Some much needed nonsense

I took Noah to the zoo today between sleeping and going to work, and for the most part it was rather routine: Noah doing fine in the stroller, Noah wanting out of the stroller, Noah eating snacks in the stroller, Noah screaming with delight on the train... you know, the usual. However, while leaving they had a band playing in front of the cafeteria, which, in itself, is not bizzare... but the drunk girl dancing on the stage was.

It got me to wondering whether she was a part of the band, a la Mighty Mighty Bosstones' weird dancing guy, or if she was in fact just some random girl, drunk on stage... at a zoo. At 5 in the evening. Now, don't get me wrong, the zoo is awesome. It's a good size, has lots of animals, lots of shade and most importantly (and surprisingly, too) free. But, I'm not entirely sure why someone would chose to go get drunk there.

Just a thought.

Also, this joke has been stuck in my head:

A guy came home from choir practice one day with a black eye. Surprised, his wife asked him what happened.
"Well," he responded, "I was sitting there minding my own business when one of the soloist's got up to do her part, and she had a huge wedgie. Not wanting her to be embarrassed, I pulled it out for her. So she punched me."
The wife told him that it wasn't a smart thing to do and he promised not to do it again. The next day though, he came home again with yet another black eye. His wife rolled his eyes and asked what happened.
"Well, the same soloist got up to do her part," he replied, "but when she stood up, she straightened her dress and popped her wedgie out. So, knowing that she didn't like that, I stuck it back in!"

This joke was hilarious in 6th grade, and also right now in my head.

Stop!!

I've been thinking of the bungy tower back in Vegas recently (btw, yes I know the rest of the world spells it bungEE but as AJ would say, that's the ugly way to spell it, and if Mr. Bungy spells it with a "Y" then, dang it, burn the dictionary!) Mainly, I've been feeling like I've been standing on the edge recently. I can still vividly imagine Las Vegas from the edge. "Keep you eyes forward, look at the mountains and when I say "one," jump." Jumping is a deeply personal thing which is why we never pushed. No matter how many times I did it, I still got a knot in my stomach. When I'd get to the point of no return, the world would stop turning, everything would get quiet, and I'd stop breathing. I miss it.

I can hear the jump master in my ear again, telling me to keep my eyes forward.

I can sense that my toes are ever so slightly over the edge already, anticipating the wild ride that is mere centimeters away.

All I need now is my countdown and to lean forward.

This is a rather big summer for me, as most of you are aware. My last final was last Wednesday and my finals grades were an A and a B. The B disappoints me, but at the same time, it gives me the drive to never get one again. Like I said in my last post, I no longer have that feeling of being okay with mediocrity.

Saturday will be my last "day-off" before I start getting serious about contacting schools. For the moment the list is (eventhough they don't know it yet): WashU, Purdue, Illinois, Mizzou, Wisconsin and Utah. I'm hoping to visit them all this summer, and with any luck one of them will be a good fit for both of us.

As of the last post, I felt like I was at the bottom of the cliffs of insanity looking up, but recently I've realized that I'm at the top of the tower looking down. No less of an achievement, but one that I can relate to a seize upon.

I'm looking forward to crossing that point of no return and contacting those schools, because for a brief moment my world will once again stop.

Aiming High

A couple posts back (or heck maybe even the last one, I didn't check), I talked about being average. That's been bothering me a bit, because I've come to realize that it's important not to be average. Sure, we can't become super heros and what not, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't aim high. I've been thinking about this lately because I've been looking around at grad schools.

Now, I can rather safely say that my life has been spent aiming for the middle. In high school, I was happy with my 2.7ish GPA because, well, I was just going to go to UNLV. And I think that that has been my mind set for the better part of my life, probably because I've never really known what I wanted to do. Nursing seemed like a good idea because it has "job security" and "room for growth." Sure, the pay is OK especially if continue your eduaction, but having worked in a hospital for the last few years, it helps to enjoy the job. And I don't. I don't like what I see when I see the nurses around me and see myself in their place. I don't want this to be seen as a knock on nursing, because it isn't. It takes a selfless person to be a good nurse, and the more I'm in the hospital, the more I see that isn't me, or at least to the degree that it should be.

So, what was I talking about before I ranted about nursing? Oh yeah, aiming for the middle. The problem with doing that up until now is that I now know what I want and I'm standing at the base of the cliffs of insanity.

Aiming high is something new to me, and it's requiring that I change my whole attitude towards things. So yeah, that's what's on my mind.

Here's a few more random things:

Big thanks the Max and Stefanie for letting us crash at their place up in Milwaukee. I was good fun hanging with them and Ben and Melanie. "It's pronounced "mill-e-wah-que" which is Algonquin for "the good land." "

Looking forward to going to the Tetons and Salt Lake next month.

Everytime the Cubs lose an angel gets their wings.

Needles dipped in poo, lit on fire and stabbed in your nose. How's THAT for a title!

Once again, I take a moment from work to spout off nonsense.

To begin, I've gotten back in touch with Joelle, the lady that I helped teach and who got baptised. I must say that it feels incredibly good.

The semester is winding to a close and it's time to start thinking about fall semester. In a word it will be busy. Two 300 classes and two 400 classes. I also need to write an essay for the foreign language scholarship, and I'm not quite sure what approach to take... serious or a little on the humorous side. It's going to be decided by the foreign language teachers who usually seem like a quirky bunch, at least to me, so I'm kinda debating where to go. Also, do you think I should bring in baked goods... like a Gateau Basque? It's worth $700 which is about the cost of a class.

Also, I've been watching Flight of the Conchords on dvd that Beckie loaned us while Carpetbagging in Iraq. Watch. This. Show. You can get it on Netflix. If you don't have Netflix, I pity you. Seriously, get Netflix. And speaking of, Em and I just finished watching Season 4 of BSG (which we got on Netflix,) the series just ended, and I got through the whole thing with only learning one spoiler (albeit a big one) and so I anxiously await it's arrival on, you guessed it, Netflix. (Note: Netflix how about giving me some love, I said you name 5 times, 6 if you include this sentence. Netflix. (7))

So, moving along... Some people think Obama is a great speaker. Honestly, I don't get it. He;s really boring to listen to. And who cares that Michelle Obama hugged the Queen? We kicked them out of our country over 200 years ago, I'll hug the Queen if I darn well please! However, Canadia still must bow to her, the loyal subjects that they are.

Lastly, I'm finally going to say it. I am on Facebook and Twitter. As you can probably guess, I neglect these more than I do my blogging. I haven't tweeted in forever and Facebook is there just in case I need to get a hold of someone, really. Also, I'll be sending out my new email in a bit. It's time to retire the old hotmail account, or at least, use it for signing up on things. The other, I'm going to try and keep for personal stuff only.

The hardest part of a post...

is the title. Usually, at least, for me.

Also, sometimes all you need is to puke and have a good poop, and everything feels better.

So, my mind has been all over the place this week. Mainly it's been in a snot covered haze, due to being a little under the weather, but at 1 am, I just have a cough that's clinging on to life.

I'll admit, I may be an overly proud dad, especially at work. The good thing is that there's a couple other people with kids/grandkids in the same range, so it doesn't come off as overly weird. And it's nice to have Em's great pictures to share.

I've been feeling the urge to delve more deeply into scriptures lately. Actually change that to say merely "delve into scriptures." I'm not a great scripture reader, I'll be honest, I have a hard time staying awake. I've been feeling the urge to find the old addresses of people in France. I've never been a good letter writter, and keeping in touch is not exaclty my forte, but the need to read has been tied to the need to re-discover the people I met while on my mission.

Do you ever wonder if there are any superheros helping cops fight crime? I was thinking about this the other night, and my mind wandered over to thinking about there being no actual superheros. No one has super powers. Face it. Just like there are no wizards or vampires. Pirates and gypses for the most part were/are terrible people. Are we superheros for being normal? Maintaining mediocrity, or at least, leading a socially acceptible life requires quite a bit of self restraint, honor and a strong morality. Also, there are very few people in important/ popular postions that are actually good models for what we should be, that living a decent life, in my odd mind, is something that should be celebrated.

Anyways, there's a little rant for you.

In a Haze

I'm not sure where I'm going to go with this... be warned.

Here are a few things on my mind:

I hate working Sunday nights. I feel like there's a haze in the corners of my eyes.

The guy next to be is breathing like an asthmatic horse. Honestly, what is it called when you snore when you're awake?

Things in my life that keep me grounded are Em, Noah, my french lit class and World of Warcraft Tuesdays. Without them, my sanity would be hanging by a thin rope.

Some guy got hurt bung"ee" jumping the other week. What an idiot. People who jump illegally deserve to be hurt, it's a terrible thing to say, but drunk drivers deserve to die too. I'm tired and my brain filter is slipping away into the nether, sue me.

Soccer is better than your sport. World Baseball Classic? What a huge joke. Do you honestly believe anyone outside the North Western Quarter-sphere and East Asia care about a "Classic" that the players hardly care about? Not to mention baseball players are sissies. And steroids? Rio Ferdinand of ManU was LATE for a drug screen and he got suspended from all competitions for almost a season. He did not test positive... he was LATE. Baseball should hang their collective over grown steroid heads in shame, Bud Selig should have be thrown out of baseball in disgrace and all records from the past 15 years given an asterix. If they didn't know about the drug use, it wasn't because of ignorance it was because they cast a blind eye on something that gave baseball meaning again. Hey baseball this is what happens when you sell your soul to Satan. (I watched ESPN during lunch). Also Arsenal's fiscal responsibility will start paying dividends in about 3-4 on the pitch, just wait.

I'm done typing.

55 Reasons I'm Better Than You

So, I was watching Season 1 of Scrubs the other night and J.D. had one of his fanatsies with Jimmy Walker (the comedian, not the drink), and it got me thinking about old Las Vegas commercials. So here's a few for you to complete (the answers will be at the end of the post).

1) I'm Jimmy Walker, the talker, and when I'm in Las Vegas I go to ______________.
2) What can compare to ______________?
3) Who loves you, baby? ________________, that's who!
4) I'm Happy Harry! And this is _______________!
5) In Henderson. _______________!

There's also some fantastic ones here in St. Louis, but we'll save those for another post.

So Stacie won the contest, and I'm giving the runner-up to Nicole for admitting she wasn't funny.
Stacie gets to pick between $10 to Amazon or iTunes (or some other music site) and Nicole gets the one she doesn't pick.

Also, I un-highlighted the things I haven't done in my previous post.

Well, I got to get back to work, so here are the answers:
1) Steiner's Cleaners
2) Maryland Square
3) The Furniture Store
4) Quality Liquidators
5) Of Course!