School, Work and Other Lullabys

School has been boring, long and occasionally (99% of the time) painful to sit through.

However, it seems to be the only thing I can ever think about. You smell that? It's the aroma of pathetic nerd wafting through the air.

Mainly, I have been foccussing on what I want to do after high school. I've got it narrowed down to two things: living in Ireland, and somewhere in the realms of medicine. As of late, I have discovered a career that got me thinking: Nuclear Medicine Technologist.

I mean, who doesn't  want to be exposed to potentially fatal chemicals? Normal people usually, but that doesn't include me. Clearly.

I have really been interested in emergency medicine, something about being the one to clean up vomit of the paitient with a raging disease in a gown someone died in yesterday somehow appeals to me. Does this make me insane? Yes, yes it does.

Although, something about the nuclear medicine truly appeals to me and my interests. Whenever someone hurts themselves I am always the one to rush in, but I'm not sure if diagnostics in nursing truly is something I can, or even want, to do.

So, I guess I'll take the nuclear bomb.

High School: Friends, Memories and Emotional Scars

Two weeks ago I started grade 10; high school. I was super excited for it! We all make mistakes in life. Three more years of this? Yay.

Even in the highest level cirriculum classes, I don't feel like it. Why? Worksheets on bananas handed out in class; the banana wars. Potassium starts a real riot.

And why is it that teachers think you can go to the bathroom, talk to friends, get your books, get a drink, slay a dragon and make it to class in a period of five minutes?

Alas, even in high school we play musical chairs. Well, "Cell Musical Chairs" with no chairs...

And as a bonus, colouring sheets!! I can't even stay inside the lines... That takes talent!

Even through suffering through painful rounds of musical chairs, agonizing classes and rising early, there is some insane part of me that actually likes school. Take me away officier, I cause havoc amongst all underachievers.

She Works Hard For The Money

I work. The part about working hard is subjective.

I would much rather work in a hospital with terminally ill people in a gown someone died in yesterday, who knows why, but I would. But what do I really do?

I have a very mindless job. I endure terrible music, grueling nine hour shifts and bananas at every turn. I work at No Frills.

There are some sketchy people whom attain very questionable items. A cart full of pop, toilet paper and dishsoap? Typical grocery store adventure. Not to mention we sell very weird things. Quail eggs anybody?

Some customers ask for some weird stuff that I've never heard in all my years of existence. Such as canned gravy. No thanks. They also think that while I have a box that weighs 5470 pounds on my shoulder its a good time for me to get something for them.

And the name No Frills enatils we don't carry extra random junk. Some man came in and asked for staples, "No, no sir. That is a frill."

But hitting my coworker with my cart is always the highlight.

Paranoia via Stephen King

Reading Stephen King books and watching movies based on his books has ruined a lot of things for me. These things will never be the same.

When someone's shadow is at the bottom of my door, I get terrified. In fact, during a thunder storm my door crept open and my first, and totally sane, thought was "IT'S ANNIE WIKLES AND HER NOVRIL AHHH!" Alas, it was my cat. Paul Sheldon was very well done in the film Misery, I'm his number one fan.

Hotels. The Shining and 1408 have made hotels a nightmare. In isolation or not, I just won't travel. Espically if dead kids want to play with me.

Proms and other dances. I slow danced with my friend once...we all have regrets. If Carrie White did kill everyone who attended, at least the embarrasment and terror of not knowing how to dance would end.

Clowns. I don't know why people think clowns are funny, Pennywise will definately not be hired for my fictious futuristic childs birthday. It'll smuther me with the red wig as I die to the sound of a honking nose.

As much as Stephen King has the power to send me chills, it also has the power to entertain me for hours on end. Soiled pants or not, the paranoia is worth it.

Voice Control Is Deaf

I hate it.

"Play 'Alternative.'"
"It is 11:09 PM."

"Play Breaking Benjamin."
"Playing Iron Maiden."

"Play State of Massachusetts."
"Playing Brad Paisley."

"Play Unknown Soldier."
"Playing album Strong Tower."

"Play Loyal To No One."
"Playing Fountains of Wayne."

"Play Metallica."
"You must enable FaceTime before you can make video calls."

Good job Apple.

Interior Decorating

We are building a new house and should move into it in the next couple weeks or so. I'm not one to pay attention to detail, you could see that if you saw my hair, but I have a plan. A Master Plan.

1. Posters. Perferably, band posters, the Hunger Games and maybe a movie poster from the movie Misery because I'm the movie's number one fan. I have three in mind. Dropkick Murphys, Metallica and Breaking Benjamin.

2. Books. I have a small collection of books but as a nerd, I will expand. I want a few, well five, Stephen King books for my birthday. I'm looking at you mom. Well, your wallet mostly.

3. Quiet frankly, I don't have a third. Nothing more to life than that. For a hermit nerd.

Driving Part 2

I went driving again tonight. No heart attacks, so I guess that means it was a success.

Driving on the gravel road and the highway actually went very well. Would you look at that; there's something I can actually do correctly.

There was a huge hole in the road I went into by accident, though I didn't see it. What's another dent right? Traffic court isn't that far.

Parking. I did a lot better than I thought I would. My mother wanted me to back up in between two parked campers and I responded with: "No way. People own those things and are going to need really good insurance." I did it anyways. I almost ran into a fence one time...but that's beside the point.

And now I am aware of how my windshield washers function. I turned it on by accident and I didn't realize how to stop it. So I sat there with them going for a few minutes. Nobody saw. Hopefully.