Catch Me if You Can
Came home from work where I wanted to stick my car key through Chelsea's forehead until I told Mac that he needed to send her home or I couldn't guarantee her safety, plopped down, ate leftover linguine and watched the title movie with Zac and Amy. I really love those two, living with them is such awesomeness I can't even say. I obviously can't put it in to words properly either. Gooooo English Major!
Went to see my new girly doctor this morning. He was really nice, quick and precise, though it kinda wierded me out more that he was/had to be super uber careful about the physical. Like, I know there are laws, and that procedure is very, "This is what I'm doing now..." and all that, but I've been to so many gynos and had so many pelvics I think I could perform one on myself if I bent that way. And, you know, knew what I was supposed to be looking for. He also used the all inclusive "we" quite a bit, but I decided to try and move past that. After all, it can't be any wierder to an outside observer than walking in on your patient in paper gown trying to correct the typos in the article on the wall... I'm also a little intrigued by the thought of an obstetrics and gynocological facility offering cosmetic surgery. I mean, it's all harmless skin stuff for scars and major blemishes and that sort of thing, but all I could think of was people having vagina lifts.
"Boyfriend tired of the same old labia? Give him something new with a beauty mark!"
It's like tattooed eyeliner. But for your vagoo.
(if you don't get that reference, read Least I Could Do-- it's my favorite)
Hi, my name is Meg and I'm wierd.
Anywhoo, bitchy nurse lady who was pissed about having On The Border for lunch "again" pricked me for the blood sample right on a spot I think I had a splinter or something on last night because it hurt like hell and still does. I also had a completely wierd weekend and then spent three hours sitting in a freezing cold drs office only to walk out in to cold rain which put me in a choice mood, so I totally forgot to run shit down to the old apartment and instead watched Syriana (which would have been good if it had been 20 minutes shorter, even without a plot) and spaced out.
Saw Joey and Dill briefly, left them to do their catching up, realized just how much shit I have to do before I leave for Houston on Wednesday.
The plan is as follows:
Wake up early (obviously, as it is currently 240a) and go down to the CC apartment offices. Talk to them about the plan, then get the rest of my shit out of the place.
Noonish, head back. Go steal S-K's laundry maker because I have NO CLEAN CLOTHES LEFT. It's kind of ridiculous. I also need to figure out what the fuck happened to my socks; they've all disappeared and I haven't been washing them (don't wear them that often, haven't done laundry in a while) so I'm a bit confused as to where they've run off to.
Work at six I think? Well, work either way. Then come home and get my shit together to be at the airport ass crack early on Wednesday to go to Houston for the day. Come back, maybe get Dill to pick me up and then come have ice cream (since B is taking me because airport parking is a fucking scam).
Thursday is when things get exciting. There's a Blue Jackets/Preds exhibition game in Memphis that night. I know, not awesome teams, I'd rather see the Thrashers and the Habs or the Sens or even the Pens, but whatever. The awesome thing is that I MIGHT BE OFFICIATING!!!!!!
I also got an e-mail today from my off ice buddies and I get an official CHL sweater and jacket. Ohhh yeah, talk about hawtt. That's like hott and hawt mixed together to indicate more sexiness than you know what to do with.
Anyway, I'm going to stop talking about how much shit I have to do in the next three days and GO DO IT!
Oh, and if you happen to find $15 floating around, let me know, because I really could use some Starbucks and that was also the only money I had left until I get paid again and Amy has a chance to deposit the check... yeeeah.
Went to see my new girly doctor this morning. He was really nice, quick and precise, though it kinda wierded me out more that he was/had to be super uber careful about the physical. Like, I know there are laws, and that procedure is very, "This is what I'm doing now..." and all that, but I've been to so many gynos and had so many pelvics I think I could perform one on myself if I bent that way. And, you know, knew what I was supposed to be looking for. He also used the all inclusive "we" quite a bit, but I decided to try and move past that. After all, it can't be any wierder to an outside observer than walking in on your patient in paper gown trying to correct the typos in the article on the wall... I'm also a little intrigued by the thought of an obstetrics and gynocological facility offering cosmetic surgery. I mean, it's all harmless skin stuff for scars and major blemishes and that sort of thing, but all I could think of was people having vagina lifts.
"Boyfriend tired of the same old labia? Give him something new with a beauty mark!"
It's like tattooed eyeliner. But for your vagoo.
(if you don't get that reference, read Least I Could Do-- it's my favorite)
Hi, my name is Meg and I'm wierd.
Anywhoo, bitchy nurse lady who was pissed about having On The Border for lunch "again" pricked me for the blood sample right on a spot I think I had a splinter or something on last night because it hurt like hell and still does. I also had a completely wierd weekend and then spent three hours sitting in a freezing cold drs office only to walk out in to cold rain which put me in a choice mood, so I totally forgot to run shit down to the old apartment and instead watched Syriana (which would have been good if it had been 20 minutes shorter, even without a plot) and spaced out.
Saw Joey and Dill briefly, left them to do their catching up, realized just how much shit I have to do before I leave for Houston on Wednesday.
The plan is as follows:
Wake up early (obviously, as it is currently 240a) and go down to the CC apartment offices. Talk to them about the plan, then get the rest of my shit out of the place.
Noonish, head back. Go steal S-K's laundry maker because I have NO CLEAN CLOTHES LEFT. It's kind of ridiculous. I also need to figure out what the fuck happened to my socks; they've all disappeared and I haven't been washing them (don't wear them that often, haven't done laundry in a while) so I'm a bit confused as to where they've run off to.
Work at six I think? Well, work either way. Then come home and get my shit together to be at the airport ass crack early on Wednesday to go to Houston for the day. Come back, maybe get Dill to pick me up and then come have ice cream (since B is taking me because airport parking is a fucking scam).
Thursday is when things get exciting. There's a Blue Jackets/Preds exhibition game in Memphis that night. I know, not awesome teams, I'd rather see the Thrashers and the Habs or the Sens or even the Pens, but whatever. The awesome thing is that I MIGHT BE OFFICIATING!!!!!!
I also got an e-mail today from my off ice buddies and I get an official CHL sweater and jacket. Ohhh yeah, talk about hawtt. That's like hott and hawt mixed together to indicate more sexiness than you know what to do with.
Anyway, I'm going to stop talking about how much shit I have to do in the next three days and GO DO IT!
Oh, and if you happen to find $15 floating around, let me know, because I really could use some Starbucks and that was also the only money I had left until I get paid again and Amy has a chance to deposit the check... yeeeah.