Guess it's that time again, eh?

Ok, I have been working on my real update. I was working on it tonight when I realised that I don't have the certain... things that are necessary. I have some... things, but they are not the right things. These things will have to wait for Sunday. Unless I want to feel completely silly and get these things tomorrow. And dammit all to hell, I was about to say that tomorrow is Saturday, but it's really Friday. I hate when my days off get switched around. Although, I guess it's about 2:45am so it's technically 'today' so that would mean that it is presently Friday and right about now, that damned Rebecca Black song is stuck in one of your heads. Sorry.


Anyway, so the post is almost done, I'm just waiting on these... things.


In the meantime, I was on Bay searching for antique pocket watches and, oh boy, did I hit the jackpot. Check out this bad lil' 'bute:

That's right folks, 250% genuine Jesus Christ. All yours for just $0.01 US. Plus, it's an antique so I'm thinking it must be a souvenir from back in the day. 

An update about an update

Okiedokes, folks. So I had some relatives over this fine August evening for a long overdue dinner to celebrate my graduation. Twas a very good dinner, methinks. Chicken, rice, oriental salad and both banana cake (no, not bread) and brownie with ice cream and all the fixings for dessert? Hell yes, that's an AWESOME dinner! We even had bruschetta as an appetizer. I usually don't do hard, crunchy bread because of my teeth issues, but this bruschetta was the bomb dig. I've been saying that a lot. "Bomb dig." I don't think I would want to go on a bomb dig, though. That might make for bad times. Or you never know, it might be a blast.


Anywho, I just wanted to quickly say that yes, I am working on the semi-planned post. It's kind of like my regular posts where I just kind of ramble on about things except this one is all about a bunch of smaller things about one larger thing and I'm taking breaks as I write and ramble about all of said things. There are also pictures. I kind of need to comb through a bunch of pictures though for this post because not only are pictures fun, but they explain a lot about the smaller things to better understand the big thing. Yes, yes, I know. That's a lot of things. I hope you guys will enjoy reading about these things because I enjoy rambling on about these things. 


For now, I am going to bed at... holy crap, it's only a couple minutes to midnight. But I require sleep because I have to be awake and at work for 7:45 tomorrow morning. Compared to the usual 10:00am, this is death to me. DEATH I SAY.


Oh, and here's a video of Bubba and Purrcie just for shits* and giggles.

*Please don't leave shits in the comments section. Unless of course they are those cute little Digimon shits. Yes. Digimon shits are cute. They're all perfect and spirally and shit. No other shits are allowed. And don't be a shit about being prohibited to leave shits, you little shits cause then I'mma poop all over your party.

Whale ain't that somethin'

Dear Lincoln, 


Thank you for introducing me to the wonderful world of whale watching. Thanks to the new 2011 Lincoln MKX, I can whale watch even when I'm sitting in the parking lot of the local grocery store while waiting for my parents. Hell, even when I'm driving, I get a kick out of yelling "HUMPBACK WHALE" whenever I see a shiny MKX coming down the road. I truly appreciate the fact that the grill of the MKX resembles the baleen of a humpback whale. It brings me much joy.


Having a whale of a time,


Carly




Seriously, look at this:

If I ever get behind the wheel of an MKX, I'm totally going to lay on the horn and I fully expect to hear soothing whale song.

Also, this isn't the semi-planned post.

Man, I feel a draft in here

No seriously. I started writing a blog post for today and the thing is turning out to be ginormously huge. I had to save the damn thing as a draft so that I can be the weakling that I am and go to sleep of all things. Which means that I'm actually planning a post. 


Right now I feel like Cookie Monster when they told him he had to eat vegetables: 

My sentiments exactly, Cooks. My sentiments exactly.

For reals, yo. Brain decided that it had plenty of crap to tell y'all and that it obviously is too important to try and split into two or even three parts. NO. It must all be done TOGETHER. No paragraph, sentence, word or letter is to be left behind! 


So yeah, now I've created some sort of suspense factor or something. Hope you don't mind. I don't even know if it's all that suspenseful. Maybe if I said that there was a bear involved. And explosions and colours and OH MYLANTA! So much joy. SO MUCH. Joy. JOY. Joy unto the highest of heavens!


Also, I was just about to post this when a mosquito decided it wanted to try and ninja some blood sucking on my arm to which I said "HELL NO, GINA" and promptly caught it with a fabric softener sheet that was just chillin' out on my bed and then I twisted the bastard to it's death. I have no mercy nor remorse when it comes to killing mosquitoes. Them buggers have quite literally scarred me for life and I WANT REVENGE, DAMMIT.


Anywho. Now I'm done.




...OR AM I???? 


































































































I think I'm getting good at this suspense thing. 


























































































































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Probably not.






















































































































HA! You totally thought I was going to write something else, didn't you? 
Well you were WRO-- oh, fuck, you were right.












































































































Damn.

I won't eat your brains, I swear

Sweet sally port, it has been a busy couple of weeks since I last posted. Well, it feels like it's been busy. Either way, I currently feel like a zombie. I should be sleeping right now, but apparently zombie me wanted to be somewhat productive and write a post of god knows what.    Then again, non-zombie me doesn't plan this shit out either so it's not all that different. Did you guys think I plan this stuff? Yeesh. I ain't that organised.


I guess the biggest update that I have for you guys is that I made the decision to drop the MCAT. In a way it was an easy decision, but it was also very hard for me to click that "cancel" button. Bottom line is that I wasn't ready nor would I have been ready for testing day. I haven't studied Chemistry or Physics since high school and I haven't even touched Organic Chemistry. I was slightly naive to think I could shove three text books worth of new and newish material into my head in under two months while working a full-time job. Yeah, it wasn't happening. Believe me, I tried. I did study, but it felt like everything I was studying wasn't sticking and I always had to go back and review what I had studied the day before in order to continue studying the new stuff. I hate giving up. Years of playing hockey has made me a very competitive person, even when it comes to my academics and I loathe the thought of being a failure. I love giving myself a good challenge. However, I confess that I bit off more than I could chew with this one. Pulling the plug on taking the MCAT was difficult even though I personally know that it is what is best for me. But that little voice in the back of head keeps trying to pipe up and tell me that everyone thinks I'm a quitter, that I gave up without a fight. God dammit, I'm paranoid that people are judging me for making a decision that could potentially label me as a failure. Now I feel like I'm defending myself against my competitive self and zombie self is just making a mess of trying to explain what regular self would like to say even though now there is a touch of sleep-deprived self that just want to be noticed and is trying to lighten the mood that paranoid self has set. Fuck off paranoid self. Nobody is judging us. Except for those fuckers who have the judging eyes... Fuck off, judgers or zombie self will rip out your judging eyes to get at your brains even though I promised that I wouldn't eat your brains. That promise excludes Judgy McJudgersons.


Anywho, rant is done. Bottom line is that I'm not ready for the MCAT this year and that I'm going to focus strictly on my chiropractic and physiotherapy applications and hope for the best. If I don't get in this year, than I now know how much time is needed in order to properly prepare myself to take the MCAT next year. There. Logic solved or some such damn thing. 


Appropriately enough, it has started to storm outside. I don't like storms. They kind of scare me. Especially when it's all "THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING ME GALILEO, galileo, GALILEOOOO" and all that jazz. Seriously, I slept over at a friend's house when I was younger and a thunderstorm rolled through during the night and I thought there was lightning in her room. Why? Because I forgot there was a big mirror in her room and saw the reflection of the lightning. Good job, little me. Good job, indeed. You were such a smart cookie. But seriously. I live in front of a forest with these big ass mamajama maple and oak trees. It those suckers get struck by lightning and (holy fuck my dog just farted and it smells absolutely rancid) the wind blows the right way (which is unfortunately what just happened because the dog is sitting in front of a fan that is blowing my way), chances are one of those bad boys is going to land on the roof over my room because I'm on the second floor of the house (câlice, I need to go find a gas mask or something because this odor could be mistaken for chemical warfare).


Anywho, methinks I'll wrap this up here. I need to go find stick my head out the window totry and get some sort of fresh air that isn't tainted by the smell of dog flatulence. That STANK is frakking RANK, yo. Maybe next time I'll tell y'all about the reenactment I went to this past weekend. The smell kind of reminds me of them good times.


Peace out, peeperjeeps!