HALLOWEEN

Tonight I filled in for Mr. F, who wanted the night off for Halloween. That's fucked up. I drove home thru Georgetown and there were people still in costumes. All these years I read about rich young, beautiful people and their parties and I never got to go. I was either working, studying, or stuck in my dorm/apartment because I had no rich, young beautiful friends. By the time I have enough money and free time there will be no single people my age.

HOW I SPENT MY SUNDAY

Couldn't sleep, went to 7 AM mass, stopped at Mac's for breakfast, at Krispy Kreme for donuts. Bought myself some candy at CVS and got carrots for the pigs at Whole Foods. Did a couple loads of laundry, got my hair cut, had dinner at China Cafe.

UNHAPPY ANNIVERSARY

Today is the second anniversary of my father's death. I feel like poo. When he died I pretended everything was OK. Believe it or not, I feel worse today.

PUBLIC SERVANTS ANNOUNCEMENT

Set your clocks back one hour at two AM tomorrow (Sunday).

WEEK 27

Two weeks until clinic. Two weeks and two mods until graduation. Instead of having our usual Friday quiz we had the graduation ceremony. At least three or four of my original classmates graduated and two won awards. At least one has taken her boards. That's encouraging.

BUMP DAY?

I seem to have hit a bump. Or a hump? Academically, financially, professionally, romantically. The question is, what do I do? Try to get out of it, running the risk of digging myself deeper into a hole? Hoping the bump will flatten itself out? Hoping a tow truck will arrive soon? Or even a guy on a camel?

ROLLING DEAD

MSN reports Danny Harold Rolling was executed in Starke today. As much as I oppose the death penalty, if there were a candidate for it he would be one of them.

North Central Florida is not a place to find a career or a man. Maybe if I had gone somewhere else to school I would not have to massage horny fat guys now.

MIDTERMS THE SEQUAL

Danny and I tied for first -- we both got 98.

MIDTERMS

Finally had midterms, but won't get our grades until tomorrow. About a week ago Al told us about the Chinese water torture test. Mom told Brian and me about it years ago. She compared it to dealing with Grandma. This is kind of the same thing.

After my last post I had another dream. I think it was Munich but there was at least one Wilmington person in it. I dream a lot about Wilmington. And Munich. And streets. And streetcars. And streetcar tracks.

I HAD A DREAM

Didn't go to church yesterday, slept about five hours, woke up about two hours ago. I dreamt I was in Wilmington. In a lot of my dreams Wilmington has kind of a "noir" look to it. I was at my old job and delighted to be there -- some of the other people who had left were back there, too. Then I was in a nice clean, white twin bed. I thought "this feels like a hospital bed. Am I in a hospital? Am I dreaming?"

DEAD WOMAN WALKING

Not to be confused with Dead Man Farting. Ziggy could not find a pulse in either one of my arms. I told her no one can. She called me a "walking dead woman." This is especially bad in hospital emergency rooms. My worst nightmare is that I will be found dead in a ditch and no one will be able to detect any vital signs. Ziggy suggests sitting up and saying "boo" and scaring the shit out of them.

PYE CHAMBERLAYNE DEAD

Former UPI correspondent Pye Chamberlayne died at his Virginia home this morning. He was 68. Ebbi was right -- I AM the most boring woman he ever met. Or at least the most depressing.

Did a talk on tarot tonight. Not sure how well I did, but I didn't get paid for it anyway.

WEEK 26

This mod is now half over, even though we haven't had midterms yet. Three weeks until clinic. At first I was concerned about being able to handle things intellectually. Then I worried about being able to handle it physically. Now I worry about being able to give a really GOOD deep-tissue massage to ensure big tips.

SHANA'S FATHER DEAD

Shana's father died. This is starting to sound like a deathblog again.

BACK TO SQUARE ONE

Well, the person who organizes our internships up and quit. So now I am back to square one. This probably means I can kiss the teaching hospital internship goodbye. Which means I will probalby end up interning for some crappy chiropractor in Darnestown whom nobody ever heard of. Or somewhere in Baltimore or Southeast DC where I will end up being knifed. I have to keep telling myself this is nothing I did wrong.

PAUL RICHARDSON DEAD

Phillies organist Paul Richardson died over a week ago. I knew him through his wife, Dee. I remember when Dee's first husband died and I was in the midst of various boyfriend crises. It seems like such a short time ago, even though it was over fifteen years ago that Lloyd died. Yet it seems like such a LONG time ago that I started school.

FOUR MONTHS

Four months until the last day of school. Actually it's a little less than that now.

OKAY, I ADMIT IT

I am a geek. We have cardboard and plastic skeleton decorations at work and I count the number of ribs, phalanges etc.

OH, OH, OH...

...to touch and feel very good velvet. A-hah." That's a mnemonic for the 12 cranial nerves. There are also 31 pairs of spinal nerves, 206 bones, 32 teeth and over 600 muscles in the human body. Fortunately I don't have to memorize all of them.

WEEK 25

This mod is one-third over. One month until clinic. We got our grades -- I still have an "A" average. Didn't do so well on the latest quiz but I was still the best. Al compared me to the tards. Wonderful.

COFFEE FOR THE WEARY

Went to bed at 3:30 AM, didn't fall asleep until 7:30, got up at 10:30. Dragged myself into Starbucks. The guy gave me my latte free, saying "you need this more than I do."

SOME ENCHANTED EVENING

Cousin Charles writes to Mom "X_____ looks very much like you did at her age. What's wrong with the young men that encounter her that they cannot see her beauty? Shame on them!!" I did a massage in the clinic and got a $6.00 tip and a favourable write-up. Al won a coupon for a free soft drink from Mac's and let me have it. I got a parking space directly in front of my building entrance and found I have enough bonus miles for a flight to Puerto Rico.

CURSE LIFTING?

Maybe after more than six years the afore-mentioned curse is finally lifting.

COLUMBUS DAY

We did not have work (at least I didn't) but we did have school.

In fifth grade our social studies book referred to Christopher Columbus as "a brave Italian." At least now people still agree he was Italian.

DOING SOMETHING NEW

This has nothing to do with massage, but I think I will go to the Waterford Fair today if I'm not too tired.

A GREAT COMPLIMENT

Uncle Joe has bookmarked my Mary Kay page. Don't think he's bookmarked my web site or any of my other blogs. He does not have a web page so I can't return the favour.

WEEK 24

Five weeks left in this mod. Five weeks until clinic. There was a bunch of stuff on this week’s quiz I swear we never went over in class.

Lizbeth is in clinic now and we have a new white person in our class. I am not the only white person anymore, but I am still the whitest.

MAKE-OVER FOR THE CURE

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. The Y-Hope Foundation is holding its Make-over for the Cure fundraiser tomorrow, complete with chair massages.

A MILESTONE

Since signing on as a Mary Kay consultant in August I have made $500.00 in retail sales.

STRESS RELIEF

The author of Metameat, from whence cometh the inspiration for this blog and my other blogs, offers some a tip for relieving stress. See the October 3rd entry.

BUSY

Evidently we have to have our reading asssignment, which is not supposed to be due until Friday, read by tomorrow. I am busy. Go read Pathways Magazine.

BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS

Cherry Icee.

THE GATE IS CLOSING

Yom Kippur begins at sundown tonight.