Med Tech Ahoy!!

So I just received word that I've been accepted into the Medical Technology program. Hopefully this will be the next step out into my not so stable and not so established career.

I'm kind of giddy because I was extremely worried that I wouldn't get accepted since I've been having problems with one particular professor and my reference letter. Hopefully I can talk him into finishing it up and sending it in for the record.

But, all in all, I'm extremely ecstatic.

I've been accepted!

I haven't anything else to really say about it. I can't wait to get started!

The Elections and a Looooong Week

So the elections are now over. The president of the United States is officially Barack Obama, winning 349 to 147 electoral votes. He won popular votes as well at 52%. And then the nation swings democrat now.

I personally care little for politics. I have enough on my plate as is. If voting was going to get me a decent full-time job with benefits as well as get my parents off of my back on how to run my life... I guess I would vote.

My vote in Kansas feels like it would make little difference anyway. I don't get to elect the president, and Kansas is a Republican state no matter who votes. I've never understood politics. I don't know if I ever will.

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But onto other news...

While the elections were going on, I was working all day. Everyone around me talked about the elections. Todd Tiahrt even had his victory party at the Hilton-- a pack of hungry wolves it was a long night.

And life goes on.

The rest of the week feels like it's going to kill me again. I am motivated to move onto finding a different job, but it seems that I'm not motivated enough. In fact, I'm starting to have little confidence that I'll be able to get any results with my life at all.

But anyway, life goes on and I'm sure I'll come up with something soon.

My Crumbling Life... or Just Overdramatizing (if that's even a word)

OMG! Because of the elections there is no Heroes tonight! I'm a little devastated. Especially now that the series is getting into a good twist.

.......

Onto other news, well, there really is no other news except the usual.

My grandma's birthday was yesterday. We went out to eat, we went home to eat, and basically, I think I ate enough to feed myself for the next two months. When you're with grandma, there is no break between meals.

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Anyway, in other news, Maeven has updated chapter 23 of Through Me. No links this time because I'm lazy, but I have Maeven's Fictionpress link in the sidebar. Enjoy. I know I will.

In a Nutshell

My boss is probably trying to kill me.

Or she could just be trying to give me the motivation to run away. After all, what young college graduate will be satisfied remaining in a place where you only get paid $2.35 an hour. Even with gratuities the pay is sometimes not enough. There are no exemplary benefits save for cheap hotel stays outside of the city, and there aren't incentives to work harder.

I clearly hate my job. I know it, my coworkers know it, my boss knows it, and my parents have known it since before I set foot in the damn place.

Next week will be a battle against Ani's patience as I go up against, not one, but three days of early morning before the rooster crows, before the sun rises, and before the nighttime partiers even go home to sleep workdays. Yes, I'm sure there are still people out drinking up a storm and partying when I wake up at four in the morning to get ready for work.

It looks like I have Friday off, at least, not that I would have minded working on Friday. I specifically told my boss that I was available on Halloween, unlike many others would be. I have no social life outside of my work, my school, and my family. My friends come around once every full moon and I get invited to a party once every leap year.

It's a quiet, lazy, simple life for me and that's fine. I don't think I would prefer it any other way as I am a pretty private person.

Of course, there are always those days where privacy seems thrown out of the window and I wish that I had another different, more solitary lifestyle than I have now. Do I ask for too much?

Through Me X 2 and Paintball Battle Wounds

On Sunday my brothers, their friends, and I went to Frog Holler for a nice game of paint ball. Or rather... we were demolished by a bunch of cheating loud mouth kids. But that's not the point.

We had fun. It's been about five years since the last time I went paintballing, I think. The last time I went was, of course, with my three brothers and one of big brother's friends. The refs out there were rather nice and allowed us to play against each other instead of with strange people who like to shoot newbies because they know they can.

Sadly, I'm cursed with always being on the losing side. Or maybe I've just got the worst luck ever. Or maybe I just suck at paint ball.

The only other time I went paintballing was so, so long ago when I'd just started college and my big brother was engaged to some girl he'd met at a restaurant and had been dating for three months. Again, it was me, the brothers, and this time it was also a bunch of the little brother's crazy friends (I emphasize crazy, immensely). Also thrown into the bunch was big brother's fiancee's little sister who was a freshmen in high school at the time.

We played all day. I got tired. For the very last game, I sat out and watched as my little brother and his friend did a nice little kamikaze down the hill into enemy territory to steal the victory. My brother is crazy like that. He likes to rush the battle field instead of wait patiently in hopes that paintballs will zip by you without contact and the game will end without you having to do anything or move anywhere.

So I play cautious. No big deal. I'm just clumsy and would rather secure my best efforst in not getting hit and thrown out of the game rather than getting hit as soon as I set foot into the game. This means no senseless movements or rushing forward. I'm quite content staying in the back.

This time around at paintball, I tried to do something... The key term here is that I tried. It didn't really work out too well though and I stayed in the back and shot randomly at anyone who looked like they were about to get up.

Still, I had fun. And then the next day there was the aching pain of muscles rebelling. Also, the very first place I was actually hit on my body was my neck and my back. Big purple and ugle bruises. My coworkers are swearing up and down that I've been naughty and that the bruise on my neck is really a hickey.

Right, like in this lifetime I would actually be able to experience getting a hickey at all.

But anyway. Onto other news.

If I hadn't already mentioned it, Grandma has completely moved into her new house and will no longer have to return to her drabby, aging, ancient, bad neighborhood, bolt the doors down to keep people out house. We're all a little gratified that Grandma no longer has to be paranoid that some stupid street kid will decide to break in.

I'm moving along at snail's pace in my efforts to A)find a better job, and B) get into the Medical Technology program to ensure a good opportunity in the future. But I met with the Med Tech department head and she says that not only will I like the program, but I've also got the typical personality of a Medical Technologist. She also mentioned that I'm just like her in those respects. I feel a little more calm because I almost feel like I've already guaranteed myself a spot in the program.

Not a time to get my hopes up yet, but I'll look forward to it.


Finally, I've been stuck on other things for a while including watching the rest of Moonlight Resonance, doing my homework and working overtime. When I received my little author alert about Maeven's newest story updates, I kind of blew them off for a while. Then, not long after, I checked my email again yesterday and found yet another update. I'm quite ecstatic, and so I'm off to read the two newest chapters of Through Me 21 and 22. Soon we shall see what will occur between our favorite heroes and the little conflict that's been brought to light.

As for Moonlight Resonance, I may or may not comment on the series as a whole later on. But for now, I can mention that as much as I liked it and as much as I preferred it to its predecessor, I'm a little disappointed at the outcome and how things were played out. More on this later.

Heroes and Too Much Work

So the third season of Heroes has begun to air. I missed the season premier, but fortunately was graced with online streaming and so I saw it anyway.

It was a jam-packed two episode premier, and the effect was rather "Whoa!" because within these two simple fourt-five minute episodes, too much happens. I don't want to give away too many spoilers, but let's just say that everyone seems a lot more emo than they were from season 1. In season 2, there hadn't been too much time to elaborate on the degree of emo that our "heroes" end up in because Hollywood's writers decided to go on strike and ended Heroes in the middle of the season.

The very first scene of the first episode, I swear, probably came right out of a Matrix movie scene. I think that what Claire was wearing is a dead-copy of Trinity's usual pick of clothing.

But anyway, despite the immense complications and increase in mysteries, more adventures are being added on and I'm looking forward to the rest of the season.

Peter is on a mission to "save the world" as he always seems to be, but this time there's an interesting twist that is revealed at the very beginning. Hiro, of course, is so dead set on being a hero that he may end up screwing up horribly this time. For once, his best friend is the one with the level-head and his wits among him. Claire is as emotional as ever and probably more so after an encounter with Sylar. After being shot by a "mysterious assailant" back in season two, Nathan has become somewhat... looney, which is a shame because he was probably the more normal, more intelligent, more stable of all the heroes in the entire series. Suresh has lost it... completely, and I'll leave it at that. We know nothing of what happened to Niki/Jessica or her son and relatives... but OMG, there's a Niki look-alike out there?!!

Anyway, there are so many new things going on and so much revealed and so many more new questions brought to attention. And this is all just within the first two episodes so I can only wonder what the rest of the series is going to be like. You don't get a chance to stop for breath when you're watching Heroes cause if you stop paying attention for even a second, you may just miss something very important.

Also, we get to reunite with Claire's biological mother once again, and Angela Petrelli finally displays what her great power is.

As a spoiler, my brother told me that the very last episode is revealed to be titled "War." I have quite the ideas on what will incur during this third volume of Heroes. And being that season two couldn't really elaborate on the "Generations", hopefully it won't take away the effect of volume three's "Villians" because there's a significance to this title.

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In other news, I'm tired of homework. Case closed. Although I haven't had much time to do my homework what with my part-time job and with my... obsessed attachment to Warhammer Online.

But seriously, I need to learn how to self-discipline myself. Otherwise, there may be some problems. I've successfully contacted all the professors for the sake of my application into the Medical Technology program and hopefully it will be smooth sailing from here on out. If I can get in, I can begin working my way into a lab and getting acquainted with that so-called "experience" that every job employer is looking for.

The holidays are approaching quickly with Halloween around the corner and Thanksgiving and Christmas not too far behind. You might say that the latter two are still two months away, but time, I've discovered, flies be so quickly that you don't even have time to comment on how far away Christmas feels.

After this semester, I'll have completed Immunology and will have no other class to take until my acceptance into Medical Technology. And so I'll have a whole semester free of school work so maybe I should consider searching for a different part-time job to occupy my time.

If I may do so, I feel I should take that semester to work on my writing as well as my anime and manga blog other things.

On a side note, I am fully pumped and ready to go about dieting because in another ten pounds, I think I may just go shoot myself. Thus, joining a gym may not be a bad idea... though I think in the end, I may just start looking for a KSS class to take for the sake of being a student out there and being out at the gym at WSU. And because I'm not too certain about whether or not I'll be kicked of my student status if I don't take a class during one of the semesters...

Anyway. Whatever.

An Emo Moment... Apologies are in order to begin with... *bows*

I understand the complications. I understand why my parents persist. And I understand it all. What I don't understand is why it's so hard for my parents to understand how to practice a little bit of consideration... or even a little bit of...

You know, I don't really know what I want from them. But what I don't want is for them to continuously be breathing down my back about doing certain things and then give me obstacles.

Like you really think that this is an effort I've never tried to make on my own. And like you really think that this is something I enjoy.

I know. I know. And I know.

But right now, I can't seem to keep myself from wanting to explode or burst into tears. I'm not a depressing person, but certain circumstances always turn me into one. Right now is really not the best time to make me feel so much more inferior than the rest of the world.

So what if I'm overweight? So what if I'm fat? So what if I'm practically rolling stomach out of my shirts? So what if I'm so disgusting that it hurts to look at me? I can one hundred percent tell all of you fools that I am healthier than a marathon runner. I could probably out run one if I feel like it because I'm a fool like that. My being fat has nothing to do with MY personal health.

Because for all my glory of being a hundred pounds heavier than my parent's ideal target weight, I've yet to contract any disease or disorder mostly common within my family and caused by being obese. I'm very healthy.

And now I'm being completely random and stupid. I don't even know what the hell I'm talking about anymore.

But you know, surgar-coating the words "Your fat and you need to lose weight because we can see your bulging stomach" with the words "we just want you to be healthy" does not help to increase my already diminishing self-confidence that I can at least control one aspect of my life. Everything in my life is not going according to plan right now, I've lost all confidence in my future career, and I've had about three hours of sleep in the past twenty-four to four-eight hours. I'm so tired because I ran and ran all day today for the sake of a job I don't even like, but that I can't seem to stop killing my physical exterior for, and I don't even know what my life is worth anymore.

Slapping me in the face by suddenly bringing up the issue of my weight does NOT exactly tell me how much my parents love me. Instead, I just feel like I've been reduced to a cretin about to be smashed beneath Glory's bare feet. Not only that, but my right wrist is either twisted or bruised, I may have Carpel Tunnel since my left hand is always losing feeling, my right knee is beginning to give out on me again, and my back and shoulders are eternally stressed.

But you know what, according to the doctor I'm completely one hundred percent healthy and probably much more so than my athletic little brother.

I've done what my own motivation will allow. I don't eat like a pig. I've gone to physical activities classes-- I've taken Pilates, Cardio-kickboxing, Yoga, Turbokick... I've gone to the gym. I've gone on diet pills. I've done everything I can do. But it's either of my own willpower, or because of sheer misfortune.

I've never lost one pound of weight for the past three years, no matter how hard I've tried. And granted, maybe I just need to try harder. And I know that I have to try harder. And I know that I'm fat and disgusting, but I really don't need anyone telling me that... and then turning around and trying to cram another cake down my goddamned throat.

Don't be so fuckin' contradictory! Dammit, make up your minds and leave me alone. Really... just leave me alone.

Please.

Work and Warhammer

Hmm... what a weird combination. Work and Warhammer sounds like I'm about to be deployed into a battlefield.

My boss hasn't called me yet to tell me that I need to work tomorrow morning at 9:30 no matter what. I tried to pawn off that shift to another coworker of mine because starting on Thursday until Sunday I'll be doing a merciless amount of split shift work. In other words, I'll be up before the crack of dawn at 5:00 A.M. so that some crazy people can have breakfast at 7:00 A.M. and then I get to go home for a couple hours and screw around try to sleep before going back to work for the dinner shift. This if for four days in a row.

I can already feel the weariness setting in. I think I may have to call in dead this weekend.

So when one of my coworkers mentioned only having to work one day this week cause she'd asked for the weekend off, she sounded a little disappointed and distressed. So I offered her my Tuesday morning at 9:30 -- I try to be a nice person. Except now she'll be working two straight shifts tomorrow from morning until the nighttime. Oh well, I guess she is only working one day of the whole week.


As a final change in pace of all things gaming, Warhammer Online's head start gameplay begins today at 2:00 P.M. over here in the states. It took us a long time to figure out what x:00 A.M. CET was. Apparently CET is Central European Time. That's the first I'd heard of things being based off of CET instead of PST or EST or the like. Although nothing is ever based off of CST if it's a nationwide event. The central states of America just aren't that significant I guess.

It makes my little home on the range of Kansas feel so special. I think our only redeeming factor here is that we're the flattest state in the States and we get tornadoes. Oh yea, and then there's our deteriorating "Air Capitol of the World" reputation as well since all aircraft industries seem to be uprooting and shipping off to some foreign countries for better labor deals.

I'll say it now cause this is how I think: It's all the labor unions' doing. Honestly, it jitters me to no end knowing that people are still not satisfied with $20 an hour pay, plus excellent health benefits, paid vacations, paid holidays, paid Sundays, shift difference, and worthy overtime pay. And all this with just a high school degree in hand and nothing more. Accordingly, you don't even really have to do your job. And you all are going on strike because you're not being paid... what? $30 an hour.

Give me break!

I get paid $2.35/hr plus gratuities that may amount to about an average of $8.00/hr ever two weeks. My paychecks probably would never pay off if I lived on my own in a cardboard box and is really more like petty cash in this economy today. And this is if I'm lucky. Finding a better job is like picking the dead silence out of a crowd and I even have a useless degree that isn't getting me anywhere.

While I admit that I could probably be trying harder, at least I wouldn't be complaining if I had good benefits and good pay.

But that's just one of my soap boxes that maybe I should step down from before I get a lashing from other people. Labor unions are a touchy subject after all. And I'm not saying that just because you only have a high school degree that you don't deserve a good job, but people nowadays just don't know the value of satsifaction.

People always want more. We're a greedy species no matter who we are... and we're an emo species too lately. People love to live in the grandness of their melancholy and we'll be damned if someone else has a crappier life than we do.

But all of this is suddenly off topic and I need to quit.

Because all of this Warhammer Online news just ended up becoming Ani's soap box and I really hate soap boxes cause they only cause trouble and unnecessary flaming.

So back to Warhammer Online.

Well, I guess there isn't much to say about it. It starts today -- or this Thursday for those who didn't preorder and receive the head start codes -- and I'm only semi-looking forward to it. While some aspects of it are fun, it's the same deal over and over again. We quest, we do scenarios a la capture the flag type of game, and we can go and kill off other players on the open RvR battlegrounds like a first person shooter game. It's going to get boring real fast unless something new catches my attention. Because the monotonous effect was what got me turned off of Everquest 2.

Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to catch on fast and I'll be able to enjoy it.

As of today, however, I'll be spending a bit of time rushing through my Immunology notes since I have a quiz next Monday and probably won't have time to study when I start working on Thursday. Chances are, I'll still slack off... but not as much as usual. I'm even very tempted to turn on my laptop and start typing away some other story items that I really, really, really wanna work on...

My Grandma's New House and a Walk-in Closet

So it's Sunday. Sunday's are boring and drab since there's not much going on for me on Sundays. I could be doing a lot of things such as cleaning my room, doing my laundry, or even doing my homework. But it feels like it would be such a sin just to lift a finger on a Sunday.

But it's not like I'm Catholic or anything, so I guess it's okay.

So my uncle recent bought a new house on the east side of town. It's a nicer change from the neighborhood they live in currently (and have lived in for the past twenty years). It's prettier and probably much more secure -- in other words, Grandma won't have to worry about chaining and bolting every door and window in her house at night anymore.




From the outside it looks kind of small. The inside looks a little bit more spacious. But I won't deny that compared to a lot of other houses, it's actually quite small. The way the house was designed and constructed... I don't really like. I wouldn't be able to make myself buy something like this.

But... To each their own. My uncle's happy with it, my grandma's happy with it, so everything is quite alright. I guess.

The only things I could say I like are probably the deck, the walk-in closet, and the kitchen counter.



The deck is big, spacious, and has a roof hanging over it. I like this aspect. Secondly, it also leads into the master bedroom. A little creepy if you think about it, but then again, sometimes you just need those late night or early morning leave the house without anyone knowing times. Or in a workaholic's case, I guess it's a good idea to have a means to enter the house after a long day at work without encountering anyone.

In a college student's case, it's a good idea to be able to enter the house after a long party night and fall directly onto one's bed without waking the entired household -- if said entire household exists, that is. There is also quite a bit of room under the deck as well to load up outdoor items, but I'm not saying that the area is a safe haven for easily rusting gardening materials.

In my uncle and grandma's case, it's going to be the dog's room and chain up prison when visitor's are over.

And yes, that is my little brother's but in that shot. I didn't realize I got it until I actually looked. Who knows what he's bending over to pick up. Made me want to retake the picture, but it would take a little while to find the right spot and right lighting again. Camera phones really aren't all what they're hyped out to be, honestly.



Now, I like walk-in closets. They're nice. They give you a lot of room to sweep extra debris into when guests are over. I could probably throw another tub or two of unfolded clothes in there and no one would be the wiser. And there's plenty of room to do it too. I could even store extra boxes in each corner of this one. Although it's a little hard to get a full front and peripheral camera shot of the closet, I can just say that it's big.

And I especially like the shelf. I also like having the hanging rods at different heights. Makes for a good place to put different types of clothes, or to mix and match outfits. Not that I would need a clost for that. But truthfully, it also separates the weight of a bunch of clothes so that not everything is hanging in the middle of one single straight rod.

In my own closet in the past before I threw away a lot of clothes I realized I'd never be able to wear again... (that's another story) Basically the rod was screaming for a merciful end since it looked like it was about to buckle. I too was scared I'd break something so I started to pack away all those clothes and give them to my brothers as hand-me-downs (I'm a bit of a tomboy so a lot of my clothes were actually men's clothes) or I just sent them off with our garage sales and the Salvation Army trucks.

Now I make a solemn pact not to buy anymore clothes unless I absolutely need them or until I've lost about fifty pounds. End of story.



And now the kitchen.

Well, it's small. But it looks quaint. And I really like this counter for who knows what reason. It just looks so cool. With it's window and everything.

And that's all I really have to say about this part of the house. To be honest, I'm an island counter person. If I ever get a house, I need an island counter. It makes more lots of room and lots of space to throw things. And it can also serve as a dining table too if you live by yourself. Who needs to buy a new kitchen table?

I will admit I prefer to live on the west side of town over the east side of town. The east side is just so bustling and crowded... and mean. There's so much traffic and sometimes I just don't know how to get around. And there are about four Starbucks on Rock Road alone. It makes me wanna cry, cause there are really only four Starbucks on the entired west side alone. And this is including the one on Seneca which is really not counted as the west side, but more like the ghetto south side.

But anyway, to each their own. All is swell.

I'm tired as hell because of a cater-out job yesterday. I can actually feel my upper back tightening up on me. And I can't really feel my feet. And my fingers are aching, and frankly, typing up a storm doesn't help out at all.


In other news, the open beta of Warhammer Online just ended last night. I played for longer than I really needed to play. After all, it's not like I actually get to keep my character from the open beta. But now I actually have to go and pay the fifty bucks for an official game for when the game actually launches on the 18th this week. But I'll be working my butt off so I don't even know if I'll have time to play.

Ah... no matter. Really... I guess.

I'm Still in Love...

Yeah, I'm a sucker for duets, and when it's a duet with my one of my favorite guys singing, it's heaven.

This song is from Ray's newest album of which I've spoken of already. At first when I heard it and a female was singing, I was thinking... "huh? This isn't Ray." And so I looked up the album's info and found that Vincy Chan does this lovely duet with Ray.

I'm so happy about it that I just have to post about it. There's also a mandarin version, but I like this Canto version more.

Hehe