so today at work..

saying that when i work at a veterinary hospital is akin to saying that right after a day at band camp. or girls camp, whatever floats your boat.

well this dog comes in..and it was cute. i mean the thing was as annoying as..heck. but it was adorable. but it had a skin condition. i swear that was all we saw today..dogs with skin problems. so we did a skin scraping, where he takes a scalpel blade and runs it across the top of the skin to get a sampling of the cells and then looks at them under a microscope.

this is where it gets gross. the dog has an infestation of mites. a particular kind called scabies. its not pretty. that was probably the most disturbing little waggling thing i have ever seen.



it really does look like that. the one i saw had shorter stubbier leg lookin thingies and it waggled. there arent many other words to describe it really..it waggled. or wobbled. it was between a slip cover and a slide, so it didnt move much...just waggled around in a circle. it was pretty disgusting. and yet probably the coolest thing we saw today. although we caught this bug early, so the dog was still cute. but here are a few examples of what can happen if you dont get it early. ps. its not pretty.


and a human example. oh yes, this can happen to you! doesnt it just make you itch? i can barely type its so disturbingly itchy.


yeah. pretty disgusting. i'm sure you'd notice before that though...its extremely itchy. so dont let this happen to you OR your pet. its not good. if your pet is itching constantly in the same place and losing hair and the skin is showing signs of inflammation or anything of the like, please, please take them to the vet. not that it is going to be scabies. but anything like that is not going to be healthy for it. so you should. agreed? agreed.

& then i cried my eyes out.

marley & me.

best movie ever. okay so it makes it on the list.
up there with australia. & pride and prejudice. and charly. and 10 things i hate about you.
and quite a few other best movie ever's. but you know how it goes.

but seriously. that was amazing. like the kind of movie that is moving. and touching. not just a silly chick flick romance--cuz it wasnt. it was about marriage, and family, and a dog. it showed the hardships of marriage, how the dog ties it all together, family, and the whole ten yards. it was beautiful.

of course, when the dog started dying, thats when i started crying. bawling, would probably be a better description. i only barely managed to keep it quiet & not hiccup.

thats a lot like how i'd like my life to be. with the gospel, of course. but it was the best depiction of life that i have seen in a long while.. a simple movie, with a simple meaning.

life is good. live it to the fullest. and love every moment.

Swedish Smörgåsbord

this is like the highlight of my entire year. when my entire swedish side of my family gets together on christmas eve and we have a Smörgåsbord. bascially, a buffet. of swedish food. lots of cheeses as appetizers, crackers, veggie trays. the cheeses are really really good. mmm. and then the real food..swedish meatballs are the highlight of my life!
so they might look a little gross there, but i really liked the swedish flags in them. but really. they're delicious. & there is ham and all kinds of other stuff out on the swedish buffet table.. oh like pickled herring. i am so NOT wild about that...actually i have never tried it, in all my years of attending these buffets on christmas eve. because its fish. and thats just gross. plus, everyone else who tries it really regrets it-every year. but we have lingonberries too, for on the ham. and of course peas and carrots. oh and yummy potatoes. the red skinned ones. & there was more. but i'm done making myself hungry. :)

i just posted a square number

so i have this thing for numbers. i like them. when they're nice to me, of course. but dont get me wrong. i dont like math. i just like numbers. and some simple addition, subtraction, division, multiplication, possibly some algebraic equations..but my favorites are square numbers. they're pretty cool. well. with exceptions. heres my philosophies:

i like odd numbers, for the most part. but fives are out of the question. unless it is five squared, like twenty five, or 125, thats okay. my favorite simple numbers are 3, 9, and 11. i really like three and nine because three squared is nine. and eleven is just cool. two ones! but i have never liked seven. i hated seven, even, for the longest time. and it actually kind of bothers me when its some peoples favorite number. because its so mean. i dont really know where i got this, but this is always how i've remembered a few of my addition principles. seven was always mean to the four, because four wanted to become twelve so much. seven only teased it by letting it get to eleven, but not twelve. THEN along comes stupid five, who thinks she's better than everyone else, and seven lets HER get to the eleven. then 8 comes into the picture, and was nice enough to allow four to become twelve. so its kind of like the mean and popular kids in the movies. the four is the nerdy girl, the seven the mean popular boy, the five the girl who always gets her way, the eight the nice boy who comes along and saves the day. i dont know why everyone wanted to be twelve, cuz i dont even like that number very much..but i dont like any of the numbers in the story much anyway. seriously though, i have known that story like someone taught it to me when i was three. all my life. who knows how kids make up these things?? i certainly dont, and i did it. but anyway. back to the numbers.
i really like it when they work. and by work i mean, in a license plate or something, when they add up, or are even the squares of each other. it makes me happy. lock combinations too. i dont think i could remember my locker combination if it didnt make sense to me mathematically. & i used to love my license plate dearly..but it had to be replaced. it WAS 4bzz329. 329!! three squared is nine! i loved it so much. & even two squared was four, but that was a stretch. and then with an ONOMATOPOEIA in the middle...BZZ..how could i not love it? it was beautiful..but then my car was called legally totalled and so i had to replace the license plate when we brought it back to life. :( then its name had to be changed. oh well. i guess i could get over it. but he will never be the same.
oh. this all stemmed from the fact that i now have 36 posts. (with this one, it is 37, but thats okay...i'll hit 49 soon)

& if anyone survived through that mumbo jumbo, congratulations. if it was at all understandable, you now have my nonsense. now that is something to celebrate.

its just one of those days

one of those days where i have no adgenda. nothing to do. no school to be done. although i do have some homework to be finished. but its a fabulous thing, laziness. i'm still in my pajamas. and its almost four oclock in the afternoon. i sat on the couch in a warm blanket and watched mamma mia. & the librarian. & bones. it rained. its cold. its been one FABULOUS day.

now for a shower...maybe.
:)

i've decided to make friends with my alarm clock

i realized this morning as i was laying in bed, fuming because my alarm clock had just gone off, and i was warm & cozy under my two comforters..i'm so mean. my poor alarm clock. he just wants to tell me the time and be helpful! he wants to wake me up so i can welcome the new morning and tell me that its a beautiful day! i've been physically abusive to him too..i think he now needs a name. i think i'll call him...jeremiah. my jeremiah. poor poor jeremiah. will he ever forgive me? after these four years of physical and verbal and mental abuse? i dont know that i can forgive myself even..he is only trying to help. tomorrow i will make it an effort to thank jeremiah when he goes off. and gently push the snooze button. five times. and thank him for encouraging me to get up and greet the brand new day. and go to seminary. at 5:50 in the morning. and i will be happy about it. :D

GOAL: when jeremiah goes off at 4:13 which is really 4:03, i will roll out of bed, thank him, gently push snooze, and roll back into bed. then repeat in ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. and another ten minutes. then when i look at the clock and the rush of adrenaline goes through me for thinking it is almost five, i will get up, run to the bathroom, and take a super quick shower, throw on some makeup, brush teeth, etc, etc, etc, and make it to seminary on time to lead the music & give devotional. FUNSIES.
just needed to peptalk myself into actually going through with it.

stupid alarm clock.

velociraptors

are pretty great.

however
if i were chained to a bunkbed with one of them?? i'm OUT in 38 seconds. && i definitely have proof.
I could survive for 41 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

Created by Bunk Beds.net

okay, so it was 38 seconds, but when i did the HTML the first time i did it wrong; then i went back and took the test again, & gained an extra 3 SECONDS! woooo.

ahah thanks jeff:)

i got into BYU-idaho!!

"you so totally rock!! ---DUUUDEEEE!!!" -crush.


but seriously. i GOT IN! not to be cocky or anything, but i was pretty sure i'd get into byui. not so sure about byu provo, which is what i really want, which is still pending...

but what i'm really excited about is going away to school!! i CANNOT wait. getting accepted into byui just means to me: getting out of cypress, CA. and going to school, by myself, on a campus that is spiritual as well as secular. its amazing! i just didnt wanna end up at cypress college...not that its a bad thing, but its just not the path i want to take.

it was soooo good to see those words on my application; "admitted. click here for additional instructions." AHHH. it was the BEST!

i love life:)

i almost died in disneyland.

well not really...just everything happened to prevent me from going to disneyland. [until later that night]
so heres the story. i drive to jeff's house, and he takes us the rest of the way..he lives pretty close, and he has a parking pass. so we get to disneyland, about to get in the lines, when i realize that i have left my disneyland pass in my car at his house. and my whole wallet. i called karina and asked her to get it. her mom had her car though, and she couldnt leave until she came back...which was an hour later. but she went over there, got it, then i called her to get my christmas shopping list for me too, and she got out of her car, grabbed it, then realized she locked herself out of the car. while it was running. she called her mom to come and unlock the car. it was embarassing. but we'll get over it. because i nearly died in disneyland. i'm sure of it.
and then...we had wayy too much fun.

the end.
:)

all i want for christmas is hugh jackman

man oh man is he gorgeous
and when he cries
its like a hole is ripping through my chest!
&& that australian accent!
ahhhhh.
that is ALL i want for christmas.

ps and by the way
go see australia. its amazing.

& on that note
karina and i found the best thing ever.
and started a new religion.
its called going to the movies every tuesday.
FOR THREE BUCKS.
yeah.
four star cinema.
every tuesday
3 bucks.
all day
all night.
its a beautiful thing. its the one in garden grove, by the bowling alley, for all you california peoples. you should hit it up too. man its GREAT. and our other religion now. yay! :)

mmkay. signing off. :)

its official

my ipod is dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.

funeral is tomorrow.
and i'm still wearing black.
out of grief.

how does one go on after a loss like that???
maybe this isnt so much greif
as withdrawls

i'll admit. i was addicted.
and now.
i wonder how long it will take me to get over it.
probably just...forever.
:(

i was gonna go to the ipod store.
but i called & they said i have to see a technician.
and i'm a chicken.
its my own fault.
and i accept the consequences.
sadly.

new favorite christmas story, made me cry

A Brother Like That

Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "Is this your car, Mister?" he asked. Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels. "I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that." Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my car?" "Oh yes, I'd love that." After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a shiny new car. But Paul was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about." Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said: "It is more blessed to give..."

& it was orange and chunky

crappy day. literally

it started off well. a cappella silent night in seminary, to which i was on time, and brother reed complimented me so sweetly. and everyone said they liked my hair, even though now i'm not so sure about it. and in chem the seating changed and i sit next to holly again and we are going to have a ball...but. then it turned south. [where does that expression come from anyway? whats wrong with the south?] chemistry test tomorrow that i forgot about, and forgot the book in my locker at school which i need for the homework and to study from. english i have to finish a big book and review it before next wednesday.
and then, walking to forensics, a BIRD crapped on me. in my hair, on my shoulder, IN my sweatshirt pocket, on my pants pocket, on my calf, and on my boot. and it was orange and chunky. it doesnt help that some asian girls were pointing as the crap fell and screaming. thanks. that really does a lot for me. point and scream nonsense in a language that i obviously can't understand and walk away after the fact. and THEN i had a headache. and then i had to take a make-up test in forensics that was ridiculous, and i got a C on.
DOUBLE-YOO TEE EFF??
and then mother was in a bad mood.
and we ALL know. if momma ain't happy, ain't nooooobody happy.

and. AINT THAT THE TRUTH.


thank goodness for psych. & monk.

& yay for failing chem tests tomorrow!
i heart failing!