my funny valentine, sweet comic valentine... you make me smile with my heart
okay, now I'll update for realz.
so! today was mildly interesting. I quelched my cabin fever slightly by getting a chance to go out and pick up bandit from the car hospital. did I mention that bandit was in the shop? well, he was. for a day. and I had this whole grocery list of things I needed fixed, so the fact that I have it back one day later makes me a little nervy, but this shop is supposed to be like the mecca of all auto repair shops, so I must have faith.
yesterday on the drive to the shop, my power steering went out. I was turning left at an intersection, but when I turned the wheel, I was horrified to find the car going in a northwestern direction instead of going left. I nearly ran right into the sidewalk. in a panic, I jerked the wheel to the left- and went directly into oncoming traffic. a fancy car stopped dead in front of me and I did my best not to make eye contact with the driver, who was no doubt cursing my youth and femininity behind the wheel of a rice rocket, and I went into reverse and straightened myself out. I quite nearly wee'd myself in terror. seriously, it was NOT fucking cool. so it was a good thing I was on my way to the shop already, because bandit was very, very sick.
he seems better now, but I've learned to always keep my fingers crossed and not fully trust mechanics' magic. as much as I like this particular mechanic, I must allow the possibility of error.
speaking of cars, we might soon- hopefully- be buying a new car to replace my mom's shitty beyond repair saturn sports car. don't ever invest in saturns, people- they're only good unless you're the type who enjoys setting money on fire. and I don't think any of you are.
anyhow, this new (used) car is a 1999 honda accord (go hondas \/\/00t!!1!) and it's $10k. only has about 65k miles on it. and I really, REALLY hope we can get it because my mother NEEDS a car. badly. I fear for her safety in that death trap, and I want her to have a new car more than I want a job for myself or anything else right now. I'd trade in my christmas if it meant she could have a new, safe car.
mom and I went to fred meyer tonight and found, glory of glories, a matt hasselbeck seahawks jersey- ON SALE. I snatched one up, but I think I'm going to trade it in for a large instead of a medium. the medium fits me nice and snug and looks cute, but girls really kinda have to wear things underneath jerseys. and my ideal look was long-sleeved shirts underneath the jersey, which I can't comfortably fit under now with this slimmer jersey. so, even though a large will absolutely hang off of me, I think I'm going to exchange it. I've really been coveting a hasselbeck jersey though, so it's all very exciting.
I also got some cheap accessories for my halloween costume. my halloween plans are nothing more than to stay home and pass out candy, but I thought I should really dress up for it, so I'm wearing a pair of surgical scrubs I have and dousing them with blood splatters. I bought a pirate hook that I'm going to dip in blood and put over my hand, and I also got a fake bowie knife that I'm going to splash some blood onto and keep it around my waist with a rope. so my basic get-up is a maniacal surgeon. I want an eyepatch, too, that would cap the whole thing off really nicely... I have to start thinking up some cheesy creepy phrases to say to the leetle cheeldren.
my chinese pen pal emailed me again today, which is always a joy and a larff as he is such a ridiculously charming boy. in my last letter, I told him about the year I've had so far- two deaths and a graduation, basically- and he had this to say about kristin's passing:
"Oh your friend is so pity, and the only think we can do to yearn her is take good care of ourselves, when you find something was wrong with your body you should go to hospital to check it as soon as possible."
oh...if only it was that simple, friend cheng. if only.
he also describes his disdain at studying in medical school, which his parents are forcing him to do:
"this year is my third year of my college, we won't be in school this year, we are having a one-year exercitation in hospitals. I'm in a hospital which is more than 2 hours from my home. We learn from the doctors, but we are not allowed to do anything difficult in the diagnose and operation for the patients. You won't know, it's really not lovely to become a doctor, sometimes you have to see the doctor cuting the skin, revealing the bones and then sew the skins just like they are sewing a common cloth in the opration. And some patients from the traffic accidents are really scary! One day we must do it ourselves like the doctors does today.To do this, we must become cold-blooded, forget it's a body! You know I don't like to be a doctor at all, so several weeks after we came here, I felt lost. I don't know what everything is going on, what would I be. It drove me mad to think that I would be in a hospital where is full of cries, pains and deaths, It's not my life!"
I feel bad that cheng has to become a doctor just to please his parents. he sounds like he's not enjoying it very much. but who knows, he's such a sweetheart, and he's so smart; I bet he'll make a wonderful doctor.
I've also spent a good chunk of this week putting tags on all of my LJ entries. hey, us unemployeds have the time to do that crap. I've done roughly 300 entries so far and have a nice little organized list going. a lot of people have their own tags, so chances are you have one and just don't know it yet. it's weird how addicting it is to categorize all these things. I have about 900+ more entries to do, too!
I think I'm going to reply to cheng and try to get some sleep. and I'm SO not touching the oxycodone tonight, no matter what.
so! today was mildly interesting. I quelched my cabin fever slightly by getting a chance to go out and pick up bandit from the car hospital. did I mention that bandit was in the shop? well, he was. for a day. and I had this whole grocery list of things I needed fixed, so the fact that I have it back one day later makes me a little nervy, but this shop is supposed to be like the mecca of all auto repair shops, so I must have faith.
yesterday on the drive to the shop, my power steering went out. I was turning left at an intersection, but when I turned the wheel, I was horrified to find the car going in a northwestern direction instead of going left. I nearly ran right into the sidewalk. in a panic, I jerked the wheel to the left- and went directly into oncoming traffic. a fancy car stopped dead in front of me and I did my best not to make eye contact with the driver, who was no doubt cursing my youth and femininity behind the wheel of a rice rocket, and I went into reverse and straightened myself out. I quite nearly wee'd myself in terror. seriously, it was NOT fucking cool. so it was a good thing I was on my way to the shop already, because bandit was very, very sick.
he seems better now, but I've learned to always keep my fingers crossed and not fully trust mechanics' magic. as much as I like this particular mechanic, I must allow the possibility of error.
speaking of cars, we might soon- hopefully- be buying a new car to replace my mom's shitty beyond repair saturn sports car. don't ever invest in saturns, people- they're only good unless you're the type who enjoys setting money on fire. and I don't think any of you are.
anyhow, this new (used) car is a 1999 honda accord (go hondas \/\/00t!!1!) and it's $10k. only has about 65k miles on it. and I really, REALLY hope we can get it because my mother NEEDS a car. badly. I fear for her safety in that death trap, and I want her to have a new car more than I want a job for myself or anything else right now. I'd trade in my christmas if it meant she could have a new, safe car.
mom and I went to fred meyer tonight and found, glory of glories, a matt hasselbeck seahawks jersey- ON SALE. I snatched one up, but I think I'm going to trade it in for a large instead of a medium. the medium fits me nice and snug and looks cute, but girls really kinda have to wear things underneath jerseys. and my ideal look was long-sleeved shirts underneath the jersey, which I can't comfortably fit under now with this slimmer jersey. so, even though a large will absolutely hang off of me, I think I'm going to exchange it. I've really been coveting a hasselbeck jersey though, so it's all very exciting.
I also got some cheap accessories for my halloween costume. my halloween plans are nothing more than to stay home and pass out candy, but I thought I should really dress up for it, so I'm wearing a pair of surgical scrubs I have and dousing them with blood splatters. I bought a pirate hook that I'm going to dip in blood and put over my hand, and I also got a fake bowie knife that I'm going to splash some blood onto and keep it around my waist with a rope. so my basic get-up is a maniacal surgeon. I want an eyepatch, too, that would cap the whole thing off really nicely... I have to start thinking up some cheesy creepy phrases to say to the leetle cheeldren.
my chinese pen pal emailed me again today, which is always a joy and a larff as he is such a ridiculously charming boy. in my last letter, I told him about the year I've had so far- two deaths and a graduation, basically- and he had this to say about kristin's passing:
"Oh your friend is so pity, and the only think we can do to yearn her is take good care of ourselves, when you find something was wrong with your body you should go to hospital to check it as soon as possible."
oh...if only it was that simple, friend cheng. if only.
he also describes his disdain at studying in medical school, which his parents are forcing him to do:
"this year is my third year of my college, we won't be in school this year, we are having a one-year exercitation in hospitals. I'm in a hospital which is more than 2 hours from my home. We learn from the doctors, but we are not allowed to do anything difficult in the diagnose and operation for the patients. You won't know, it's really not lovely to become a doctor, sometimes you have to see the doctor cuting the skin, revealing the bones and then sew the skins just like they are sewing a common cloth in the opration. And some patients from the traffic accidents are really scary! One day we must do it ourselves like the doctors does today.To do this, we must become cold-blooded, forget it's a body! You know I don't like to be a doctor at all, so several weeks after we came here, I felt lost. I don't know what everything is going on, what would I be. It drove me mad to think that I would be in a hospital where is full of cries, pains and deaths, It's not my life!"
I feel bad that cheng has to become a doctor just to please his parents. he sounds like he's not enjoying it very much. but who knows, he's such a sweetheart, and he's so smart; I bet he'll make a wonderful doctor.
I've also spent a good chunk of this week putting tags on all of my LJ entries. hey, us unemployeds have the time to do that crap. I've done roughly 300 entries so far and have a nice little organized list going. a lot of people have their own tags, so chances are you have one and just don't know it yet. it's weird how addicting it is to categorize all these things. I have about 900+ more entries to do, too!
I think I'm going to reply to cheng and try to get some sleep. and I'm SO not touching the oxycodone tonight, no matter what.