Two days ago while i was driving back from a pho dinner with the parentals, my dear father tuned into AM 600 the all talk station. Feeling a little peeved, i reached to change the station to something more pop culture and a little less boring. Normally i put up with the talk stations my dad so frequently tunes into becuase there's usually something interesting on. Once again, that day, something caught my ear right when i was about to turn the dial to San Diego's hit music station: Rabbits
Mariam is a 47 year old woman who has a thing for rabbits. In 2006, authorities confiscated not one not two not even a few dozen but a total of 250 rabbits from her house. The most disturbing thing discovered by the authorities however was...get this...100 of the 250 rabbits were dead stuffed in a refridgerator, in cabinets and under sinks. They disposed of the 100 dead rabbits and put Mariam in a rehab center. While the "doctors" scratched their heads about Mariam's curious case, Mariam struck again as she escaped rehab and unbelievely broke out the 150 rabbits in 2007. She was discovered a few months later in a car with 10 rabbits, two dead and the rest hidden safely away in a hotel. "Doctors" continue to scratch their heads and are unsure and completely bedazzled about what should be done about Mariam.
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I cannot believe this woman BROKE OUT one hundred and fifty rabbits.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Diarrhea
Monday morning was the beginning of the end. The first thing i thought that morning was "my life ends today." Unfortunately i miscalculated and set my alarm clock so that there was enough time allotted for me to panic about finals to the point of diarrhea. Somehow i recalled that doing well on any test in the morning required a proper breakfast . I trudged towards Pippin and upon arrival decided that a bagel would suffice as a "proper breakfast." Pippin is a bad choice in general.
I toasted a bagel in the toaster and when it was just right with a browning center i removed it and continued forth to spread it with peanut butter and jelly. This is when the full force of finals hit me. I walked around Pippin looking for PB&J because it was not in its usual spot and my heart started to race. Soon i freaked out completely. One bagel inconspicuously slipped from my plate and as i reached down to grab my fallen meal, the other half of the bagel went down as well. I had wasted a full bagel and had accomplished nothing.
When i was finally coordinated enough to make myself a proper PB&J bagel i realized that my throat had completely closed up. When i took a bite from my would be delicious bagel, all i tasted was sandy cardboard.
Soon a peculiar feeling started bubbling in my stomach...quite literally, bubbling. ahh......diarrhea my dear friend. Something as moronic as diarrhea right before a final could only happen to me.
Anyways, i wanted to use the blog to express my incomprehensible grief during finals week. I am a person who stresses too much to a point where my bowel movements liquefy on their own accord. Obviously i might have eaten something funny the day before but likely not. I am a good girl who eats her vegetables. (How does diarrhea even come about? probably not from lack of vegetables) .
I apologize for this explicit post. Not really. Diarrhea is a part of human life and we all must deal with it at some point. Stop giggling you.
I toasted a bagel in the toaster and when it was just right with a browning center i removed it and continued forth to spread it with peanut butter and jelly. This is when the full force of finals hit me. I walked around Pippin looking for PB&J because it was not in its usual spot and my heart started to race. Soon i freaked out completely. One bagel inconspicuously slipped from my plate and as i reached down to grab my fallen meal, the other half of the bagel went down as well. I had wasted a full bagel and had accomplished nothing.
When i was finally coordinated enough to make myself a proper PB&J bagel i realized that my throat had completely closed up. When i took a bite from my would be delicious bagel, all i tasted was sandy cardboard.
Soon a peculiar feeling started bubbling in my stomach...quite literally, bubbling. ahh......diarrhea my dear friend. Something as moronic as diarrhea right before a final could only happen to me.
Anyways, i wanted to use the blog to express my incomprehensible grief during finals week. I am a person who stresses too much to a point where my bowel movements liquefy on their own accord. Obviously i might have eaten something funny the day before but likely not. I am a good girl who eats her vegetables. (How does diarrhea even come about? probably not from lack of vegetables) .
I apologize for this explicit post. Not really. Diarrhea is a part of human life and we all must deal with it at some point. Stop giggling you.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Quote of the day
On physics meltdowns:
Justin: Just relax and do the right hand rule, even if it has nothing to do with the problem....i like the hand motions
Justin: Just relax and do the right hand rule, even if it has nothing to do with the problem....i like the hand motions
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Competent?
When I went to take a shower today i realized i had been wearing my underwear inside out all day.
I cannot wait until summer time. True it's a little sad that year one of my college experience is almost over. I'm not TOO depressed though. It's not like I'll never see the people here again and of course the school itself will always be here unless it somehow happens to be in the path of some freak future natural disaster. For a while i feared i would have nothing to do this summer. In mid-April I was caught in a limbo when trying to decide whether or not i should take summer school. Recently i surpassed the "maybe i should take summer school" stage to the "perhaps i will take summer school" stage. However to my surprise/intrigue i discovered enrollment for most classes had closed already. I figured this was probably not meant to be a very productive summer.
Then i was made a very unexpected offer by my mothers friend who happens to be the mother of my friend (notice the cool play on words). I accepted with a long and dull summer ahead of me in mind and i am now hired as George and his sister's math tutor.
I'm not so sure this was a smart decision my mother's friend's part. Although i am a math major and love math (sometimes) i do not feel qualified/competent enough for this job. Was it a smart decision to place the math minds of two innocent (maybe not so innocent in George's case) children into my hands, let alone pay me for it? I think not.
But we will see....Meanwhile i must find another job to occupy myself with for the remaining 5 days in the week and hope that SOMEONE who is not my mother or my mother's friend will hire me.
I cannot wait until summer time. True it's a little sad that year one of my college experience is almost over. I'm not TOO depressed though. It's not like I'll never see the people here again and of course the school itself will always be here unless it somehow happens to be in the path of some freak future natural disaster. For a while i feared i would have nothing to do this summer. In mid-April I was caught in a limbo when trying to decide whether or not i should take summer school. Recently i surpassed the "maybe i should take summer school" stage to the "perhaps i will take summer school" stage. However to my surprise/intrigue i discovered enrollment for most classes had closed already. I figured this was probably not meant to be a very productive summer.
Then i was made a very unexpected offer by my mothers friend who happens to be the mother of my friend (notice the cool play on words). I accepted with a long and dull summer ahead of me in mind and i am now hired as George and his sister's math tutor.
I'm not so sure this was a smart decision my mother's friend's part. Although i am a math major and love math (sometimes) i do not feel qualified/competent enough for this job. Was it a smart decision to place the math minds of two innocent (maybe not so innocent in George's case) children into my hands, let alone pay me for it? I think not.
But we will see....Meanwhile i must find another job to occupy myself with for the remaining 5 days in the week and hope that SOMEONE who is not my mother or my mother's friend will hire me.
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