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At the request of several different people, I will now blog.
I've been bad about it lately. It's like playing a musical instrument: once you put it down, it's hard to pick back up, no matter how much you liked it.
Ok, so my summer was cool. I loved loved LOVED my practicum. I had the opportunity to work with people going through detox, people with bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, etc. Anyhow, it solidified that yes, I'm doing the right thing with my life, and I do like to work with people with mental illnesses.
School has started again. I am taking 11 hours. I'm taking Research II, Administration and Supervision, Substance misuse, violence, and risk management, and Adult Assessment and Treatment. So far, they all seem ok. We built fake modes of transportation in supervision yesterday, and then got to eat Oreos. It was a lot like kindergarten, actually.
Hmm... what else happened this summer? My sister and her husband joined a carnival. There's rumor that the law and/or drug dealers or the like are after them. Surprise, surprise. There was a brief period of time (about two or three weeks) where my sister and brother-in-law were living with my brother, sister-in-law, and niece. In a trailer. What fun! My niece came down for a visit in August, which was fun, if not extremely tiring. The kid is energy, non-stop. I love her so... but it reinforces that I never want children. I just don't have the long-term patience for it. They take so much attention. Unlike cats. You can leave cats alone at home and no one calls child protective services.
Anyhow, we took Autumn to the NEwport Aquarium, which was neat. All sorts of fishies and sharks. And Jay got pooped on by a bird. There's an aviary where the birds fly free (really pretty birds, lorakeets, I think). THey'll land on the people, expecting treats of nectar, which we did not have, as they cost money. This one bird decided Jay was his friend, and walked all over his back. When we stepped out, I saw that his back was covered with his new friend's special present.
Ilya came up for a visit in early August. We went to King's Island with my cousin and her latest boyfriend. That was fun, even if it did rain in the beginning of the day. We rode all of the major coasters, but Face Off was closed, which saddens me. I love Face Off. Ilya and I went to the Woodford Reserve distillery one day, which was really cool. I learned how super-premium whiskey is made. And Ilya learned that all whiskey is not as icky as Jack Daniel's. Anyhow, seeing the big huge containers full of mash was neat. IT was bubbling on its own, in a crazy way. And it smelled like bread. I was convinced I could get drunk off the smell in the area where they keep the barrels, but nobody else seems to think that's true.
Jay's been working at Perot Systems all summer long, and has carried that job over into the fall. He works with Shawn. He's back in class, as well, and resenting every moment he has to sit through an astronomy class. He got glasses this weekend (he loses them like I lose chapstick), so now he can get his learner's and learn to drive!
Aimee and I saw They Might Be Giants in late July, at a really cool outdoor venue in Louisville during Lebowskifest. It was on the river, and set up ampitheater style more or less. In the middle of Ana Ng (I think) random fireworks started in downtown Louisville. It was trippy. There were these guys next to us that used to follow Phish around, but for obvious reasons, can't do that any longer. So they decided to come to Lebowskifest, instead. Which was fine, they were nice enough. But their pseudo-hippie Phish dancing made me laugh so hard. It was very very amusing. THe belly dancers annoyed the hell out of me, as they often do at concerts. Ok, I realize you belly dance, great for you. But do you really need to try to do it during "Fingertips"? It looked like a cross between a random sexual act and vomiting. It made me realize I've never met a belly dancer that I like. And then I felt bad, because the next week we had 2 belly dancers as patients in the hospital. Something else that I came to the conclusion about over the summer: most strippers seem to have bipolar disorder. Hmm. Although I've recently learned in class that the plural of anecdote is not evidence.
Ok, that's enough for now. For all of you I haven't talked to in awhile, please comment! Encourage me to blog more often! :)
I've been bad about it lately. It's like playing a musical instrument: once you put it down, it's hard to pick back up, no matter how much you liked it.
Ok, so my summer was cool. I loved loved LOVED my practicum. I had the opportunity to work with people going through detox, people with bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, etc. Anyhow, it solidified that yes, I'm doing the right thing with my life, and I do like to work with people with mental illnesses.
School has started again. I am taking 11 hours. I'm taking Research II, Administration and Supervision, Substance misuse, violence, and risk management, and Adult Assessment and Treatment. So far, they all seem ok. We built fake modes of transportation in supervision yesterday, and then got to eat Oreos. It was a lot like kindergarten, actually.
Hmm... what else happened this summer? My sister and her husband joined a carnival. There's rumor that the law and/or drug dealers or the like are after them. Surprise, surprise. There was a brief period of time (about two or three weeks) where my sister and brother-in-law were living with my brother, sister-in-law, and niece. In a trailer. What fun! My niece came down for a visit in August, which was fun, if not extremely tiring. The kid is energy, non-stop. I love her so... but it reinforces that I never want children. I just don't have the long-term patience for it. They take so much attention. Unlike cats. You can leave cats alone at home and no one calls child protective services.
Anyhow, we took Autumn to the NEwport Aquarium, which was neat. All sorts of fishies and sharks. And Jay got pooped on by a bird. There's an aviary where the birds fly free (really pretty birds, lorakeets, I think). THey'll land on the people, expecting treats of nectar, which we did not have, as they cost money. This one bird decided Jay was his friend, and walked all over his back. When we stepped out, I saw that his back was covered with his new friend's special present.
Ilya came up for a visit in early August. We went to King's Island with my cousin and her latest boyfriend. That was fun, even if it did rain in the beginning of the day. We rode all of the major coasters, but Face Off was closed, which saddens me. I love Face Off. Ilya and I went to the Woodford Reserve distillery one day, which was really cool. I learned how super-premium whiskey is made. And Ilya learned that all whiskey is not as icky as Jack Daniel's. Anyhow, seeing the big huge containers full of mash was neat. IT was bubbling on its own, in a crazy way. And it smelled like bread. I was convinced I could get drunk off the smell in the area where they keep the barrels, but nobody else seems to think that's true.
Jay's been working at Perot Systems all summer long, and has carried that job over into the fall. He works with Shawn. He's back in class, as well, and resenting every moment he has to sit through an astronomy class. He got glasses this weekend (he loses them like I lose chapstick), so now he can get his learner's and learn to drive!
Aimee and I saw They Might Be Giants in late July, at a really cool outdoor venue in Louisville during Lebowskifest. It was on the river, and set up ampitheater style more or less. In the middle of Ana Ng (I think) random fireworks started in downtown Louisville. It was trippy. There were these guys next to us that used to follow Phish around, but for obvious reasons, can't do that any longer. So they decided to come to Lebowskifest, instead. Which was fine, they were nice enough. But their pseudo-hippie Phish dancing made me laugh so hard. It was very very amusing. THe belly dancers annoyed the hell out of me, as they often do at concerts. Ok, I realize you belly dance, great for you. But do you really need to try to do it during "Fingertips"? It looked like a cross between a random sexual act and vomiting. It made me realize I've never met a belly dancer that I like. And then I felt bad, because the next week we had 2 belly dancers as patients in the hospital. Something else that I came to the conclusion about over the summer: most strippers seem to have bipolar disorder. Hmm. Although I've recently learned in class that the plural of anecdote is not evidence.
Ok, that's enough for now. For all of you I haven't talked to in awhile, please comment! Encourage me to blog more often! :)