Time To Brainstorm Snappy Titles Again. . .I'm Running Low.

My first week of summer vacation has been deliciously lazy. These are the highlights.

MC's 19th Birthday was last Thursday, and a group of us went out to celebrate it with her. It was a lot of fun, and I got to meet some of her new friends, as well as reconnect with old ones.

All but one of my away-for-school friends are home! I get to see them tonight and again on Sunday, and I'm honestly so excited. I even baked cookies ;)

And tours start on the Silva this Saturday! Note the hours I am working: 8am to 9pm. That is 13 hours of tourist-y goodness (which, if I'm being truthful, is more hours than I'm usually awake on any given summer day). I'm psyched.

Finally, I finished another painting. I will take a picture later. Because I have exhausted my daily allotment of productivity and now I'm going back to being lazy.

Pretend It's A Colour. Then You Can Blame It On Crayola.

If you don't find this funny. . .I guess my brother and I just have a weird sense of humour.

This Is Going To Be An Awesome Summer.

Hello all. Did I mention I got the job? THE job? As in my dream job? I didn't? Whoops.

I am now officially a deckhand on the tall ship Silva.

Here's a rundown of my first day:

I got stuck in a too large survival suit which made me look like a cross between a teletubby and the Michelin Tire Man.

The other new deckhand and I had to raise the anchor by hand. Twice.

I had to contort myself into weird shapes in order to get primer into each nook and cranny. I got said primer in my hair and on my hands.

Capt. D told my to use cooking oil to get it off, but I'm pretty sure he was just screwing with me because it didn't do much except make me greasy.

And today I felt like I was run over repeatedly by a steam-roller with anger management issues.

Conclusion: I LOVE MY JOB!!!! :)

Here's the Silva:

Treading Water.

Feeling a little melodramatic now. . .    :)

1) Studying pays off.

2) Grandma's out of the hospital and back in her own home.

3) The tall ship people left me a message today. I'm to call them back tomorrow. I might have a job!!! O.O

4) I have a place in rez next year.

5) The double exams went as smoothly as could be expected.

6) The virus has been dominated. Thank you Malwarebytes.

7) Found out the geology field trip was optional.

8) Still oh so secure in my choice of major.

This Road Is Now A Sudden Sea.

Most. Stressful. Week. Ever.

1) You must study like mad all week.

2) Your grandmother's in the hospital to get a tumor removed from her lung.

3) Oh, and you have an interview for your dream job.

4) Grandma has a set back in recovery (she's fine now).

5) There was a problem with the system and, unknown to you, your rez application didn't go through so you might have to live at home next year.

6) Two (that's right, TWO) exams on the same day.

7) Imma hack YOU!!!!! (Computer virus)

8) Surprise! Geology field trip on Saturday! You don't even get the weekend off!

9) Add to that a crises of faith surrounding your choice of major. Geology or Biology??? And your Geo professor is not helping, because he is very persuasive and obviously wants you to take Geology. In the end you stick to Bio anyway.

And people wonder why I have issues with anxiety.

How I Know I'm Not Rasputin.

I'll be the first to admit that I never paid enough attention in History class in high school. In fact only two things really stuck with me.

1) Trotsky was assassinated in Mexico with an icepick of all things. Hmmm, I wonder who was responsible for that...?

2) Rasputin was one tough bastard. Zoned out in that lecture? Read about his death here and learn.

As you now know, it would probably take a truckload of horse tranquilizers to phase that fellow. However, when I took two Non-Drowsy Buckley's Cough Cold & Flu tablets (that's the recommended dosage), I was out like a light. This was my first clue. Half a gravol does it to me as well.

I have a very low tolerance for cold medication, clearly. When I was twelve I took two cold pills and was high as a kite for the rest of the afternoon. I seem to remember believing I could predict the future. Apparently it was hilarious.

So yes. I am not Rasputin.

I could be Wile. E. Coyote though.

A Slinky, A Slinky, It's Fun For..Well, Pretty Much Everyone Right?

My dog Winnie discovers the magic of a Patrick Star slinky:

Their eyes meet for the first time.

OHMYGOD PATRICK, YOU CAN FLY! (Don't land on me please!)

Are you dead? You're not breathing...

Wheee! You're streeeaaaatchy!

My Patrick Star slinky. NOM.

Checking In.

What's new with me? Nothing much. Classes are wrapping up and labs are finished. I have my first exam this week. The situation is about as serious as an outbreak of small pox on Wall Street. Hence, why I have been AWOL for the better part of a week.

In other news, my father is doing his best to grow a moustache (I know you were wondering). It seems to me to be a case of "just because you can, doesn't mean you should". But he's happy.

I am, however, plotting to shave it off in his sleep if it isn't gone by summer. Beware, facial hair. I'm coming for you! >:)