a very valuable lesson. "Never ride with family members who tend to multitask while driving." Start. Stop. Swerve left, swerve right. Start. Stop. BRAKE! It was quite a magical experience.

Today was supposed to be a fun-filled extravaganza. There was supposed to be shopping and jollies galore. Instead, I got carsick, we got lost, and lunch was in more than one way disgusting.

I go in one store, stay in 5 minutes and leave. (Partial anxiety, partial just not feeling the store at all.) So I go back to the car and we proceed to leave the parking lot. While I thought that it was going to be a pleasant experience, we almost "bought" the car in front of us. (To "buy" a car that you doesn't belong to you or a member of your immediate family, specifically those with passengers in front of you in traffic, means that you basically smacked it in the ass and that your insurance company is going to love you since they'll be footing the bill.)

Luckily, we didn't hit it thanks to anti-lock brakes. (Thank you anti-lock brakes!) However, I did feel like I was in a child restraint kind of seat for most of the ride though I had been in a position where I could have played front seat driver.

So we're driving, exploring around a town where we've been many times, just to other parts of it. It was quite an adventure. You're driving and you drive on a little more and you start to look for places to turn around. That's a minor task that's quite difficult to do when there's a big ass bridge in front of you. I don't mean a little bridge. I seriously mean a big ass bridge.

I don't know if any of you are like me, but I hate bridges. I do not like them. Little ones are fine, but any of the larger ones with huge amounts of water underneath them (rivers, etc.) freaks me out just a tad. Luckily we got to the other side and turned around, getting to go over the magical bridge once again...Oh joy...

After that little magic carpet ride, we go for lunch. Burger King...


(Have you guys seen the new commercials with the Pink Panther toys? Mr. Announcer man totally says booger. Youtube it and check it out. It's hilarious.) It was not my first choice. I've never been a fan of the king. His head is oversized to the point to where it's almost scary. Also, it is a bit creepy how he breaks into the homes of random strangers, even if it is to give them a deliciously cheap breakfast treat.

Anywho, I order my sandwich as is, get my meal, and we go. Now, I'm already feeling sick from the teacup like ride in the car and my lunch only adds to my nausea. The sandwich was ridiculously sick. Excessive mayo (good in some instances, just not in this one), mushy pickle, and old onion are not a good combination when you already feel like you're going to hurl.

I spent the majority of the ride home leaned back in the passenger seat, hoping I wouldn't barf, and merrily riding in the wiggly car. (Yes, it was wiggly.)

Oh yes! It was the time of my life. I'm ready for another time though. Maybe next time the excursion will be a tad bit more awesome.

Totally Sweet Blessings From The Money Gods!

Today was better than the Louisiana Purchase. I received my refund check. I didn't even have to stand in line. There were 2 people in front of me and it was still like "Swoosh!" Insta-payday. That just happened.

It's like the cash gods threw me into the holy shower of money. It was freaking sweet. $700 big ones. I wish I could get paid for nothing all the time. In a way, I'm getting paid for going to class, but I still look at it as money won. Money won is much sweeter than money earned. Ask Peter LaFleur. He can tell you all about it. (If you have no clue who I'm talking about, watch "Dodgeball". Seriously. Go to Blockbuster now. Do it.)

So, some of you may be asking, "What are you going to spend it on, oh toasty one?" Here's my answer. I'm going to deposit the check in it's entirety into a high interest CD account so that I can reap the benefits by simply sitting here and blogging to you people.

Okay, so as much as I wish that highly complicated answer was true, it's a lie. As much as I would truly love to invest it, it tends to burn a hole in my pocket. Translation: Spend as soon as possible.

I'm actually being wise about it. I'm calculating exactly how much I need of what, when I need it, etc. I've got 2 lists going right now, wants and needs. 1 guess as to which one is longer. (Is it really that hard? Come on...)

One purchase that I would love to make is a new camera. Now, I have 2 cameras. One is a suckass Sanyo and the other is a Samsung. They're both okay cameras and both work, but I'd really love something with a higher pixel rate and better overall quality with features, etc. Best Buy has something completely awesome.

I give to you the Canon Powershot SD1100IS

Isn't it pretty? This beautiful camera retails in Best Buy stores for $179.99. Now, I can upgrade to 10.0 megapixel Canon Powershot SD790IS for $20 more. So many choices! I hate options. (I actually love options. Yay America!)

It's times like these that I wish I didn't have buyer's remorse. I'm also a bit of an impulse buyer. I want to walk into Best Buy and have a sales clerk give me that camera in exchange for money. I love it. My other cameras take so-so quality photos. The Samsung is WAY better than the Sanyo. I paid $225 for the Sanyo digital camera and no matter what setting you use, inside or out, the photos are of a quite poor quality. No, it's not the photographer's fault. The megapixels are fine. The funny thing about it is the Samsung was $99 (but was free to me thanks to my cousin who had no use for it) and it takes photos that you could compare to that from a Sony Cybershot. It even has more features. It kind of goes to show that paying more for something doesn't necessarily mean that you're getting a better product.

So...what do I do? The clock is ticking. The money is waiting and currently burning a hole in my pocket. To buy or not to buy...Hmmm...

"I Go To College, But Not For The Education..."

"...The Government Pays My Tuition. God Bless This Nation."-Toby Turner

Tomorrow is the equivalent of every college student's Christmas. Tomorrow I go from poor college child to semi-wealthy college child. I will no longer have to live on tasteless ramen alone! Now I can afford the lovely breakfasts of McDonald's and the delicious cuisine of the orient (also known as Chinese takeout) . That's right! I'll head to the business office on campus to pick up my FINANCIAL AID REFUND CHECK! It's like God opened up the clouds and decided to bless me with greenbacks! As God as my witness, I'll never go hungry again! (Um...I never really went hungry before, but now I get to eat some more! Yes!)

Now I can buy fancy little treats like amuse bouche! I can buy food to amuse my bouche! (That sounds so wrong.) I think I'm going to splurge a little and pick up some nonalcoholic bubbly. Jeeves, go pick up a lovely 2009 bottle of Welsh's best sparkling grape. I'll tip you well when you return.

Biology II and Me

Sitting in class from 8am to what seems like an eternity until dismissal is great fun. Learning about all of the components that make humans advanced individuals is really something, especially when you're trying to compute all of this and manage to cram literally thousands of words into your brain with minimal caffeine.

Doodling tends to help. That is... until you realize that you're behind 3 PowerPoint pages, didn't catch a WORD the instructor just said and your "neighbor" sitting next to you won't fork over his notes because even though he never looks at them, he'd really just prefer not to share.

Lab is even a greater accomplishment. Once you've finally managed to receive a hearty zap from your sinoatrial node much like that of Tang, being the "kick in a glass" that it is, it's off to zee laboratory. (Don't mind the obviously fake French accent. Just roll with it.)

So there you sit in your little comfy rolling office chair...the office chair which tries to eat your ass rather than to be a relaxing place to park yourself for the next couple of hours...then for the next ten minutes...you sit gabbing away, praying that you don't get too comfortable because God knows as soon as you think you can actually enjoy yourself, the instructor walks in.

Don't get me wrong. She's a real sweetheart. She's probably the biggest pervert I've met next to myself who admits on a regular basis that she loves teaching anatomy and physiology simply because she gets to use words like "sphincter" and "anus". I had the same woman as my instructor for my Intro to Biology I class and she forever told us of her book she had longed to call "Jumping To Defecate." It was better than a trip to Disneyland. I swear to God it was.

Before you know it, you've finished your assignment with your partner, coincidentally the same guy who wouldn't share his notes in class but keeps asking you for all the answers in your lab manual. (Nice Mr. Rico.) You finish up the day by having the instructor go on and on about her days in college and speaking fondly of Butter, the lab rat turned yellow from formaldehyde she and her friends had dissected back in the day. You pack up, head out, and pray to God you can regain some sanity before your next class.

I'm melting! I'm melting! Oh what a world!

Hot and Fresh

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