Michelle: wanna be on top? na nana na na
15 minutes later.
15 minutes later.
Michelle: you lose. this is tyra banks. i'm using michelle's computer and wanted to know if you wanted to be on top. obviously you don't. smile with your eyes, tyra.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Chemotherapy Will Make You Grow.
My friend found out this week she has thyroid cancer. She's going to have to have an operation to have a chunk of golf ball sized cancer taken out of her neck and then has to follow it with chemo. The chemo that thyroid patients take basically makes them radioactive. So much to the point that sitting down on a toilet after she's used it could fizzle your fallopian tubes. I'm trying to cheer her up about it.
Michelle: yeah you might be radioactive.
Michelle: you probably will be. its not a big deal, just can't exactly sleep in the same bed with a child. probably a good thing.
Erin: lol right
Erin: i went to the oncologist today and he was like oh yeah you will be radioactive for sure
Michelle: yeah. for thyroid especially.
Erin: the nodule on my thyroid is like golf ball lol nice i suck
Michelle: make sure you flush when you peeeee
Michelle: turn out the lights and watch the bowl glow
Michelle: TO THE EXTREME I ROCK A MIC LIKE A VANDAL!
Erin: lol i wonder about my pets tho
Michelle: you can scream that whenever someone asks you something
Erin: and how come i have to stay away from people yet im fine
Michelle: because you have the power, much like he-man
Michelle: its the power of greyskull.
Michelle: its the power of greyskull.
Michelle: ok?
Michelle: i didnt want to tell you, but i guess i should. they are injecting the power of greyskull in you.
Erin: yesssss
Michelle: you should buy a sword right about now.
Michelle: because you're going to have to use it, to kill terrorists.
Erin: am i going to be the next hiroshima?
Michelle: are you planning any trips to north korea I should know about?
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
We Gonna Get Funky. Funky. Funky. Funky.
I think a massive all inclusive world study should be put out on that line dance, where the guy screams, "REVERSE REVERSE! REVERSE REVERSE! Every, body, clap your hands!" Can you resist? Are you clapping your hands mentally right now?
What is it with that song. That guy is a fucking MILLIONAIRE. That song, as much as we would like to call it irritating, is encapsulating to the entire soul. It makes you want to at least LOOK at the dance floor even if you aren't on the dance floor. You want to see if people do the dance right. I mean, its as easy as stomping and crossing your legs, but people still mess it up.
You would think after it being out for 39457839485739 years that everyone would know it, but I still see people get on the dance floor and stand in the middle of the box like formation of people and look confused. Anyway, I think this dance has some kind of secret grey alien or masons type thing which controls the mind. I'm just glad I haven't been found within the clutches of that evil song, out on the dance floor.
What is it with that song. That guy is a fucking MILLIONAIRE. That song, as much as we would like to call it irritating, is encapsulating to the entire soul. It makes you want to at least LOOK at the dance floor even if you aren't on the dance floor. You want to see if people do the dance right. I mean, its as easy as stomping and crossing your legs, but people still mess it up.
You would think after it being out for 39457839485739 years that everyone would know it, but I still see people get on the dance floor and stand in the middle of the box like formation of people and look confused. Anyway, I think this dance has some kind of secret grey alien or masons type thing which controls the mind. I'm just glad I haven't been found within the clutches of that evil song, out on the dance floor.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
alicia: so a blonde and a jewish man enter a bar
alicia: the jewish man orders a long island iced tea and the blonde orders nothing
alicia: finish the joke
michelle: the blonde dies
michelle: the end.
michelle: well, it made me laugh
alicia: that is acceptable
michelle: no wait wait wait
michelle: "the blonde lays her head on the bar and dies"
alicia: haha
michelle: you don't want to order anything when you are dying.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Hospital Moment.
I started reading other bloggers blogs today and I remembered my own neglected white page. Right now I am at work, doing the front desk where the reception for the incoming patients of the ER are received. Most everyone is staring at me because they changed the televisions from playing cable tv to ridiculous so-quiet-no-one-can-hear-it advertisements for University of Toledo. They were supposed to get subtitles added, but as with everything else that would make this a better establishment, they haven't.
Every time a patient goes back before someone that had come in before, my face gets bathed in warmth as the laser eyes of everyone turns to me accusingly. I swear, I swear! my face reads, I didn't make it this way. No one likes to realize most illnesses that are actual emergencies are internal, and you can never judge a person like a book, meaning its cover. People handle pain differently, and they might groan and moan and have nothing, or be the silent, tight and thin lipped person suffering from cancer. I guess it is all relative.
Earlier I had to keep a smile on my face as someone berated the ethics of this place. They had concluded that the reason they were taking so long to be seen is because of insurance. No sir, the nurses don't even get to see that. They don't care anyway. They just want you to get taken care of and out of the emergency room and either admitted or home. Every nurse right now is fast walking in the back, one step away from running, their faces pulled taunt and their eyes looking either distressed or emphatically tired. I'm glad I'm not a nurse.
The longest someone has waited today was 3 hours and 46 minutes. That person was the most patient of all. He only asked once about himself. Think of it 1/6 of your day spent in the ER, and that being only in the waiting room. The good thing now is that the board is telling me everyone waiting to go back is here at the same level, meaning everyone will be taken back in order of time, and not by reason they are here. You just can't take someone with a sprained ankle before someone experiencing chest pains.
I'm tired, but I may go out tonight. And who knows, I might wear some new shoes. You never know. I have a new scarf too. I find it silly and funny that a reason to go out is a new outfit, or well, pieces of one. I need to fix my bike on monday, just a pedal, and see if I can get anyone to buy the other bikes I don't want. I bet I could fetch a little bit of money that could go toward a new nice nice nice bike.
Every time a patient goes back before someone that had come in before, my face gets bathed in warmth as the laser eyes of everyone turns to me accusingly. I swear, I swear! my face reads, I didn't make it this way. No one likes to realize most illnesses that are actual emergencies are internal, and you can never judge a person like a book, meaning its cover. People handle pain differently, and they might groan and moan and have nothing, or be the silent, tight and thin lipped person suffering from cancer. I guess it is all relative.
Earlier I had to keep a smile on my face as someone berated the ethics of this place. They had concluded that the reason they were taking so long to be seen is because of insurance. No sir, the nurses don't even get to see that. They don't care anyway. They just want you to get taken care of and out of the emergency room and either admitted or home. Every nurse right now is fast walking in the back, one step away from running, their faces pulled taunt and their eyes looking either distressed or emphatically tired. I'm glad I'm not a nurse.
The longest someone has waited today was 3 hours and 46 minutes. That person was the most patient of all. He only asked once about himself. Think of it 1/6 of your day spent in the ER, and that being only in the waiting room. The good thing now is that the board is telling me everyone waiting to go back is here at the same level, meaning everyone will be taken back in order of time, and not by reason they are here. You just can't take someone with a sprained ankle before someone experiencing chest pains.
I'm tired, but I may go out tonight. And who knows, I might wear some new shoes. You never know. I have a new scarf too. I find it silly and funny that a reason to go out is a new outfit, or well, pieces of one. I need to fix my bike on monday, just a pedal, and see if I can get anyone to buy the other bikes I don't want. I bet I could fetch a little bit of money that could go toward a new nice nice nice bike.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Dinosaurs.
alicia: HOLY SHIT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CX3QCaqLtJ8
me: field trip!
alicia: i'd probably pass out, thx
alicia: so fucking cool though
me: id ride it
me: and carry a spear
alicia: you'd be the favorite of everyone there!
me: especially when i started stabbing them and screaming
me: and when my dinosaur grabbed a child in his teeth
me: and viciously tears it into pieces.
me: GLORRRRR
alicia: i'm quivering with excitement just thinking about it!!!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
So Much Demands.
blip.fm is my new favorite website. It isn't much, but it is a lot. I'm listening to a Joanna Newsom remix of The Book Of Right On. It is nice, isn't everything nice? Everything is nice right now.
It is 2.10am and I closed my eyes for a little bit to feel the night and it felt like daytime again. Sometimes when you are so tired, you can almost convince your body that you are in a different place and different time. I suppose that is called dreaming.
I am closing my eyes again and pretending my windows are open and it is summertime. I can smell the air, the clean smell of the wind and the dirty metal smell of the screen combined, the toxic beauty of it that I can never get enough of. With rain showers and the drips that come off the awnings right near my windows, the pooling smell of rain on warmed cement is so distant in this winter. I can remember it, but I can't exactly remember the feel of it.
I miss some friends recently. I miss the ability to make friendships again. I feel like it is harder to become friends with someone now then when I was younger. Someone once said (probably the radio) that the reason for this is that our youth is full of dreams we are able to share with our friends. So does that mean all my dreams and urges and wants are dried up with my age? I hope not. I just have such a demand for quick understanding that doesn't involve the need to discuss. What I mean is, know who I am now without a handbook. How I got here. I don't want the extra explanation with why I like the smell of basil or why feet rubbing along carpet makes a shudder go up my back.
Isn't this only 2 months away?
It is 2.10am and I closed my eyes for a little bit to feel the night and it felt like daytime again. Sometimes when you are so tired, you can almost convince your body that you are in a different place and different time. I suppose that is called dreaming.
I am closing my eyes again and pretending my windows are open and it is summertime. I can smell the air, the clean smell of the wind and the dirty metal smell of the screen combined, the toxic beauty of it that I can never get enough of. With rain showers and the drips that come off the awnings right near my windows, the pooling smell of rain on warmed cement is so distant in this winter. I can remember it, but I can't exactly remember the feel of it.
I miss some friends recently. I miss the ability to make friendships again. I feel like it is harder to become friends with someone now then when I was younger. Someone once said (probably the radio) that the reason for this is that our youth is full of dreams we are able to share with our friends. So does that mean all my dreams and urges and wants are dried up with my age? I hope not. I just have such a demand for quick understanding that doesn't involve the need to discuss. What I mean is, know who I am now without a handbook. How I got here. I don't want the extra explanation with why I like the smell of basil or why feet rubbing along carpet makes a shudder go up my back.
Isn't this only 2 months away?
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