Perpetually exhausted.
This is the inside of my head. I mean that mostly metaphorically, as in the song really encapsulates the weird, detached, almost synesthetic feel of anxiety, but it's also been stuck in my head for a while. I sang the guitar solo over and over while playing cards, waiting for media to warm up. Jaime was vaguely annoyed.
When I have to go into the lab at night or on weekends, Jaime comes with me. If it's for a long time, we bring the lappies, but if it's just for a bit, we bring playing cards. Some version of Rummy is typically the game of choice, though we have dabbled in Go Fish, Old Maid, Poker, War, and Super War. Anyway, Jaime decided to spice up our games by making up a new book that's worth 1000000 points if you achieve it - the Bloody Bazooka. It consists of an Ace, King, Queen, and Jack all of different suits. The first game after this was introduced, I was thoroughly trouncing Jaime until he hammered out a freakin' Bloody Bazooka. I was suitably dismayed, but also played close to my vest that I was one card away from a Bloody Bazooka myself. Granted, the odds of getting the single Ace that I needed were pretty slim, but a few scant turns later, guess what I drew? The outcry was epic. A victory well and truly earned for Team Alex.
There are ants in the desk area of my lab. I want to buy an ant farm and see if they're willing to relocate. I'm fond of them.
True tales of insect homicide: I was strolling into the bedroom with Benny at my heels last night when I felt something squelch under the ball of my foot. I didn't think much of it - Benny has a tendency of flinging kibble throughout the house, so I figured I'd managed to crush a moist bit or something. After changing into jammies, however, I went to survey the damage. Right in the doorway lay the crushed remains of a roach. We don't have an insect problem, and even when bugs do get inside, they're never roaches. I was pretty stunned. We figure he must have slipped in while we had the door open for grocery unloading early that day. I felt bad for the little guy. I really do like bugs. Plus, he was tailing me so close, like my own little roachy companion! And I crushed him under my very foot. The guilt is a little intense. Didn't stop me from scrubbing my foot in hot water for quite a while, though. What can I say - I'm a bit of a germophobe. Which is why I work in a bio lab. Uh.
Jacks is getting a bit big to just eat one pinkie a week, but he's definitely not ready for fuzzies yet, so we've been feeding him these slightly large pinkies that Jaime slices in half lengthwise. Jacks is more than happy to chow down twice in one feeding. There's just one problem - it's pretty messy. Last time, Jacks got some organ (a white sac-blob of some sort that I'm really curious about, but haven't managed to identify) stuck outside his mouth while sucking the main body down. He ended up dragging his head along, leaving a lovely blood trail in his wake, until the thing sheared off and he could finish his meal in peace. The great part, though, was what came after; while doing his usual post-meal exploration of the feeding tank, he stumbled back across the organ. He paused for a moment, flicked his tongue at it a couple times, then casually opened his mouth and starting eating it. He held it in his mouth for a while and did little swallowing motions, which was unexpected and pretty entertaining... and led to Jaime theorizing about cutting out said organ from other pinkies to make a stock of "snake treats". This is the point in the story where my mom got disgusted beyond compare and I had to stop. There really isn't much else beside that, though. Snake antics: disgusting, yet adorable.
Reality TV is pissing me off:
- So You Think You Can Dance - The attitude towards Billy Bell all season has been nothing short of infuriating. I particularly like how their description of his injury changed from the doctors saying he could dance if he felt up to it and "Billy knows his body best" to "You set a precedent by choosing not to dance." Those really don't imply the same thing. It's not fair to misrepresent an injury as laziness like that. And to eliminate him now? After THIS?! I knew there was no way they'd eliminate Lauren, the only girl left, but I don't believe she deserved to be in the bottom at all. Honestly, I think this whole season is rigged. Dance and partner selections have shown signs of this for years now, and the judges taking over decisions this far into the season while still toting the show as "the search for America's favorite dancer" is misleading at best. Then they skipped a week and decided to instead eliminate two dancers the next week, extending their reach over the results even further to the point where the judges got to handpick the final four... ugh. I'm really put off it at this point. At this rate, I don't know if I'll be watching next season.
- Project Runway - You are all about the characters, none about the design, and you don't even attempt to take chances on "undiscovered talent" anymore. Plus, the results are mediocre, and you're way too self-aware to even enjoy. Why do I keep watching?
- Work of Art - I like Miles and even I'm getting sick of how the judges always faun over him and read way too much into his pieces. And poor Nicole, by the way. She's pretty amazing and rarely gets recognition for it. Jaclyn, on the other hand... her getting eliminated in the first episode would've still been not soon enough. Ugh ugh ugh.
I may end up visiting a Disney water park for the first time ever in a couple weeks. Two dilemmas: Number one, I need a new swimsuit, and most suits with enough... erm... support are ugly as sin. So far, I've managed to find exactly one that looks cute and comes in my size: this one. Which is actually pretty freakin' cute, so I'm pleased. I definitely favor the black/surf dots combo. Now I just have to decide which size to order, as I'm kind of between two. And convince myself I'm not evil or irresponsible if I spend money on something "frivolous" like this. Why, conscience, why?
The other dilemma is that I've discovered that, at Typhoon Lagoon, for $20 you can spend half an hour scuba-ing around with small sharks and sting rays and such. This is pretty much the coolest thing I can imagine. Issue is, I have crummy ears. I don't know if they can handle being submerged in water for that long. Maybe I can just ask my doctor her opinion next time I'm in. Knowing my body, that'll likely be within the week. Sigh.
I gotta be in at eight tomorrow. I should be sleeping. Yet I'm not. Hm.
When I have to go into the lab at night or on weekends, Jaime comes with me. If it's for a long time, we bring the lappies, but if it's just for a bit, we bring playing cards. Some version of Rummy is typically the game of choice, though we have dabbled in Go Fish, Old Maid, Poker, War, and Super War. Anyway, Jaime decided to spice up our games by making up a new book that's worth 1000000 points if you achieve it - the Bloody Bazooka. It consists of an Ace, King, Queen, and Jack all of different suits. The first game after this was introduced, I was thoroughly trouncing Jaime until he hammered out a freakin' Bloody Bazooka. I was suitably dismayed, but also played close to my vest that I was one card away from a Bloody Bazooka myself. Granted, the odds of getting the single Ace that I needed were pretty slim, but a few scant turns later, guess what I drew? The outcry was epic. A victory well and truly earned for Team Alex.
There are ants in the desk area of my lab. I want to buy an ant farm and see if they're willing to relocate. I'm fond of them.
True tales of insect homicide: I was strolling into the bedroom with Benny at my heels last night when I felt something squelch under the ball of my foot. I didn't think much of it - Benny has a tendency of flinging kibble throughout the house, so I figured I'd managed to crush a moist bit or something. After changing into jammies, however, I went to survey the damage. Right in the doorway lay the crushed remains of a roach. We don't have an insect problem, and even when bugs do get inside, they're never roaches. I was pretty stunned. We figure he must have slipped in while we had the door open for grocery unloading early that day. I felt bad for the little guy. I really do like bugs. Plus, he was tailing me so close, like my own little roachy companion! And I crushed him under my very foot. The guilt is a little intense. Didn't stop me from scrubbing my foot in hot water for quite a while, though. What can I say - I'm a bit of a germophobe. Which is why I work in a bio lab. Uh.
Jacks is getting a bit big to just eat one pinkie a week, but he's definitely not ready for fuzzies yet, so we've been feeding him these slightly large pinkies that Jaime slices in half lengthwise. Jacks is more than happy to chow down twice in one feeding. There's just one problem - it's pretty messy. Last time, Jacks got some organ (a white sac-blob of some sort that I'm really curious about, but haven't managed to identify) stuck outside his mouth while sucking the main body down. He ended up dragging his head along, leaving a lovely blood trail in his wake, until the thing sheared off and he could finish his meal in peace. The great part, though, was what came after; while doing his usual post-meal exploration of the feeding tank, he stumbled back across the organ. He paused for a moment, flicked his tongue at it a couple times, then casually opened his mouth and starting eating it. He held it in his mouth for a while and did little swallowing motions, which was unexpected and pretty entertaining... and led to Jaime theorizing about cutting out said organ from other pinkies to make a stock of "snake treats". This is the point in the story where my mom got disgusted beyond compare and I had to stop. There really isn't much else beside that, though. Snake antics: disgusting, yet adorable.
Reality TV is pissing me off:
- So You Think You Can Dance - The attitude towards Billy Bell all season has been nothing short of infuriating. I particularly like how their description of his injury changed from the doctors saying he could dance if he felt up to it and "Billy knows his body best" to "You set a precedent by choosing not to dance." Those really don't imply the same thing. It's not fair to misrepresent an injury as laziness like that. And to eliminate him now? After THIS?! I knew there was no way they'd eliminate Lauren, the only girl left, but I don't believe she deserved to be in the bottom at all. Honestly, I think this whole season is rigged. Dance and partner selections have shown signs of this for years now, and the judges taking over decisions this far into the season while still toting the show as "the search for America's favorite dancer" is misleading at best. Then they skipped a week and decided to instead eliminate two dancers the next week, extending their reach over the results even further to the point where the judges got to handpick the final four... ugh. I'm really put off it at this point. At this rate, I don't know if I'll be watching next season.
- Project Runway - You are all about the characters, none about the design, and you don't even attempt to take chances on "undiscovered talent" anymore. Plus, the results are mediocre, and you're way too self-aware to even enjoy. Why do I keep watching?
- Work of Art - I like Miles and even I'm getting sick of how the judges always faun over him and read way too much into his pieces. And poor Nicole, by the way. She's pretty amazing and rarely gets recognition for it. Jaclyn, on the other hand... her getting eliminated in the first episode would've still been not soon enough. Ugh ugh ugh.
I may end up visiting a Disney water park for the first time ever in a couple weeks. Two dilemmas: Number one, I need a new swimsuit, and most suits with enough... erm... support are ugly as sin. So far, I've managed to find exactly one that looks cute and comes in my size: this one. Which is actually pretty freakin' cute, so I'm pleased. I definitely favor the black/surf dots combo. Now I just have to decide which size to order, as I'm kind of between two. And convince myself I'm not evil or irresponsible if I spend money on something "frivolous" like this. Why, conscience, why?
The other dilemma is that I've discovered that, at Typhoon Lagoon, for $20 you can spend half an hour scuba-ing around with small sharks and sting rays and such. This is pretty much the coolest thing I can imagine. Issue is, I have crummy ears. I don't know if they can handle being submerged in water for that long. Maybe I can just ask my doctor her opinion next time I'm in. Knowing my body, that'll likely be within the week. Sigh.
I gotta be in at eight tomorrow. I should be sleeping. Yet I'm not. Hm.