CHECK PLEASE!

Finally!!!! the ceremony is in may... but the classes are OVER for now. I made it through, I passed my National Board exam, and all I have to do for now is wait on my licence so I can work. well... theres that and the whole "what are you going to do with your future" question mom and dad keep asking. Dad wants me to continue with school. ok... i have no problem with that, im in debt up past my eyeballs with student loans that i will be paying until i retire anyway, so, whats another several thousand added on at this point anyway, right? plus, i have been wanting to check a bit more into that whole acupuncture/hellraiser kinda modality anyway and there are some good schools out there...so...its a plan.

song: time of your life, green day

fear

does it frighten you to know someone knows you,
almost as well as you know yourself?
maybe even better at times?
is it awkward or scary to realize,
that someone knows what you see, hear, feel, and know?
the nightmares, the screams, the panic, the cold sweats
the taste, the smell, the feel, of a breath
the echoing sound and chills up your spine,
the thoughts of tortures that never leave your mind
the self induced comas featuring daily flashbacks.
it doesn't go away.
not completely.
not for long.
alone its too hard to bear...
yet just as equally disturbing,
its too difficult to share
no one wants to give that burden to anyone else.
who would want to take it?
why would anyone ask for such twisted torment?
no one really does.
some just eventually give in and accept.
its just how its going to be
aching for those arms that cradle you tight,
the kiss on the forehead, making it all right?
they will always be there, unafraid of the fear
used to what is and what will be
stronger than self accreditation,
but aware.

tonight in class....

yes, we are FINALLY studying TCM... aka traditional Chinese medicine. I have been looking forward to this ever since i started school. so, tonight we had a guest speaker who is an acupuncture physician. she was awesome. we saw demos of cupping... where they slather you in oil and then light a fire under a glass jar then quickly stick it to your skin.... ultimately causing little hicky like circulars all over your body... like getting into a fight with a sex driven vacuum cleaner hose. (not that i know first hand what that like or anything) ahem, but the goal of that is similar to a deep tissue massage. then we all got treated to poking action with little needles. absolutely painless, but each and every one of had a seperate type of treatment and yet all ended up looking similar to horror movie star boy up top there. its was cool though.
i even feel like i can breathe a little better after having my swollen internally bruised ribs poked. at one time i had over 70 needles in my back. the ones that she put on my face and head felt a little odd... but still no pain. rethinking this years Halloween costume now... hmmm get a acupuncture treatment AND candy at the same time.... genious!

amendment to POS post

apropo....

Announcement to POS punks...

Feeling the need to vent.
To the two punk ass POS bastards that sat on my porch waiting to be caught last night at 1am, what the fucking hell were you doing? did you honestly think a house with iron bars would be easier to get into from the back? or were you just poor unfortunate souls looking randomly for a space heater to warm your hands during the night? did you know there was a tv back there or was that bonus "score" when you walked in? did you know i was home alone or was that a fucking surprise that i was even there at all? how long had you been watching me perched like the cat ready to pounce?
I hope the whiny ass one of the two of you wusses up and rats you both out. maybe your asses would both get a real date in prison since the two of you obviously need each other to restrain a woman in your presence for any length of time, maybe they'd let you share a cell. is that the only way you get any action? by having your little buddies hold her back so you can effectively beat the life out of her first?? how sad.
the only reason you were on the receiving end of my knee and not a steel shank to the scrotum is because the knee was faster. next time i wont be so fucking gentle. you'll be lucky if you DO catch a fucking bullet to the brain!

i would apologise for the use of such profanity and the lack of an LOL cat, but frankly im not in the mood for cuddly kittehs and cute captions and as far as the language goes... i honestly dont give a fucking flying rats ass right now...

Pyro mania has begun....

Tis the season for bon fires and beer pong....cuz its cold outside and some people have nothing better to do than to set things on fire,drink heavily and break the "ye old fashioned traditions" of basic camp fire history. I stayed with a friend last night... there was supposed to be at least 5 if not more people all together hanging out and building a fire and just having a good ol time, however she an I ended up being the only two there, unless you count those that were there through the spirit form of text messages. we still managed to have a good time though. Floridas weather is typically known as the warm, humid and whatever.... lost my thought there.... anyway, last night was cold. the ground was wet, and thus, so was everything on the burn pile. however that isnt anything a tank of gas cant fix. we had almost given up completely on getting the fire started with our dinkey little lighters, trying to get a wet christmas tree a blaze. we were going to just go play pool instead. but the call of the burnt marshmallows drove us to keep trying.we found the gas can... me being the less clumsey of the two of us, offered to get that pile on fire while she went and got the nachos ready. thats right, i said nachos. we dont do weenies on a stick at our bonfires...we do nachos... and an occasional marshmallow or two. the burn pile wasnt all that big, just a few boxes, some small scraps of wood and the christmas tree wrapped in plastic... so i doused it... lit the end of some notebook paper... tossed that in and BOOYAH! nice warm big flame! we pulled the car up and started some tunes... talked sweetly to the cows, (which we didnt tip...even though that was discussed) enjoyed a few drinks... and our nachos! after feverishly attempting to continue feeding the fire with gas for a little over an hour we decided to let it go out and give up for the night. so we joked about being firemen... finding em hot, and leaving em wet... ahem. cough. then headed in for the night to watch tv and eventually pass out in the middle of text messaging our spirit buddies. thankfully the only mishap of the night was accidentally catching the gas can on fire... luckily there was no boom, and she managed to catch the toe of her boot on fire... im still not so sure how... but no animals or humans were injured in the making of our fire. it may not have actually been snowing... but with the ashes floating back down to earth... it was nice to pretend. all in all we had a good time and probably will do it again...next time we will add more wood though.


song: the roof is on fire

universal precautions necessary

sometimes, you can put too much thought into something, and it can really take hold of your mind. this can turn out disastrous, or extremely funny depending on the state of your mind at the time you are inserting such said extra thought.
for instance... in mentioning to someone that i had been in contact via text messages with a common acquaintance we both shared, she asked, did you wash your hands after that one???? now... it took a second, but when it occurred to me the path she was taking this convo down.... my mind being the odd labyrinth it is... took off running...in circles. now granted, the acquaintance and myself did no such thing as textual intercourse, so im really in no danger of any textually transmitted diseases, however i guess a little text-itis might be in order, but a little rest will take care of that.... its the text-ydia and text-orreah that needs the text-icillian treatments and probably months of therapy.... but like i said... im in no danger. besides.... dont they make pro-text-ion for that kinda thing... people just need to be safe.... its a dangerous world out there now a days.



song: text me