[Stratakus]'s diary
Written about Friday 2006-06-30
Written: (7283 days ago)
Totally random thought of the moment:
What would happens if some Door to Door Mormons (There are some that come to my street every couple of months) were at someones house half way through their pitch, and some Door to Door Jehovah's Witnesses showed up... and the family that the Mormons were talking to invited the Jehovah's Witnesses in to sit down in the living room... I think it would be awkward to an extreme... Especially if you turned it into a competition kind of like a Presidential Debate... Hehehe... Sure it might not seem funny to some people but if you put the Mortal Kombat theme in there and picture the two groups fighting, it is hilarious.
If I believed in hell, I would be very VERY worried about going there... until I realized I am so awsome that the dark lord of that place would see me and pledge his unwavering fealty to me... But enough rammbling. I need to go save my icecream from the freezer of [sevengem] before she goes through with her threat and eats it after I have left it there 3 trips in a row... Dumbass am I
So I come home to find the Magazine rack Ryan and I had found in pieces, broken pieces, with my punching bag laying over the debris on the basement floor. ryan had as much ownership as I did and we had aghreed it's future was to be our combined decision.. And then ryan tels me it was a group decision from the guys to destroy it. Yeah Ben, I feel really confident about renewing me lease here. I mean... There is so much respect for MY Property. Why is it my things that have to get destroyed for your need to destroy random things? Why don't you guys destroy your OWN things huh? Leave mine THE FUCK ALONE.
So there I was, walking home from Willie's after playing some D&D Minis, walking the 10 minute strip between our places and I see 2 people walking up the street. They're shorter than me, walking with fake limps and swinging their arms like they're Gangster, baggy pants, baggier hoodies, ballcaps pulled low. I cross the street to avoid them and also because I had to cross the road anyways to get to the side of the road my street is on, and they cross shortly after. I'm kind of tensing up because I don't trust people. Especially ones who are hiding their faces under hoods and hats after dark. They silently walk past me and before I can even breath a sigh of relief I feel a hand on my Right shoulder. I turn and from my left, one of them jumps beside me and nails me in the side of the face right next to my right eye with a hook, then the other one leaps around and takes another swing. They got 2 hits in each, I'm effectivly blinded because they got me with their knuckles in the eye so my vision is doubled, my contacts have slipped and frankly, I'm in to much shock to do anything. They don't even try to rob me. They just laugh and run off cheering. From their laughs and what I saw of their faces (Sunken in cheeks, shaggy hair and big noses. The normal look for just about every highschool thug wannabe around this city) it was enough for me to realize that the only way for me to describe these kids to the police is "Yeah. LEt's go to the mall and I'll point out about 300 possible people who look like and dress like the 2 that jumped me". So I got my baring straight, walked home, grabbed my Tonfu off the wall and went hunting for about an hour and a half up and down the possible streets they could have detoured to. After being unsiccesful, I went to Misty's because she was closer and stayed there for the night. There is no serious bruising aroudn my euyes but it is darker than usual under and along the sides of my eyes and it hurts to lay with my head on either side or even rub my eyes. I think I'll be keeping that Night Stick up my sleeve when walking alone after dark for a little while longer. I think ti's some moronic game the brats play. Go Out And Randomly Beat Someone For No Fucking Good Reason! What do they ened to do that for? Street Creds? Bah. I'm going to sleep now.
Mwahaha! Shinanagins getting me into even more trouble. It all started while we were waiting for Ryan to get home to play D&D. 2 hours later, he's still not home so we raid his room and stuff random things into condoms, like his pillow, depderant, a pylon (Don't ask), and his Mouse. After he fonally comes home 4 hours late, he finds the condoms and we proceed throing them at eachother for fun, then I run upstairs, throw it on the head of the reeloading sloppy loud obnoxious and feminazi girlfriend of [sadrx]s brother, then run for my life. She and he come downstairs and she's throwing a shit fit while I hide behind my door, they're screaming stuff about sexual harassment and they (20 year olds) call Ben's parents and Ben's brother is CRYING! Crying to mommy because a condom hit his girlfriend in te head. Ben just keeps telling them calmly to Call the police if they're so upset. I then make a sneaky dash for Ruyans room and hide in his clsoet for like.. 15 minutes while the ranting continues. Eventually I come out as the Feminazi who I so horribly victimized and her broken beaten and opressed manservent... I mean boyfriend... Proclaim they're not talking to Ben or me ever again and that they're going to stay in a hotel.
After laughing and making fun of situations where they actually DO call the cops (As they "Promised" they would) by walking around in nothing but a bathrobe and boxwers acting out exactly how I would answer the door. Purple bathrobe wide open, scratching/fon
Then we go upstairs to find out that the slobs have left a bunch of food laying out, made a mess of our livingroom (Pile of chicken bones and half eaten food) and using/quite possibly ruining a very expensive cookie sheet bought by one of the roomies to be used only for baking covered in chicken bones which they didn't clean up.
The moral of the story is:
CONDOMS ARE FUNNY!
Ah, Yahoo chat never fails me when I need a good laugh... a bunch of horny people and auto-messaging bots all saying the same thing "Look at my picture, show me yours, you're sexy, lets' chat!" All the while I sit there snickering wondering if it's even possible to reduce myself to their level of chat and join in. I have never done it... it's be like... trying to join the special olympics... Then again, people with disabilities make better company than the Yahoo chatters. I know, I've worked in a Physical rehab clinic and they have really nice people there who don't want to see my pic or private chat with me.
Written about Friday 2005-12-23
Written: (7473 days ago)
I found this online. I deemed it Hilarious:
Im Just as old as you want me to be.
But lets just say im "20".
Now, What do I look like?
Before or after im dressed up?
Well After,
I have long sexy red hair.
My long nails are painted red to match->
My almost see through slinkly little dress
I have on that barely
covers my ass.
Stilleto heals,
Deep green eyes,
Pouty lips,
Large, perky breasts
and a smile that STOPS TRAFFIC.
And BEFORE im dressed up?
Im .Bald.
And wearing Panties,
Sometimes my weenie sticks out.
Written about Thursday 2005-12-01
Written: (7495 days ago)
Soooo... here's a thought.
Some people think that if a guy sticks his penis into a womans vagina, but doesn't do much else with it but put it there and doesn't get off, than it's not really sex.
Does that mean if a girl puts it in her mouth and he doesn't get off, it isn't really a blowjob?
Or if it Goes in the ass even for a moment, it's called Butt Sex, but a few minutes in a vagina isn't concidered sex?
If the penis went in, the virginity went out. That's how I see it.
The Protector
You live your life with integrity, originality, vision, and creativity.
Independent and stubborn, you rarely stray from your vision - no matter what it is.
You are an excellent listener, with almost infinite patience.
You have complex, deep feelings, and you take great care to express them.
You would make a great photographer, alternative medicine guru, or teacher.
What the fuck is happening to my fucking computer?! First, Windows Media Player fucks out on me for no reason. One minute, I'm watching a movie then BLAM, an error message pops up saying there's an internal error, then after that, It just stops running all together, I can't even open it. Fine. I moved on to DivX.
All was well for awhile. Then something pops up on ym computer that keeps messing with Internet Explorers front page. Cleaning out my Spyware and Adware doesn't stop it from doing this. Fine. I move to Firefox.
Now this is the last straw. My fucking Firefox, in the middle of looking through some webpages, says it has to close down for because it's already running (?) so I shut down the page. Then is says I need to make a new profile. So I do. Then I realize ALL my bookmarked pages are gone. All 200 of the fucking things. I restart my computer and after that, Mozilla refuses to open! I click on it, and all I get is a 10 minute wait, and then a message saying This program needs to shut down to complete instillation.
Could someone tell me what the fuck is going on before I take an axe to this fucked up computer? It's already falling apart so to save myself the pain, I just wanna put this piece of shit out of it's misery.
No Viruses, No Adware, No Spyware on my computer, I didn't install anything new, this crap ust happens spontaniously, even while I'm running the program!
I tried to leave out any spoilers. Just names and concepts that are already introduced in the commercials are here. Nothing to ruin the plot.
I've been reading the entire script of Land of the Dead... It's nuts. I mean... Zombies are fecking using GUNS! First a rifle, then an Automatic, Plus using a knife to cut through a wall, and a jackhammer to destroy a stone wall. I'm only half done but geeze it's off. The zombies are to smart. First the fast Zombies from Dawn of the Dead, now the Smart ones? God damnit. This is more rediculous than scary. Next they'll be moaning Braaaaaaaains.
And all the zombie hunters have Code Names! Like Pilsburry for a fat sumo sized woman, Teahouse for a Chineman, Mouse for a guy with a rat face... It's like a cheezy DC comic book...
Speaking of Rats, there are Rat Zombies... RATS. How does a Rat become a Zombie? Eating Zombies? I've aways read that animals won't eat a Zombies flesh and Zombies will leave animals alone.
And finally, the Damned things show Emotions. Like using one of their guns to shoot a flaming zombie out of pity, or looking surprised, or looking curious or confused... God I can't take it anymore...
Hey check it out. A friend of my brothers' who I went to highschool with is on Canadian Idol.
http://www.ctv
Zombies
My worst fear ever is zombies. They haunt my dreams, they haunt my imagination, if I watch a zombie movie they haunt my reality. The thought of an unthinking, shambling mound of death moving towards me with the intent of eating me alive just makes me want to curl into a ball and die... yet here I go thinking up a movie idea to make for fun... With Zombies as the basis! It's not a new idea I'm sure. Anyone who's ever owned a camp and has an imagination will have thought of this I'm sure. But This is my take on it...
It's one of those movies seen through the eyes of a video camera, first person view the whole time with the camera occasionally being passed back and forth from person to person so the camera guy can do some stuff. It's all innocent to begin with. In typical Blair Witch fashion, the first half hour is dedicated to building the plot and character of the 6 young adults. It documents the arrival at the parking space from isnde the car, the little treck through the woods to get to the secluded cabin overlooking a lake.
But set more in the summer time or fall, without the snow.
The film stops as the cameraman has to carry some stuff and restarts outside the camp looking around at the scenery, then into the camp where everyone is having a jolly good time getting set up. Camera stops again as they decide to go for a canoe trip.
The camera restarts from the shore showing 3 of the people canoeing aroudn in the little cove and then someone from off screen asks "Who's that" and the camera looks a little ways down the lake into the woods and someone wearing hunters orange is moving along the shore then disappears into the woods while the cameraman tries to get a better look. Someone says it's probably just a hunter and al is good. The guys come back in from the lake and tie up the canoe to a stump, bringing one end a little ways out of the water. Camera cuts off.
Camera resumes with people sitting around eating, talking about stuppid stuff, music playing. Camera goes out to the porch, looks around, comes back in, camera gets turned off.
After Dark, the camera resumes, people sitting around drinking, jokes flying around, eventually someone anounces that it's time to break the seal. Exit player. More conversation goes on for about 2 minutes then someone comments that it's taking the other one a long time to take a leak so Camera guy and someone else decide to go investigate. They head into the woods with a flashlight and the camera and find their friend laying on the ground. They rush to the persons side and then hear moaning in the woods and the flashlight catches a few shapes lumbering towards them. They try to grab their fallen friend but the friend turns over to reveal blood covering his/her face and letting out a horrible shreak, starts to get up. The 2 run back to the camp in a panic, running inside and slamming the door and locking it, then screaming for the other 3 to start barricading the windows and door that can be reached from the ground. Camera off.
Camera returns with the furniture piled against the door, and the beds upturned against the windows. There is no noise from outside yet, but the guysd are paniced, trying to sort out whats going on, and trying to get over the fact that one of their friends is dead. Tension is rising and they're snaopping, to much confusion. One of them is thinking of making a run for the lake and the canoe. Someone gets up to look out the window and see if the zombies are still out there. He sits down again reporting that he saw nothing then a pounding starts comming from the back rooms, like something trying to get in the windows. They run out to the deck, which is to high for anything climb up and look aroudn the corner and catch figures at the door of the camp, pressing against it and pawing at the door. More moans are in the woods. One guy says he'll get to the canoe and canoe down to the road at the other end of it and go get help, leaps the railing, drops the 9 feet to the ground and runs down to the canoe. All the camera sees is him make it half way there and then a zombie reaches out and grabs him from behind a stump. Screaming then silence. The guys still alive start screaming and run back into the cabin. You see the cameraguys legs start to slide over the edge of the porch and the camera shuts off.
Camera resumes, one or more guys are crying and the ones who arent't just sitting there. Basiclly all hope has been lost. They're trying to figure out how long they can hold out in here and hope for daylight. Crashing comes from one of the side rooms and there is a scramble to the room, poker, hatched, axe and canoe paddle drawn but the bed is in the way so nothing can get through the window. Moaning is comming in loudly from outside. Someone starts freaking out that they have to get out of there. A Plan is formed that they're all going to run together. Hit the ground running and swinging weapons. The cameraman is handed the hatchet and told to keep filming because if they make it they'll need proof and if they don't people will have to know what happened to them. They head to the porch and camera guy shuts off the camera.
It restarts seconds later as he hits the groundand the others jumping down beside him, some with flashliights along with weapons. There's malot of moaning and screaming, one of the guys twists his ankile and another guy rushes to his aid, managing to get him half way down to the canoe and then they're both heard screaming and the camera guy turns around to see them being surrounded. The other survivor ushers the cameraman into the canoe and pushes it off from the shore starts paddling like mad. The whole time the camera showing zombies lining the shore, all looking like hunters in orange. some of them start wading into the waterbut eventually they get so far out in the lake the shore isn't clearly visible in the flashlight. Just the dotted light of the cabin and that's all. The other guy is crying at the other end of the canoe and pukes over the edge. The camera guy decides to shut down the camera.
The camera starts again with the sun somewhat up, he calls out for his companion who doesn't answer. The camera looks back at the camp and then at his friend, and focuses on a bloody bite mark on his shoulder. He screams a curse as his sleeping friend stirs, blue lipped, eyes rolled back in his head and the camera falls into the canoe, a blood curdling scream and the camera battary dies.
Writing tis scared me to death... And I know it's cliche but my god this would be the funnest and scariest thing ever for me to take part in...
MAssage Clinic was so dead tonight. I only had one client then 3 hours sitting around being bored so I took out my note pad and scribbled down some stuff. Here's the most mentionable of them... I was bored. Seriously. I wanted to make myself laugh and indeed I did.
Yo my name is Joey
And I'm Super Freaky Fly
My Rhym'll come an' kick you
where the sun don't shine
I'll give your mom a humpin'
'Mmake your daddy cry
And when I'm about to finish
I'ma Jack off in his eye
No Playas dare to step up
To a Hata big as I
Cause I'd shove a Big Old Dildo
So far down his throat He'd die
My porn stash is only described
as F.E. Nomenal
I gots Girl on Girl and some
Who'll fuck an Animal
I make little Kiddy's cry
Wit Awfulk shit I say
But if they dare talk back to me
They'll wind up on eBay
My Muthafuckin mission
should be plain for all to see
To offend every Momma
Daddy
Son
So Disrepectfully
All spelling errors intentional in typical rap fashion
... So yeah. I kinda read this off to one of my class mates and she just kinda stared at me. Then I walked away laughing to myself. I rule.
Written about Thursday 2005-04-14
Written: (7726 days ago)
And the animals no longer run this Zoo. Time for the wrath of a passive agressive jackass in sheeps clothing to be unleashed. Ashton is still being loud, Charlene is still HERE even though she was supposed to leave earlier today. That makes 3 loud people in the livingroom who don't belong in the house let alone the basement after midnight... I'm just trying to supress the urge to laugh... it's so hard to bring out the demon in me when the giggly giddy partof me is overjoyed with this power.
My word is Law, My 365$ a month rent has been reduced to 300$, Ryan gets to move into the biggest room in the house for only 10$ increase to his rent. All because Anaes says we are the ideal tenants in this house.
Now how to approach this... should I just walk out and turn off the TV and livingroom lights?... it seems like the most amusing option since none of those brats belong here... we shall see... 5 minutes until I make my move. I'll update tomorrow.
Victory is Mine!
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Stewie says it best!
The Bitches Are Evicted
Last night was the last straw. at 1:30, the TV and the CD player and the loud talkers were yacking away in the room next to me and whenh I aked for silence, I got a full refusal saying that they weren't being that loud... Loud enough for me to hear their stupic conversation about Hot or Not?
So after school today I went to the Land Ladies office in the Canadian Cultural Association and had a long talk with her. She seemd a bit annoyed to be pulled out of work but after a few mins she softened up to my plight. Aparently there have been many outside complaints about the noise from our house, and the fact that the two girls that make the most noise never pay their rent on time and throw big parties when the lease states no parties.
Both these girls are big into getting drunk 24/7 and doing hard drugs on the weekends. Both of the bitches Are Pregnant. Last weekend was one of their birthday parties and at 10:30, after my roup had left for D&D, the neighbors called the Landlady with a complaint about the noise and Anaes called to tell the girls to kick out the guests, there were no parties allowed in that part of the city. They obviously didn't listen because when my friends and I got home we had to step around drunk people on the floors. So now it's over... there is so much I could say from them from the piles of dishes they expect Ryan to clean, to putting Rotten Food infront of his door. Then there's the loud talking on school nights, the music bring turned up so high that I can't hear the TV in the basement over their one Dance Mix that they play on repeat for hours on end.
Their both crying upstairs... Normally I don't like hearing girls cry but when they brought my wrath upon them...
It's AAAAALL Good!
I Rule. It's a fact. I rule so much I make children cry!
On my way home from school some little snot nosed 8 (Give or take) year old said I was a freak. Normally I'm passive, but it's a nice day and I hate ignorance. Especially from people who don't even know what the words they say mean. So here's how it went down:
Kid On Sidewalk by Elementary> Freeeeak
Me, Tall, Black Clad, Ultimately Awsome and Modest> So what? You smell.
Kid> I do not!
Me> Yeah you do. I can smell you from here.
Kid> You're lieing
Me> Nope. You seriously stink. I bet your mom and dad think you stink too
Kid> No thay don't! I took a bath today!
Me> Nah, your parents probably hate you because you smell so bad.
Kid> I DON'T STINK!!! WAAAAH!
If you can't even dish it out right, you Certainly Can't Take It.
Oh yeah, Earlier that day, in typical me fassion, I asked a pregnant girl if a Baby is concidered a Perasite, an STD or a Malignant Growth. The question was simply made because I said I'm glad I can't get pregnant because Parasites and things growing in my body frighten me to a phobia style preportion.
Written about Monday 2005-04-04
Written: (7736 days ago)
The Quest For Wrestlemania 21!!!
So show of hands, how many of you have ever seen a buddy movie? Now, how many of you have ever LIVED a buddy movie? THis might sound lame but tonight, despite everything going wrong, was one of the coolest nights ever. Because I got to share this insanely unfortunate life with some of my best friends.
I woke up bright and early, (At 1PM), all gung ho about making pizza to feet 10 people because I was ordering Wrestlemania!!
We hung out, played videogames and listened to a Prison Bitch song, then piled into Em's car again and went down the street (5 minute drive), only to sit there for 20 minutes while a bunch of incompetant old farts tried to figure out how to order the PPV... I will not go into the stupidity... they thought the 21 in Wrestlemania 21 was the code to order the event... so after 20 minutes, they gave up and we called Adam's to once more talk him into hosting Wrestlemania 21. No dice. He's a wank. CHosing videogames and Creepy Scotty over his best friends from Highschool! Joel's parents were also refusing to let us watch it at his place because of the JUNOS!!! ~Gag~...
Beaten and low, we headed back to Emily's (5 minutes back), staying in relativly good humor, laughing and joking around, guzzling her gas in the neverending quest for Wrestlemania 21. We got to her house and decided to call the local city Sports Bars to see if any of them were showing it. Joel must have tried 12 different bars before the last one on the list, one we had previously thought was a gay barn (Turns out it wasn't) was hosting it on Satalite. Now by this time, Wrestlemania was an hour into it, and we had already missed the Eddie vs Mysterio match, and I'm guessing as we spoke, the 6 man ladder match was in progress (Edge won). We all piled into Em's car yet again! Laughed and joked the whole 20 minute drive into town, Tossing aroudn our filthy language at eachother, all in good humor. Now, all day long it had been cloudy, and rainy, so when we got to the bar, the signal was crapping out every 10 minutes! We sat down, I ran into a teacher... which is strange in a bar setting. But then again, there were only about 10 people there. We got in just in time for the Undertaker to kick Orton's ASS! but the screen kept fritzing on us... Myeeeeh... Drinks all around except for me and Joel. I ordered 15 dollars worth of spicy chicken wings. Mmm First food all day if you don't count some Doritos. Christy Hemme lost to Trish. Big surprise. The Sumo Match between Akibono (Achy Boner) and Big SHow was pretty cool... but the Sumodiapers give me nightmares. Ryan suggested the salt in the ring is to ward off the evil spirits that the Sumo's toot out when they do that squat. Yeah... we're respectful of other cultures. Hehehe. Big Show lost, but not after listing the 500 pounder Sumo dude off his feet.
During the Shawn Micheals/Angle match, the conversation aroudn the table went to the 5 of us (Em, Joel, Me, Willie and Ryan) all living in the same house. I think it'd be cool, but I'll believe it when I see it. Angle won that one with a wicked ankle lock that he caught when Micheals attempted a Sweet Chin Music.
The convo continued into the Cena/JBL match but that match kept crapping out on us. Cena won and it kept freezing on him in the worst facial expressions possible. It was amusing but irritating. After the match, the satalite quit for 10 minutes and we missed the entrence of HHH. We saw Batista enter but the entire match was dne almost like a photo slide with choppy sound. I was pissed but in good company and that's all that mattered. The last few minutes were looking horrible for Batista, but I'm assuming he came back because when the satalite worked for a few seconds, we got to see him pinning HHH, and on the 3rd count, it froze so we didn't see if HHH kicked out or not. Silence filled the bar... Then we saw the crowd cheering in a still frame. Woot! Batista won! ... but the entire celebration was shitty and the satalite stopped working over and over and over. Finally we got up and left, Ryan and I got dropped off and thus ended the best worst day ever.
It's 3am, I have school tomorrow, Spel chek kan kis ym azz
I havn't done anything spontanious and odd lately... I was kind of hopeing my next random act of weirdness would involve Ashton's blood and the final silence in the house afterwards, but alas, I'll have to do with this. Over Easter Break, I saw my brother and my Dad with their shirts off. I am from a family of Sasquatches! I have never seen how hairy I get... I shave about once a week to keep my chest hair and stomach hair at bay. Also I am lucky enough not to have the full body oozing acne my younger brother has from his hockey equipment so I should be good to go. I think starting today, since Claire isn't here to stop me, and nobody else really cares, and we'll no longer be removing shirts in Massage Techniques class, I'm going to stop shaving my stomach and chest. My back is smooth and bald, and my shoulders only have a few hairs.
Now, as it stands, my chest hair is light brown, and my stomach hair is light brown but getting blacker as it turns to the center. Below the belt... Same color as on my head. I want to know once and for all if I'm going to be a damned Sasquatch when I get older. My legs and thighs already say Yes since I don't shave them (Leg Hair Provides Warmth), but I'm lucky enough to have very light brown hair on my legs so it doesn't show up as much. Anyone who knows me well knows I hate my body hair. It's itchy and just in general not good looking. I look in the miror, I see body hair, I go Eww. That's about it. So I'm going to see how I'll end up. As far as I can tell I have a diamond of hair on my chest, then it kind of turns into a thin line trailing down to above my belly button and then spreading out like the bottom of a whine glass. ... Hehe.
Now I am forced to ponder... is this spontanious... or Just Lazy.
Ryan (Strat's Roster) unwittingly gave me a vent for my frustration. He called me up from work and said he's getting off at 6:30 and I'm to meet him in the aprk to play aroudn with the padded weapons. he doesn't yet know my need to seriously kick someones ass. Double Medium Sword combo vs his Two Bladed Sword... and a whole lot of snow. Nah.. I'll be good to the guy. I'll only bruise him up a little. But the bruising is the best way to get rid of some anger. It's not painful, I'm kinda looking forward to a good competition. Maybe I'm a bit Masichistic. According to some other people there isn't enough padding on the weapons and I've almost gotten a black eye and did some damage to my finger and in general got a whole bunch of other sores but they help me cool down. Then afterwards, since the Sun still goes down at about 7:30 so we'd only be playing for an hour tops, we can plan how I'm going to get rid of Ashton and Mindy... I'm thinking Spiders, throwing Honey in the dryer with their cloths and doing a repeat of the Twisted Demented Shampoo of Doom I pulled on Gurp back in early 2003... the Turkey Fucker desirved it I tell you!
I failed 4 Exams. 4 fucking exams... Each one failed was after a night of fighting with my roomies to shut up and let me get some sleep or sleeping in a quiet roomies bedroom after giving up the fight at 2am... I'm not putting up with this any more. Each rewrite is 25$ that I don't have. I thought I did good on the exams. 72% means something. It means that I only needed 1 more correct answer to pass. ONE Fucking ANSWER! I'm not rewriting all of them. I did get a 92% on my Overall Techniques Exam. Lost marks because my finger went under the sheets when doing the pec massage. It's not my fault the girl they paired me up with had breasts that went up to her chin when she was laying on her back. It was go under the sheets a little or have her whole tit hanging out... And I had to kneel for alot of that exam which I guess is bad for my knees but the fooking tables aren't high enough for me. The onyl one I feel the need to rewrite is the Techniques (Which has nothing to do with the Tehcniques mark I just walked about) part of the OSCE which I failed because when undraping, the judge saw something exposed that wouldn't have been concidered exposed if I had been alone with the client. I was asleep through most of that exam (It was a practical exam, 6 stations, 10 minutes each, 3 minutes between each to prepare)... I'll retake the Practical Exam, I can make up for the 72% in the others next simester... after my report card... god fucking damnit... Hopefully I did goot enough with my Neutrition mark to bring up my Bio to a pass, and my Arthro presentation was 100% so that could bring my mark up some as well... Written Clinical... well I'll just push harder for next simester. 75% is a pass but I want to do better than just pass. I probably failed the Cardiac Anatomy test today too. I was woken up last night after midnight by Techno music comming from upstairs or next to me...
Ashton and Mindy, the fucking Bitchsluts (They really are, it's not just an insult it's a fact) feel the need to blare their music loud enough to be heard all over the house. I asked them to turn it down and Midny, being the Queen bitch and a spoiled priss mouthed at me saying she could have the music as loud as she wanted in her room. No arguing with her. She has it in her heads that her rights to listen to her music as loud as she wants (Which violated the lease... then again half the stuff she does violates it) are more impo0rtant than my NEED to study... I'm hoping this gets settled soon.
I can't believe I failed by 1 mark each!
Written about Thursday 2005-03-17
Written: (7754 days ago)
It's funny how going to a school dealing in physical problems can reveal just how messes up ones body is.
So far I've figured out that I have:
Weak Rhomboid Muscles: These muscles run like ^ between your shoulder blades and help you pull back. And can be strengthened by rowing or laying on your stomach with oen arm hanging over the edge of a table or bed and letting your arm hang down, then lifting your arm out straight while holding a light weight.
Tight Scalenes: Among othe neck muscles, I can only flex my head to the Left half as well as I can to the Right.
Thoracic Outlet Symdrom: Holdin my arm at certain angles will actually cut off blood flow to my arm because of my tight neck muscles pinching off the arterys and veins.
Fibrosing Erector Spinae: Running my the lower part of my spine it feels like there's straw and not muscle under the skin. It's only on the left side and kind of burns.
And we havn't even gotten to the lower body yet.
Oddly enough, I've got ideal posture compared to today's norm of hunched over teens feigning angst, or hip hike like those wankers who wear their pants so low they can't use their upper legs to walk since the pants are belted around the middle of their thighs. Oh well, when your heads migrate to your chest and your knees become fused together, I'll be standing tall and laughing.