Sunday, July 29, 2012


Do you remember this?  Or this?  Well, I'm sad to say that my training did not go as I planned.  Not as I planned at all. 

I did well for about a month but then life happened and it got hard to find the time to run in between the rest of the things I had to do.  

In two weeks I will be paying for it dearly. On August 11 at 10AM I am running the Warrior Dash.  I would like you to take some time and check out the ridiculousness that I have signed up for.  That link is to the map of the actual race I'll be running.  Now that you've seen it, you can commiserate with me.  

In all honesty, it probably won't be that bad.  Yes, it will suck.  Yes, I will regret not training.  Yes, I will probably want to collapse when I finish.  But finish I will.<---very Yoda-ish of me  

That's my goal: to finish.  I would also like to complete each obstacle.  There is always the choice to go around them.  The race people doesn't not encourage people to give up on the obstacles, but they are realistic.  If I go around an obstacle, I forfeit any awards I qualify for.  But let's be honest here people, I'm not winning about Warrior Dash awards.  

Friday, July 27, 2012

UPDATED: How did I manage this!!??

So I was going through and labeling some of my old posts and somehow ( I have no idea how) I changed my background and what not.  I'm trying to find what I use to have but I can't find it.  

So bare (or is it bear) with me while I figure it out.

UPDATED:  So I did finally find my old template, but only after I made up this new one.  Since you are the guys that look at this, which one do you prefer?  The old one with the dandelions or this new one with the waves.  

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Funny how things turn out

When I started school, I was determined that I wasn't there to make friends.  I'm not saying that I didn't want to make them or that I was determined *not* to make them; I just wasn't worried about it.  I was going to school to learn.  

If I made friends, great.  If not, that's ok too.  

Well, I just got home from a girls' night with some school friends.  And honestly, no one really gets my life like they do.  They are also trying to juggle school and clinical and work and friends and potential love interests.  One is also planning a wedding and one is closing on a house next week.  They get it.

I can't believe that I ever had the notion that their friendship didn't matter.  Because sometimes, it's the only thing that gets me through the day.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Who is Keyser Söze?

So the first thing we see in this townie bar is a big banner that says, "Class of 1987 Reunion."  Hmm, interesting.  

After we have the obligatory birthday drink, my friend and I had a conversation about how funny it would be to try to convince some people that we graduated with them.  Now I realize that this would never have worked, but at the time it seemed like a good idea.  Doesn't everything seem like a good idea at the time.  Side note: that actually just reminded me of something; but that's for another post.

Immediately after the conversation, we see a group of people taking a picture.  So my friend asks if she can get in too because it's her birthday.  They kinda ignore us and we made a comment to one of the guys about doesn't he "remember us from high school?"  He looks at us and makes some comment about "oh you 22 year olds."  I'm excited because he thinks we are 22 when in fact neither one of us is in our twenties at all.  My friend, who has a little bit of a mean drunk streak kinda gets all offended and mouthy.  

We walk away and find our friends. 

Fast forward twenty-ish minutes: I go to the bathroom.  On the side of the stall there is half of a reunion name -tag.  The half that has the picture on it.  I grab it and stick it to my purse.  I show my friends and say that I'm going to wander around and see if I can find someone who knows who this is.  This is something that I often do.  Once at a bar, I made it my mission to meet everyone there.  So I wandered around and met everyone and asked how they all knew each other.  Good times.  I also tend to be the drunk bridesmaid that will introduce myself to everyone at the wedding and convince them they need to come dance.  So wandering to find this guy was no biggie for me.  

I grab the first reunion-looking person that walks by me and low and behold it's New Friend that thinks I'm twenty-two.  He sees us and kinda gets a shocked look; like maybe we were stalking him.  My friend once again gets a little lippy and I convince him to ignore.  

I ask him if he knows Name Tag Guy.  Oh Em Gee, he does but Name Tag Guy wasn't there anymore.    I also found it interesting that he informed me that Name Tag Guy was a "big guy."  Did he think I was interested in him because I wanted to date him?  Nope, New Friend, just on a drunken mission.

I would like everyone to meet Mr. Dino Rizzo

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Dino Rizzo

This past weekend was my friend's birthday.  So on Friday her and I got pedicures and went out to lunch.  Then on Saturday a bunch of us were going to out.  My friend's only goal was to stay out at least until midnight so it would be her actual birthday.  We're getting old y'all, so there was a possibility this may not have happened.  

The first place we went was a bar called Marge's.  It is literally on Lake Ontario.  Literally.  So when you walk out to the back deck, it leads to a beach.  So you can sit outside on one of the many plastic chairs or picnic tables and drink on the beach.  How awesome is that??!!!

Me, Brandy (birthday girl) Suska, Carrie

Our view 

Once it got dark, we headed to the bar my friend's husband plays softball for.  The bartender there was Lame-o.  I told her I wanted flavored vodka but she could make
 whatever she wanted.  She looked at me like I was crazy.  I never really know what I want to drink, so I do this all the time.  Most times bartenders like it when they can be creative.  Nope.  Not her.  I just ended up ordering a boring vodka soda.

That place was not "fun enough" for my friend to ring in her birthday.  I totally agreed but none of us really knew where to go nearby.  We ended up going to a townie bar in a town that none of us were familiar with.  That ended up being tons of fun only because of a new friend Dino Rizzo.

More about Dino Rizzo tomorrow.  Or maybe on Thursday, you never can tell with me

Friday, July 20, 2012

That time again


Jessica watches another movie


So.  Much.  Potential.  

This is what IMDB says about Apart:  Linked by a rare psychological disorder, Noah and Emily must uncover the mystery of a tragic past in order to find hope for the future.

Well. yes and no.  In the first scene of the movie they tell you what the "rare psychological disorder" is.  It's ICD-10 (F-4), induced delusional disorder.  I've learned it aFolie à deux .  Basically, it's when two (or more) people have shared delusions.  It's one of those disorders that I have a hard time believing is even possible. 

The story is told non-chronologically.  There are two different sets of flashbacks.  One from childhood and one from high school.  In present day, Noah has just awoken from a two year coma and can't remember anything about his life.  The coma was caused by an "accident"/fire that no one will talk about but Noah won't let it go.  Through the flashbacks, we learn what may or may not have happened (remember they may or may not have been delusions).  

Like I said, so much potential. I wanted so badly to like the movie.  I wanted so badly for it to be good.  Sadly, I was disappointed.  It left so much unanswered and it was too confusing at times.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

what vacation??

So next week is my "vacation."  Unfortunately, I still have class and my practicum.  I go into the clinic on Monday, Wednesday afternoons and I have class Tuesday, Thursday.  And I'm dog sitting of work, so even on the weekends when I'm not busy, I can't really go anywhere.  

Since my "vacation" is already ruined, I'm going to try to pick up some more hours at the clinic.  

This is going to be the best vacation ever!!!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

this shouldn't be news

I.  Love.  Movies. 

 Sometimes, when I'm bored,  I'll go to IMDB and watch trailers for upcoming movies (dork red-flag).  And they have trailers for all sorts of movies, not just big Hollywood ones.  So, I'll see a trailer for something random, get kinda excited to see it and it will sometimes never actually come out in theaters. 

Remember this review? This was one of the those movies that I watched the trailer for and then never heard/saw anything about it for awhile.  

This is where Netflix comes in.  I just saw that they have the movie Apart.  I have been wanting to see this for a few months.  It looks really weird and creepy, but I like weird and creepy.  

Betcha can't guess what I'll be doing at some point this weekend.

Friday, July 13, 2012

UPDATE: back to being responsible

My second summer class started this week.  So did my practicum.  So now I need to start being responsible and budgeting my time.

Tonight is Friday, and I don't do school work on Fridays.  The big question is: can I maintain a level of mature, responsible adult tonight so I can get work done tomorrow??

Happy weekend.  Any big plans? Small ones?  Any plans of any size?

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UPDATE:  As Erin so nicely demanded, here's a rundown of my responsible evening:

 About once a month the city I live in has, what is called, East End Fest.  They close down a street (what a coincidence, it's East Ave) and there are several stages with music and you can drink in the streets.  I was hoping to get out there closer to 8-8:30ish.  But alas, I didn't even leave my house 'til 9ish.  But it was tons of fun and when East End Fest closed down (around 11) we hung out for a few more drinks and then I made the super adult choice and took a cab home.  My friends all went out dancing and didn't get in until after 2.  So I made the right choice.  Yay me!  Although, I was so sweaty and gross that I jumped in the shower and I didn't actually get into bed until closer to 1.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Are you kidding me??!!

"Whatever else may be said about the postmodernist turn in contemporary studies of society and culture, its critique of assumptions about objectivity of science and its presumed authoritative voice has raised issues that all qualitative researchers need to address"

Well guess who's not gonna be reading *that* thirty page article.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

sharing is caring...

. . .so let me share with you.

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Sometimes it's so hard to be me.  I'm just kidding, in case you didn't read that first sentence with a hint of sarcasm.  

I'm starting I've started my practicum.  So for two days a week for the rest of the summer, I'll be at a youth and adolescent outpatient clinic.  I have never, in all my life, had a job where I had to look nice.  Ever.  In all my thirty-one years.  

It's kinda exciting and annoying.  

I'm excited that I actually get to look like an adult.  There are a whole bunch of clothes that I never really wear because they have always been slightly too nice to wear to any of my previous jobs.  However, they are also not what I would wear when I go out.  So why did I even buy them??  Apparently I bought them to wear to now.  I even went shopping this weekend for "adult work clothes."  

It's annoying because on the days when I feel fat and gross (and who doesn't have days like that??), I'm not going to be able to throw on elastic waist pants and a baggy shirt.  Now I have to actually look nice, even if I feel like a big turd.  

Right now, picking out my clothes is going to be exciting.  But I give myself three weeks before it gets old.  

For all of you who get to have to dress like an adult, how long til you got over it?

Sunday, July 1, 2012

chicken dinner

As in: winner winner, chicken dinner.  

I mentioned earlier that I won Elle Sees giveaway! 

Look how cute everything is!

 It's a Travalo refillable travel perfume sprayer-thing.  I love perfume!  I have a bunch of different scents that I wear depending on how I'm feeling, what I'm doing or the season. I have recently discovered the joy of roll-on perfume.  I can just throw it in my purse and be on my merry way.   However, not all my favorite perfumes come in roll-on. What's a girl to do?  A girl needs to get herself one of these bad boys.  It was so easy to fill.  I recommend you go to the website and read how to fill it up because I know if I try to explain it, it will be more confusing.  

This is something I probably would have bought if I didn't win.  So yay me!  And yay Elle!