wool_cotton:MITTENS
I learned last night on my own, and with the help of a VERY special person, how to use the CORRECT HTML for posting pictures on LiveJournal. I also learned how to resize the pictures properly so that they just fit. Emotions = happy and excited!
I go home today. My "installation dinner" is tomorrow evening at the firehouse - basically, a bunch of drunk firemen, police officers, council persons, etc that give and get awards and the new officers are "installed" into the company. And the food sucks. But, I typically have a good time because Sue and I go with one another and stand at the bar the whole evening (open bar from 7p-2a and YES they serve me).
I have only drank to actually "get drunk" once. That was bad. Otherwise, I don't abuse my alcohol before. In fact, I hardly drink. And when I do it's a coke and rum, or a scotch and soda (my Uncle introduced me to that, try it). And occasionally the shot of straight hard liquor with the friends on a birthday.
School is swell and things are going in my direction for once - finally! the wind has stopped howling at the moon. Courses for the FINAL semester at Seton Hall:
Gen Chem 1
Gen Bio/Organisms
College English II
Pre-Calculus, Alg & Trig
Drugs and Alcohol Abuse
Why am I taking so many sciences and a math as a psych major? because I'm pre-med. Wow, I've waited sometime to say that...I'm doing well in my courses thus far (it's been only two weeks mind you) and I actually think that if I work my ass off with my Pre-Calc professor that I can achieve a good grade - he's a great teacher. And as for my Gen Chem class...couldn't love it more! I forgot how much I enjoyed chemistry (I'm a dorkus golapykus for this, I know).
HEADLINES IN THE NEWS: I got into Temple University and will be attending in the fall of 2004. I'm excited. I really want to get out of Catholic Hell and to a place where I can enjoy myself. My friend C.P. goes there and we may get an apartment together - either way I will be in an apartment.
Father John (a priest here on campus) and I had a talk the other night about God and what it means to have faith in a religion and a God, as separate powers. He gets me thinking - I like him, he's real nice and helpful. But what I like most about him is his intellect and his stories: it's amazing the stories he tells and the way he tells him, as if you a book were being acted out right before your eyes. You see, I don't believe in God...or a religion. This mostly came into mind about five years ago when I first started to get into medicine, however, started to conjure itself in middle school sometime. Yet, whenever I have a patient whom dies in my presence I recite a "Hail Mary" for him/her, for, as I was grown and taught in the Roman Catholic tradition, a "Hail Mary" spoken for a deceased person (at the time that they decease) passes them through Purgatory and straight to the gates of Heaven, so that suffering occurs no longer. Whether or not this is true doesn't matter to me - whether or not I believe, doesn't matter to me - what matters to me is that my patient believed, and as the advocate for him/her I feel it's a "duty" of mine to do for him/her. Oh well...more thoughts on this some other time. I really enjoy talking about religion and intellect. It's ashame that more people out there cannot conversate in an interesting enough manner to actually speak to people - that's why I love getting together with my Uncle Doug, a minister whom resides in Florida but often visits NYC - he makes me think so much, and is a wonderful conversationalist! Oh, how I look forward to our dinners.
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
I go home today. My "installation dinner" is tomorrow evening at the firehouse - basically, a bunch of drunk firemen, police officers, council persons, etc that give and get awards and the new officers are "installed" into the company. And the food sucks. But, I typically have a good time because Sue and I go with one another and stand at the bar the whole evening (open bar from 7p-2a and YES they serve me).
I have only drank to actually "get drunk" once. That was bad. Otherwise, I don't abuse my alcohol before. In fact, I hardly drink. And when I do it's a coke and rum, or a scotch and soda (my Uncle introduced me to that, try it). And occasionally the shot of straight hard liquor with the friends on a birthday.
School is swell and things are going in my direction for once - finally! the wind has stopped howling at the moon. Courses for the FINAL semester at Seton Hall:
Gen Chem 1
Gen Bio/Organisms
College English II
Pre-Calculus, Alg & Trig
Drugs and Alcohol Abuse
Why am I taking so many sciences and a math as a psych major? because I'm pre-med. Wow, I've waited sometime to say that...I'm doing well in my courses thus far (it's been only two weeks mind you) and I actually think that if I work my ass off with my Pre-Calc professor that I can achieve a good grade - he's a great teacher. And as for my Gen Chem class...couldn't love it more! I forgot how much I enjoyed chemistry (I'm a dorkus golapykus for this, I know).
HEADLINES IN THE NEWS: I got into Temple University and will be attending in the fall of 2004. I'm excited. I really want to get out of Catholic Hell and to a place where I can enjoy myself. My friend C.P. goes there and we may get an apartment together - either way I will be in an apartment.
Father John (a priest here on campus) and I had a talk the other night about God and what it means to have faith in a religion and a God, as separate powers. He gets me thinking - I like him, he's real nice and helpful. But what I like most about him is his intellect and his stories: it's amazing the stories he tells and the way he tells him, as if you a book were being acted out right before your eyes. You see, I don't believe in God...or a religion. This mostly came into mind about five years ago when I first started to get into medicine, however, started to conjure itself in middle school sometime. Yet, whenever I have a patient whom dies in my presence I recite a "Hail Mary" for him/her, for, as I was grown and taught in the Roman Catholic tradition, a "Hail Mary" spoken for a deceased person (at the time that they decease) passes them through Purgatory and straight to the gates of Heaven, so that suffering occurs no longer. Whether or not this is true doesn't matter to me - whether or not I believe, doesn't matter to me - what matters to me is that my patient believed, and as the advocate for him/her I feel it's a "duty" of mine to do for him/her. Oh well...more thoughts on this some other time. I really enjoy talking about religion and intellect. It's ashame that more people out there cannot conversate in an interesting enough manner to actually speak to people - that's why I love getting together with my Uncle Doug, a minister whom resides in Florida but often visits NYC - he makes me think so much, and is a wonderful conversationalist! Oh, how I look forward to our dinners.
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson