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Monday, February 27, 2006
Getting My Ass Kicked
Click on the picture above for the full effect. That is just one diagram.....from one 25 page chapter....which is one of 10 chapters we have to know for our test.....tomorrow.

Good Lord. I mean, I have been studying for awhile and I feel pretty comfortable with all the material, but seriously, look at that picture. That is utterly fucking ridiculous.

Wish me luck on my first Physiology test of the semester...tomorrow morning at 7:30 AM.

Current mood: sore throat
Current noise: professor talking about a 2 compartment model of the body
Friday, February 24, 2006

Decorating eBay Style
I bought some stuff on eBay to decorate my apartment's front room. One was a Stewie Griffin poster, since he should be a national hero. I mean, he is the ultimate cartoon character. What more could you want than a supremely evil, awesomely intelligent, and amazing witty infant that tries to kill his mom? Seriously. Hail Stewie!!!

I bought some stuff off eBay earlier in the year (some posters and stickers) for my room. Included in that are an Everclear poster, an Alien Ant Farm poster, a Sugarcult poster, a Green Day poster, X-mas lights, and an Avenged Sevenfold sticker. So my apartment and room are decked out now.....pimped, if you will.

Fun Times With Twister
My roomie and I had some people over tonight to play games and we went back to grade school and played Twister. I lost in the finals, but what can ya do? I was up against Big Chris, the gargantuan Greek God semi-mortal man. But here's a pic of me and Katie (above- duh).

This is Big Chris bumpin' and grindin' on the guy in front of him. The expression on his face is utterly priceless. Ha.

In All Seriousness
So my roomie might decide to flake out on me for our housing situation this next year. His girlfriend, Katie Z., has a cat at her house in Boise. Her mom gave her an ultimatum to take the cat to school with her next year, including summer school. My roomie, Chris, is going to try to get a job in the summer at a pharmacy around here in Pocatello. So they are planning on leaving together over summer, but the main reason for that is the damn cat. I guess Katie Z.'s mom is tired of taking care of the whiny, old cat and wants Katie Z. to have it until it dies.

So she is making my roomie move in with her for the next year so he can help care for the cat and be with her. The original plan was for my Katie and Katie Z. to live together next year in the same apartment complex as me and Chris, but I guess Katie Z. doesn't want my Katie living with a kitty? I mean, I realize that they can't live in campus housing with a cat, so why not just plan to move off campus and live together and not fuck with my situation? I know that sounds selfish and it is. Why should I have to change my life for someone else's old decrepit cat? I don't think my roomie is real enthusiatic about moving in with Katie Z. I know my Katie would like to not have to request a roomie, and have to live with a stranger. So why fuck with everyone else's plans to please an old cat?

Oh well. I shouldn't bitch. I'm a guy, not a bitch. I did manage to line up another roomie next year in the fall. He's another pharmacy So I guess I will be living with a guy named Dane. He's pretty cool, so it should work out.

Phresh Pharmacy Meat
Walking through the pharmacy halls this last week, I saw some people in suits, other fancy clothes, and name tags. It took a second for it to register in my frazzled, pea-sized brain what was going on. Then it hit pharmacy students going for interviews!!! Woohoo! God, I felt so relieved that I did not have to go through that stuff again. That was one of the most nerve-wracking days of my life. Now, seeing younger students (and some older, but new to pharmacy) going in for interviews, I felt old. I felt superior to their phreshmen asses, like I knew something that they didn't. One thing it reminded me of too: I am one year closer to being a pharmacist in practice than those people. Ha. Sweet. Also, after this year I won't be the lowest rung on the totem pole: P1. I will be at the mid-level P2. Whew.

So in case you are wondering what that abbreviation means and the picture is about, it stands for gastroesophageal reflux disease. That means the failure of the esophagus to prevent stomach acid and stomach contents from coming back into the respiratory passages and such. This leads to heartburn. Not every case of heartburn is due to GERD, since spicy food and fatty food can cause it by itself, as well as laying down too soon after eating. But reoccurring cases of heartburn can be attributed to GERD usually. And lately, at least twice a week, I've had some class 1 ass-kicking heartburn. In case you have never felt heartburn, it's not pleasant. It feels like someone lights a fire in the area of your lungs and then it slowly spreads upward, towards your heart, consuming all living tissue in its path and growing in strength. Also, the acid (hydrogen ions) can cause horrible problems in your throat and such, so treatment is necessary. I need to go to the doctors and get a PPI (proton pump inhibitor, stops the production of excess stomach acid). Or I guess I could just buy the OTC PPI (over the counter proton pump inhibitor is Prilosec OTC).

But what's weird about my whole deal with my possible case of GERD is that it started when we started a case study (where we take a real life situation that actually occurred and analyze it to see how we would change meds to avoid interactions, provide the best treatment, and do so at the lowest cost). The case study involved a woman who was suffering from severe GERD among many other, even more serious medical problems. Now, I know when you study psychology, you can read about the conditions and start thinking that you have the conditions you read about. But I wonder if it's possible to give myself GERD by reading a lot about it and learning about it? I really doubt it. I really do. But it is a weird to make you think.

Current mood: sitting on the floor, "enjoying" my heartburn
Current music:
Wednesday, February 22, 2006

This will make sense later......................

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome To High School
In my Introduction to Pharmacy Practice and Literature class, we cover a ton of topics, like giving shots, taking blood pressure, learning how to use pharmacy search engines, pharmacy books (not easy, believe me), and a ton of other crap. It's kind of a catch-all, miscellaneous subject class. I like it, since it focuses on the practical side of pharmacy and not so much on science. But right now, I feel like shooting myself in class.

We're covering Statistics. And we're going more slowly than we did in AP Statistics in high school. I didn't think that was possible, considering the amount of dumb people in my high school Stats class. But here, I just got proved wrong. The people in my class are blown away by z scores, the basic principle of Stats. Seriously folks. It's not that hard. You're making it way too difficult. People feel that they need to interpret the hell out of the data first, then try to use Excel to do all the Stats functions. OK.....first of all, you put shit in the calculator, run 1 Variable Stats and it gives you everything you could ever need to know. And if you need to know more, there are other programs for that. Secondly, you interpret data after you run the tests. God, I swear, these people scare the living poop out of me. I don't know if I want them to be pharmacists or not if they can't calculate a z score.

Cooking Up A Storm
I have made a couple good things lately in the kitchen. Here are the recipes for the them (one is a cheesecake and the other is for a ravioli dish):

Countin' The Days
So when is everyone's spring break? Just taking a wild ass stab in the dark here, but I bet it's different than mine. I get home on March 11th (Saturday) and leave on March 18th (Saturday). I don't have any crazy spring break plans, except for petting my sweet little orange kitty and playing golf, maybe playing pocket pool too.

I just hope the weather here lets me take off and land in the rubber band powered airplane. I really don't want to hang out in the Salt Lake City Airport for hours upon hours. :( And I really would not enjoy having to spend the night there. That would be sheer and utter torture.

So Very Wrong....Not To Mention Morbidity
I was walking through the halls of the pharmacy building the other day, when I saw a funny announcement on the white board. Now, the white board is typically used for meetings, guest speakers, and EPE hours notifications, but someone added their own note:


I know it's wrong, and I know that the black poodle was probably someone's treasured pet, but that's funny. I think it was the wording that cracked me up, so don't think I aim for poodles in my truck. Although poodles are pretty useless dogs.

Current mood: ready for bed after a long day of class and studying
Current music:
Friday, February 17, 2006
Say This In A Baby-Talk Voice

That Seems Pointless

It's Frickin' Freezin', Mr. Bigglesworth

So there has been a cold spell recently here. It was 2 degrees Fahrenheit the other morning when I went to class, but with the wind chill figured in, it felt like -17. What the F?!?! How can it possibly be that cold? How can there be that great of a lack of heat in the city of Pocatello?

We went to watch "The Weatherman" last night and upon leaving, we had to walk back to Katie's apartment. During the walk, I noticed something weird going on in my nose. When I would breathe in, my nose would feel tight. I would try to wrinkle my nose up or something and I could feel my nose hairs rip out. I realized that my nose hairs were freezing due to the condensation created by my breath. It was strange to have my nose hairs freeze....inside my nose.... You would think that my body heat would keep know....not frozen?

Yes, I Wipe My Ass With It

Katie and I went to Wal-Mart today to buy groceries. I walked down the aisle containing the pickles and such, and encountered about an 18 year old girl shopping with her mother and younger sister. I had to get something from the aisle, so I had to wait on them to move. While standing there, I listened to the 18 year old.

She picked up a pickle jar and said "I want these pickles, but I don't like this packaging. It's so......" and she trailed off.

OK, what the fuck? She didn't have a problem with the paper and the design on the paper on the glass jar. But what she did have a problem with was the glass jar. Umm.....OK. Do all pickles not come in glass jars? Is that not a standard practice? Also, isn't that how pickles are made? Don't you have to use a glass jar to seal cucumbers in and pickle them? What a dumbshit.

But now to deal with the title of this portion of the entry. I had to buy toilet paper today, since I will be running low fairly soon and I don't enjoy wiping my ass with newspaper. That just makes the paper all crinkly, brown, and hard to read.

Well, I grabbed a 24 pack of butt-wipers and threw them in my cart. As I pushed my cart through the store, I felt like I had eyes on me non-stop. Seriously people, have you never seen anyone purchase toilet paper? It seemed like they were all thinking stuff like:

"Oh my God, how gross. I bet he wipes his butt with it!" (I believe that is the purpose of it)

"Wow, that's a lot of toilet paper. He must have some nasty, wet, chunky diarrhea!" (It's easier to buy more at once, numbskull)

"Maybe he is going to use it to vandalize a house. He looks shifty and punkish." (OK, just because I was wearing a Sugarcult shirt- you can kiss my ass. And maybe I will TP a house....yours, bitch!!!)

"Ha ha toilet paper! He's buying toilet paper! *Giggle*" (At least I have the money to buy toilet paper, you cheap ass redneck).

Maybe I was just imagining things, but I swear people were really noticing the fact that I was buying toilet paper. Is it that abnormal? Should I feel weird buying it? I mean, I would feel weird if I was buying a PleasureMaster UltraVibe Rocket 6000, extra anal lube, a box of tissues, and some Peeps. But toilet paper is an everyday purchase. Everyone pisses, everyone shits, everyone uses toilet paper. 'Nuff said.

Current noise: the Food Network on my TV

Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Reoccurring Dream
Does anyone else have a common theme present in most of their dreams? I do. And it's shaving. I wish it was something cool like bodyboarding, hot girls, or being rich and powerful. Haha. But it's not. It's shaving my facial hair. I don't know why I dream about shaving all the time (at least once or twice a week), but I do. I am lame, even in my own dreams.

My most recent one was probably the weirdest one though. I was in a movie theater with my roommate watching some semi-educational movie. We got bored and decided to the middle of the movie.....with electric shavers. So we whipped them out and started shaving. Sometime before we finished shaving, a teacher came down the aisle and shouted to the audience "Someone is shaving and that's rude! It sounds like 2 people! That needs to stop!" And then I woke up.

According to some online databases that tell you what dreams mean, here's the meaning of some of the stuff in my dreams:

1. to see a razor in your dream suggests that there is a situation or problem that you need to smooth out
2. sharpness, cut. looking for a clean start, leaving the past behind

1. virtual image, reflection, identity, a true picture of something else
2. To see your own reflection in the mirror, suggests that you are pondering thoughts about your inner self. The reflection in the mirror is how you perceive yourself or how you want others to see you. You may be contemplating on strengthening and changing aspects of your character.

1. To dream that you are shaving, suggests that you are making a minor life-changing decision. Some aspect of your daily routine is being altered. Alternatively, it may represent your severe attitude or self-punishment.
2. To dream that someone is shaving your leg, represents a lost of your independence. You are relying on others to get you through some difficult times. You need to build up your self-confidence and self-esteem.
3. To see someone shaving in your dream, indicates that there is some conflict in your self-image. Perhaps what you portray or project does not match who you really are inside.
4. To dream that you are shaving your head, indicates a desire that you want to reveal more of yourself. If you leave some hair on your head, then it suggests that you are not completely prepared to let others see who you really are. You are afraid what people might think. The few clumps of your hair serves as some sort of safety net.

What I want to know is how the people writing the website know this. How is this proven? It can't be proven, so how true is it? Hmmm? I mean, dreams are dreams. I doubt they always "mean" the exact same thing for each and every person, at every point in their life. Ah well, I guess it's more for entertainment purposes than for true self improvement and such.

Student Teachin'
In my 8:00 AM class, we have a different now than we had earlier in the year. The teachers rotate in and teach different subjects. Anyhow, this guy, Dr. Bhushan (Indian guy, I can't understand him at all) made a rule for the class. If you come in late, you have to teach the class. Seriously. A girl came in late today and she had to face the music. Sucks for her. She had to try to lecture on Northen Blot techniques in microarray gene chip technology. And it wasn't pretty. So yeah. I think I will definitely be on time to my 8:00 AM class from now on. Not like I was late, but still.

Current mood: very tired and bored
Current noise: lecture from J. Bigs, as I call him
Monday, February 13, 2006
The End of an Era

No, I am not through blogging. No, I am not switching over to something ghey like myspace. No, I am not turning gay. And no, my truck did not break down. However, my beloved Nikes did. I have had them since at least 10th grade and have worn them pretty religiously. I wore them to school, to work out, everywhere. They made 5 beach trips, 3 Monterey trips, numerous Idaho trips, and many other journeys. But I think it is time for them to meet the Dumpster. They are not even worthy of Goodwill. These guys are bad. The rubber soles are falling off the rest of the shoe, the inside heels are worn smooth, there is hardly any traction left on the bottom, and my toe pokes out the front of one of them. Whew. And oh yeah, they smell. I have never used any kind of odor-eaters or spray or anything with this particular pair. Not sure if I should be proud of that fact or not. Hmm..... Anyhow, it's sad because I have to get rid of these guys. I've had them for so long that they feel like a part of the family. *Wipes away a tear.*

Well, not to jinx myself, but this semester has seemed easier thus far. My classes seem much more "chill" and the material is easier. I have taken 2 tests, gotten a high A and the other one hasn't been graded. Was kinda shootin' for a B on that one anyways.

I do have a test in less than 7 hours from now. Haha. God, I need to go to sleep, but I can't disappoint my loyal readers (well, my writing is probably a disappointment, since now you actually have to read something, whereas in the last 2 weeks, you could check my blog and not have to worry about reading it).

I have lab quizzes in Physiology that my insane teacher writes because too many people did well in lab last semester, so now he makes them hard essay questions. Argh. They suck. The "quiz" takes 45 minutes of straight writing. It's like a mini-test and it even covers lecture material more now than lab material. Bah.


For the Superbowl, my roomie, Katie, and my roomie's girlfriend (also named Katie), and I had a Superbowl party. We made enough food for 20 people and guess how many showed up? 5 total. Four of them were the previously mentioned, including myself. Goddamnit. What bullshit. Well, at least we had plenty of food....that's always a positive from my point of view. Can't go wrong there, unless it's bland, crappy, and/or fishy. Then it's nasty crap.

And at least the Steelers covered the spread. Had those suckers bet. Whew. Was worried for a while in the start of the game, a little less in the end. ;)


So lately, I have been trying to make a conscious effort to cook better and new things. To not get stuck in the same rut of Totino's pizza (even though they are frickin' awesome- seriously, can you beat a 94 cent pizza?). Whenever I am bored in class or I have the inspiration, I look up recipes on the Internet for dishes. Here's my favorite cooking website, or at least the one that has held the best luck for me:

I have made homemade Sloppy Joes (with homemade sauce), mandarin chicken, and chili verde (actually that was a family recipe, not on the website). I have to say that cooking good food is very satisfying beyond the taste. It evokes a sense of pride and accomplishment. But maybe I just love and worship food too much anyways. Ah well. I just hope I never lose my high metabolism, because I will be 345,698 pounds if I do and you will be watching a TLC show about the 345,698 pound boy.

Oh, and by the way, if you have the time, shop for Andes mints baking chips. Damn, those make some good cookies.

Ghey V-Day

Due to Katie's class schedule and a simple lack of enthusiasm about Hallmark Day (I mean, Valentine's Day), we're not doing much for it. And by much, I mean nada. We went out to eat last Friday and gave small gifts then. And it also lands on a Tuesday, which is not conducive to a great V-Day anyways. Ah well. Maybe next year. I feel bad not doing much, but I hope showing my affection every day is better than just doing it one day out of the year.

Wild'N'Out is Ghey Too

OK, I hate that show. Seriously. It's not funny. NOT FUNNY. At all. Why is it still on? All it consists of is some semi-successful rappers standing around, shouting into mics, while all the others watch and do the following:

-Place one hand on waist, preferably on the belt buckle.

-Lift other hand up in the air above the head, then return to the mouth.

-Shout "OOOOOOO" and then proceed to laugh hysterically at a pointless and unfunny "joke."

-Repeat for the next pathetic excuse of a human.

Please, MTV, please cancel that shit.


I now weigh 158 pounds. Yes, it's true. No exaggeration or falseness. I have been working out a lot lately, Katie can attest to that. I have trimmed some fat off and added some muscle (muscle is adding the weight since it is more dense than adipose- fat- tissue). I now weigh at least 25 pounds more than I did in high school, probably closer to 30 more.

Kitty Antics

My kitty has been getting into trouble while I have been gone. She has somehow worked her way into the box springs of my parent's mattress. I don't know how she gets her fat butt in there, but she manages. And I guess my parents barricade it off, so my kitty gets pissed off and rips up boxes. Then, when my folks go to work, they close their bedroom door and she howls. Haha. What a pissed off kitten.

She loves to be petted non-stop, according to my pops. She follows him around, expecting to be petted all the time. :)

Pharmacy Dork Drama

There is a shithead in class named Russ. No one likes him and he shaves his sideburns at an angle. What else can be said? He's a a pathetic little man. He's also a contentious prick.

Well, one day last week, he was sitting in the back row per usual, and then shouted in the middle of a lecture "Hey, could you guys shut up? I can't hear Dr. Lai and I would like to."

Another kid across the room shouted back to the douchebag "Wow, Russ! You're awake for once."

The entire class laughed at the dick. Seriously, he sits in the back row and sleeps every day. What was he thinking there? God. He also loves to show how wonderfully smart he is by interrupting teachers to ask pointless questions and by trying to ask student presenters hard questions, then asking if they want hints (since he is so great and already knows the answers, he should help us out, you know? bastard). I don't know if there is a person in the class that doesn't want to throttle him. I'd be first in line.

Pharmacy Spaghetti Feed

There is an annual charity event for a local charity (funny how that works) and the pharmacy student organizations run by the School of Pharmacy. It's called the Spaghetti Feed. Usually, it raises about $6,000. Due to a low turnout and low auction bidding, we only raised $3,000. Our dean actually had the audacity to come into class and berate us for not raising enough money. Here's what I have against that:

-I pay enough for the School of Pharmacy to put a little money into the student organizations. Seriously. Greedy fuckers.

-You don't berate us for not bidding and not showing up when you yourself aren't there to bid. Ummm.....that's hypocritical, you bald meanie.

-The admin and staff are some of the highest paid on campus.....yeah.....that's not hypocritical, yet again.

-The staff gave a worthless teacher tenure when they needed to fire her. That was a great of money.

Some Good Ole Republican Sentiment For You

My dad sent me this email (quotes by Andy Rooney) and I agree with most of it- but I think alot of it is kinda funny anyways-

"I don't think being a minority makes you a victim of anything except numbers. The only things I can think of that are truly discriminatory are things like the United Negro College Fund, Jet Magazine, Black Entertainment Television, and Miss Black America. Try to have things like the United Caucasian College Fund, Cloud Magazine, White Entertainment Television, or Miss White America; and see what happens...Jesse Jackson will be knocking down your door.

Guns do not make you a killer. I think killing makes you a killer. You can kill someone with a baseball bat or a car, but no one is trying to ban you from driving to the ball game.

I believe they are called the Boy Scouts for a reason, that is why there are no girls allowed. Girls belong in the Girl Scouts! ARE YOU LISTENING MARTHA BURKE?

I think that if you feel homosexuality is wrong, it is not a phobia, it is an opinion.

I have the right "NOT" to be tolerant of others because they are different, weird, or tick me off.

When 70% of the people who get arrested are black in cities where 70% of the population is black, that is not racial profiling, it is the Law of Probability.

I believe that if you are selling me a milkshake, a pack of cigarettes, a newspaper or a hotel room, you must do it in English! As a matter of fact, if you want to be an American citizen, you should have to speak English!

My father and grandfather didn't die in vain so you can leave the countries you were born in to come over and disrespect ours.

I think the police should have every right to shoot your sorry a-- if you threaten them after they tell you to stop. If you can't understand the word "freeze" or "stop" in English, see the above lines.

I don't think just because you were not born in this country, you are qualified for any special loan programs, government sponsored bank loans or tax breaks, etc., so you can open a hotel, coffee shop, trinket store, or any other business.

We did not go to the aid of certain foreign countries and risk our lives in wars to defend their freedoms, so that decades later they could come over here and tell us our constitution is a living document; and open to their interpretations.

I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.

I know pro wrestling is fake, but so are movies and television. That doesn't stop you from watching them.

I think Bill Gates has every right to keep every penny he made and continue to make more. If it ticks you off, go and invent the next operating system that's better, and put your name on the building.

It doesn't take a whole village to raise a child right, but it does take a parent to stand up to the kid; and smack their little behinds when necessary, and say "NO!"

I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. And, please, stay home until that new lip ring heals. I don't want to look at your ugly infected mouth as you serve me French fries!

I am sick of "Political Correctness."

I know a lot of black people, and not a single one of them was born in Africa; so how can they be "African-Americans"? Besides, Africa is a continent. I don't go around saying I am a European-American because my great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather was from Europe. I am proud to be from America and nowhere else And if you don't like my point of view, tough...


It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a problem in having "In God We Trust" on our money and having "God" in the Pledge of Allegiance. Why don't we just tell the 14% to Shut Up and BE QUIET!!!"

My dad sent me another email with a joke about we are all Republicans at heart to a degree, yet most people will never admit it-

"A girl attended college for several years and developed her own views about the world. She hated Republicans, loved trees and her fellow man. She was greatly ashamed of her father, a great businessman and staunch conservative. She did her best in school, snagging a 4.0 GPA every semester and working hard to earn every A.

Going home one break, she asked her father a question.

"I have a friend who insists on partying all the time and loves to slack in school. But she won't be able to make it into her desired program because of her 2.0 GPA. What can I do to help her?"

Her father smiled and said "Well, why don't you donate a GPA point to her? That would give you each a 3.0."

"WHAT?!? Why would I do that? I have worked hard for my GPA and she has slacked off. Why does she deserve something for nothing?!?" the daughter exclaimed.

"Welcome to the Republican Party." stated the father.

Current music: Cary Judd- "Looking Back From Space" - saw this guy here at ISU and have since then acquired all his CDs, he's kind of like John Mayer, but does all his own drumming, guitar work, and such at once (using foot pedals and looped recorders)

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