Not worth coming up with a title for.

I know, a promising beginning right there. Followed by the standard white text...

So I'm officially back home. I've got to say, it's especially peculiar and at times unnerving. For instance, yesterday I totally forgot I had school. I can guarantee this would not have happened back at my house--scratch that--rather, the house in west valley. This is particularly bad because it's bio chem, I have to do awesome on my next test, most of this section is coming from the lecture and not the book, and I have lost my book so even if it wasn't I'm in trouble. I'm starting to regret all sorts of decisions I've made lately. I've also been over at my sisters new house in Bluffdale way more often than I'd intended. The drive kind of sucks, though I did get some quality shots of the llamas and pot belly pig today. And one picture of my sister right before one of the billy goats totally bucked her through the fence. Pretty much the highlight of my day happened right there. We had a flock of deer running alongside our car two days before. I guess it would be "herd." It's seriously out in the middle of nowhere practically. Other than that, I went to Resource to help out today, and so did my sister, which was enjoyable as always. I had a 6 year old attacking me with "spiders" (aka. his fingers) for a good portion of the day. He insisted I play with him at everything. I also played "Guess Who" with a third grader I think, because he wanted to play with "one of the ladies." I also went out to eat for lunch with three of my sisters and multiple nieces and nephews, and by the end of that excursion all but one were crying because they were past nap times. Today has been rather exhausting, and I still have to finish moving my stuff into my old room. My computer should arrive back at my house tonight, but then I have to get some sort of spy protection bought before I can hook it up to the internet. And then at 6 I am going to a meeting for the start of Ultimate Frisbee League. I'm excited, but worried because of all of the skills I lack. Hopefully this experience will help me learn more and perfect my methods without making me look too stupid. I only wish that the weather was as warm as I think it should be. And now I must go about finding my text book.

Oh! So who's excited about General Conference Weekend?! I am. I think we should have the usual breakfast, and maybe at the kisser of frog's and my sister's new place. But it would be an event where everyone should bring something.

"No candy and chocolate makes me something something."

So I'm pretty sure my work is trying to kill us...Or keep us alive forever. I'm not sure which. Every year they have this thing during Christmas where you can have yourself weighed by the Health Center and if after New Years you weigh within a pound of your old weight you get a gift certificate. Mine was to Barnes and Noble. They like to encourage us to be healthy. Some time during when all this was going on they removed all of the chocolate from the vending machines and replaced it with healthy stuff, like granola bars and trail mix. Now I like these things as much as anyone, but I'm not willing to pay candy bar prices for them, and sometimes you just need a pick-me-up. Did no one ever tell ACME Labs that chocolate is good for you? You'd think they'd know--medically. And the endorfins! Definitely good for the work force. I think this whole situation would have caused more of an uproar if people hadn't thought it was temporary. Only now--almost April--Christmas is long past. Not the true Christmas, for sure, but I don't think the candy is coming back. Many departments I know of have taken to buying bags full of candy bars which it's members deplete and take turns replenishing. I should do likewise, but have yet to. The problem is if I have it all before me I'll eat it at once. What brings on this post I guess is the fact that I'm studying and I have no study food. Not that I can eat in the lab, but sometimes you just need a kit kat break or something. My study food was established as a freshman in college as peanut M&M's. Later, as a junior I think, when Anatomy finally cracked me and I ended my 8 year abscondment from Mountain Dew, that too became part of my study regiment.

Point of the matter: no one should make anyone else eat healthy. Sure, it's nice that they're supporting people in their healthy endeavors by offering more healthy choices, but what about those of us who have no such aspirations? It's one thing to add more choices, but to take the old ones away? I think it breaks a trust and ruins employee moral.

The Forgotten Post

Whoever decided the longest day of the year was the summer solstice was wrong; I'm pretty sure it's today. So here I am, at work, and I'm completely done with 3 more hours to go. I can't even think of what else to do. Of course I don't want to ask my supervisor, because he'll actually give me stuff to do. But all the useful things I do usually to kill time are done. Hmmph.

I cleaned my room yesterday. I'm talking spotless. It's never been this clean before. All of the pictures and posters came of my walls, and it really just looks so much larger and more empty. The same goes for our entire house. It's really quite depressing. No pictures on the wall, no skeleton in the basement...Instead it is housed in the garage with my tree of cans and my wheel. It's really starting to kick in that I will not have my same roommates in less than a month. Instead my parents will be my roommates. I love them, but it's quite the trade-in. My little sister isn't even moving back home anymore. Instead she's abandoning me for a llama and a fat pig. I think the fact that the apartment was nice and moderately priced even came second to those two factors. More than two, since I believe there are more farm animals than that at this log cabin isolated in the faraway town of Bluffdale, and I'm sad I won't have time to visit more often with work and school happening. Stupid Frogkisser, going with her till the wedding. Good thing Pinkie and Ugly Duckling will still be around. Maybe Tisme too.

------------------------line of time----------------

Many of you may be all too familiar with my line of time. It's now almost a week after I started this post. That should explain the date of the post when obviously there was no post at or for quite some time after that particular date. I originally was going to go on to explain the party I think we should have before we move, but alas, we no longer have a kitchen table, chairs, entertainment center, we've lost a couch...Sadly it's just not going to happen with all the packing and cleaning we need to do. But one will happen soon, although I have no idea where. I'm on my way in a bit to take boxes over to my parents house and finish cleaning out my old room for the upcoming months. You should all be delighted to know that I currently have superglue stuck to all ten of my fingers. I had a friend send me a tiki god from Hawaii for my birthday, only she had yet to learn the proper way to package fragile things, so it arrived in more than one piece. The actual god was in one piece, but the stand it came on was not. I procured some epoxy soon after in the hopes of restoring it (even though she did send me another one packaged beautifully at a later time, but which happened to be a different god) and have been unsuccessful in all of my efforts till today. Naturally I had to restore the one that looks as though it's constipated in it's crouching, and yelling, state. Incidentally, and most befittingly, this is the tiki god of love (It's quite a scary looking thing, which I find significant). I just don't understand how they ever fit together in the first place, because for me to get them all together again I had to shave some parts off with a razor, and slightly overlap other places. Total conspiracy. Of course I glued more pieces to my fingers than I did to each other in this process, but overall I was triumphant. So now I can pack it up to use as a bookend with the other one, and move onto actual tasks that are necessary.

So I went to the Beane Museum on Thursday. Mainly we went down to Provo for the omelets, but I hate omelets, so I didn't actually stay for that part. I was seriously exhausted by that point. But you have to love taxidermy. It really was interesting to see all of the different animals, and to flash back to the good ol' moments I had in elementary school when we went there on a field trip. The only part that bothered me were the parts where they looked dead. I do realize they're all dead, but there's something wrong about looking it. William of course was right at home, since that's basically what most of the rooms in his house look like. It really is amazing he hasn't been pummeled for bringing a skinned cougar down to BYU with him, especially with the roommates he has. My little sister managed to cut herself with one of the shark teeth for sale at the gift shop. She has a weird affinity towards sharks. We still need to go down to the candy factory, as it was closed by the time we got there, but that will be an adventure for another day.

There are few who deny, at what I do I am the best, for my talents are renowned far and wide...

ACME Labs is currently very anal about using the internet. Unfortunately 15 minutes is not long enough for me to adequately ramble, thus my posts will become less frequent I'm guessing. Today I was extremely productive at work. I was able to calibrate 4 pipettes (2 of them multi-channel), and do some of my mandatory training. I'll admit this was mainly because my opposite was around doing her calibrations, and of course I had to make myself look like less of a slacker by doing the same. Some people are so ambitious. Maybe somehow I can catch it from them. This is good, because I came in later than I wanted to, thus I had stuff to keep me busy while I stay longer than I'd like. I also have to go to my chiropractor today. "Get to" I should say. I really just haven't had the time, but it feels good to be adjusted, so I'm excited. I also have done more homework lately. Though I'd like to pat myself on the back for this, the fact is it was still less than it should have been, and I have a lot more to do. I about left my book at a restaurant last night for that class, and wouldn't that have been sad. I know what you're thinking: "why did you have your book with you in the restaurant?" That is what my friend who was with me asked--but I just feel like less of a slacker when I have it with me everywhere, and let's face it, that's just what I do. Books go with me everywhere, only sadly my booklight has burnt out yet again. I actually have 3, all burnt out. On a side note: At that restaurant I had sushi for the first time. This was a big step considering I hate fish. I really mean that, cooked or not. So having it raw was interesting, but I figured I couldn't say I didn't like sushi if I'd never tried it. I've tried to try it before, but it didn't exactly work. I couldn't make myself swallow, and I regretted the chewing, so this time I was cautious. However, it really does matter where you get it and how fresh it is. I still don't like fish, but the sushi at The Fat Sumo is really good. I had the rolls and one was salmon, the other tuna. One had a deep fried outer roll, and that one was clearly the best just because it was more fattening. The other I think was a cucumber outer roll, and it was likewise good, but less so for the obvious reason of it being more healthy for you.

The Past And Pending

So my brother just had a baby. Well, his wife did anyway, and it's his...So they have a baby now. I'm so excited! Especially these last few weeks we were really worried. My nephew Matthew died 7 months along because somehow the umbilical chord became separated, or just wasn't getting the food he needed to him. I think that experience broke all of our hearts. It turned out it was caused by a problem that was genetic, or just couldn't be fixed, so my sis-in-law was very restricted during this pregnancy, and had to get daily shots to ensure this one would turn out okay. A few weeks ago we all fasted because their latest ultra sound revealed that he wasn't growing like he should, and they'd have to take him early. It must have worked, because he's here now, at 4 lbs 9 oz, and no C section. It's a nice little miracle for them right now, and for the rest of us too. They really deserve it.

I played Ultimate Frisbee this morning. I know, not as exciting as what I've written so far, but whatever. I had fun. I haven't played for quite some time, and last time I almost passed out during because of my blood sugar or something. This time I drank a lot of gatorade and ate chocolate beforehand. It turned out much better, and I choose to give the credit to the Snickers. I managed to get dog piled at one point in there, and was sure I must have broken my nose, but it was a false alarm. The worst was that it bleed a little, and not much, no doubt because it was all frozen in my nose. I was not expecting to find snow on the ground this morning. There wasn't any at my house anyway.

I can't believe it's already Saturday. My weeks pass too quickly, and too little happens within them when left up to me. I'm unambitious lately, what can I say. But I'll force myself to be better for the rest of the day at least. I think we're having night games tonight, so we'll see how that goes. I don't know how I'll handle having had all these idle weeks suddenly followed by two energy requiring activities falling on the same day. I did baby sit quite a lot this week actually, so I think that's where most of the week went. It's amazing how kids suck the life out of you, and they weren't even my kids. I was down in Lindon last night with 4 of my nieces and nephews. My oldest nephew is 13, so he pretty much took care of himself; except when I had to wallop him with all of those McDonald's-type-play-pen-balls we happened to have around. I don't know where my parents get these things (well actually I do, they love auctions like nothing else), but then they give them to my siblings for their kids. I'm actually quite a terrible shot sometimes, so that made it more enjoyable, and my 2 year old nephew kept crossing lines to pick up balls to throw back to me. Occasionally he threw them at me, and when I threw them back he told me not to, so I didn't. It's amazing how a little kid can peg you with something, and then look so reproaching when you try doing the same. The look just made me ashamed. He used to be a mamma's boy, and he cried when she left, but I quickly comforted him and he became my special friend. The absolute perk of the evening, visit, day, month...I could go on...was hearing my 13 year old nephew squeal like a girl--twice. I love it when he does that, and my throwing things hat him brought it about. My oldest niece, who will be 11 this coming month, probably required the least amount of work. She's quite helpful in nature, and I didn't even have to change anything. The baby, however, is a total mamma's girl. My sister can't be in the same room without her crying if she's not holding her. And then at first if my niece wasn't holding her she was crying as well. Finally we got to the point where if I wasn't holding her she was crying. It was quite the victory for myself, and if doing so wouldn't have hindered me from doing everything else, it would have been a complete victory at that. So I'm glad I spent time with them, no matter how exhausting that time was. I took many beautiful pictures in the meantime. Oh, and I got to spend Dr. Seus's birthday at Duckling's work playing with kids in Resource. You'll all be happy to know that I won at Uno, and many children wanted to sit by me. I also have a new favorite; well, a few new favorites, but one that makes me really laugh. Any kid that will go up to a complete stranger, put his watch in their ear, then stick one of their fingers in that person's other ear, all so they can hear his new watch...That's classic. It wasn't my ear by the way, as we're not complete strangers. Good times. I had a scare with my new ipod too, but fortunately Duckling stepped in and saved the day. I still owe her, though that was a very fetching "Shive a Git" shirt I made her recently.

That, my friends, is life at the moment. Not a bad one by any means, though their are a lot of things I need to work on, get started with, finish, etc... You never know what will ultimately happen in life, so you might as well make the best of things. That said, I will try to make the best of studying Biochem.

That's Life

I guess it's about time for a new post. Today's subject: life in general. It's my off-week--hallelujah. I had school this morning, and I really just want to graduate. It's not going to happen soon, but it's what I want. I actually really am interested in this class, but I really just can't get past this state of wanting to be done with school this semester, thus I continue to sit on the outside of where I should be. I think after this I only have genetics and O. chem, plus the lab, then two more years of pathology related courses. This hurts my soul to think of. Nevertheless I'm excited for next semester, that is if I do get to be a TA. Work has been strange lately. A lot of uncertainty going on, all because of two unfortunate firings that happened to occur back to back, one of which was the golden child of ACME Labs, leading everyone else to be extremely paranoid and unsure of themselves. There were good reasons, but still, it's disconcerting. The result of which is that my group manager freaks me out. There, I said it. Hopefully no one from work reads this. And today I'm cleaning and packing. I have to start taking down the colorings on the walls around our house, but it makes me sad so I put it off. I also need to take down my magnetic poetry, pack up my books, take down the pictures in my room, posters... I guess people will be looking at our house soon, so it needs to be respectable. But I've decided we need one more good bash at our house before we go, so maybe some of this can wait. Not my room, but other things. I guess I now have to deal with this skeleton in my family room too. I got this life-size anatomical model, don't ask me why because I can't justify it other than that I've always wanted one, and who knows, if I become a doctor I might need it. I'm pretty excited though, and I really can't wait to label all of the bone regions and landmarks. I have yet to name the poor sucker, but that can wait. Meanwhile, I get to tend my twin terrors tonight, aka. my two-year old twin nieces. They're adorable, but sheer trouble. I refuse to ever have twins. They occur generationally in my family, so unless I marry someone with twins in their genes, I figure my sister took care of this generation and I'm safe. I love them dearly, and so I am glad to leave them to their mother at the end of the day. More to come on my bash...I already have some ideas as to what to celebrate.