LJ is terribad. This is the fix. Thank you, Gary.

http://danceswithgary.dreamwidth.org/90219.html?thread=597867&style=light&posted=1#cmt5943659

I don't want to abandon this journal, but I don't really have anything I want to post. No new art (yet). May as well post about these Saphris Dreams.

WTF Saphris Dreams

Due to a mix-up with my medicaid, I wasn't able to get my Saphris for about three months. I'd been hesitant to take it again on the weekdays because this medicine has the annoying side effect of knocking me out for several hours. So on Friday, I finally decided to get back on it. I took it at 7:00 PM and by 7:30 I was feeling it, and I probably wasn't awake for more than 15 minutes after that. The next time I woke up, it was around 8-something PM on Saturday and time to take another one. Same thing happened, and I was up on Sunday by around 5:30 PM or so, just long enough to feel groggy and weird until it was time for the meds again. This time, I was up by 6:30 AM, just enough time to get ready to go to therapy.

The entire weekend, I was only up for about 10 minutes at a time, during which I'd have a bottle of Soylent or use the bathroom. Other than that, it was 3 days of non-stop, bizarre, long, detailed dreams. I spent my entire individual session telling my therapist about them and feel oddly drained having done so, but these are some of the highlights from what I saw from Friday through Monday:

-people spraying blood from a spray bottle onto potatoes before eating them

- wolf people walking around an underground shopping mall

- a special nail cutting salon where they shave off parts of the nail. One nail ended up costing $78.00

-a train full of completely gray people. Gray hair, gray skin, gray clothing. One of them was puking chunky gray stuff

-bees, flies, and ladybugs singing songs about pollination, nectar, feeding flowers, pesticides, the jobs they do, and filtered rain water. Such a long sequence. Ended in a room full of flowers so close together that they were jutted against one-another, surrounding one enormous white lily.

- making apple pie by wrapping an apple with the skin of a dead person, then cutting the apple into parts

-Tying a pink ribbon to one rung of monkey bars to entertain a kitten. Ribbon made papers rain down on the kitten, she'd chase them.

-a man with telekenisis who could levitate beads

-a goddess playing a game invented by a mortal. It was like wall-ball, but with a ball made of putty that took the color of what it was bounced off of. The mortal inventor was annoyed that she kept playing the game, and so she promised to stop. Instead, however, she made a special room for herself to play the game in secret. It was only accessible by standing on a special panel and saying the name of the game. She invited a few people to play it.

-a drag show featuring a woman with one leg and another woman in a wheelchair. One of them was going to do an act featuring a heavyset man in a corset and how attractive she found him when he was wearing it.

-the death of an old man. His wife of several decades wanted a key returned to a storage place where the key would be used to open a locked box with a shovel. The two people returning the key argued with one-another about how she should keep the key because it's all she had left of her husband and it wasn't worth it to just get the one dollar deposit back.

-a puppet family house. A spider got into the house and the youngest boy was terrorizing his family by putting it in different rooms. He put it in his grandfather's room while grandfather was showering. Then the boy put a printed picture of the spider and left it in the bathroom.

-filling a huge pool-like bathtub with water, paint, and glittery shells in order to call some parents back from a PTA(?) Meeting. When they were summoned, two of the parents, a pair of lesbian moms, helped to rinse the paint and shells off of the people they were stuck to.

-a museum exhibit about birthstones, Greek/Roman mythology, and astrological compatibility. A Dionysus matching game, head tattoos, and plastic light up spherical cut crystals.

-delicious amber juice in a perfectly clear teapot

-searching for parts of a wooden doll using a dowsing rod

-matching gemstones to solve a mirror puzzle, only to have the figure in the mirror manifest continually and break the neck of whoever tried to figure out the puzzle. Puzzle pieces would glow or become unbearably hot when matched correctly.

-strange religious brain surgery. I could feel the scraping of a small scalpel on the back of my head.

-Spraying t-shirts black to have glow-in-the-dark patterns show up more clearly or to create drippy, melting effects

-Birthday list shopping- a sailor hat, a boat, horn, balloons and a mother's day cookie mold. Trying to keep it secret from a nosy, chatterbox neighbor child. Resulting in a flooded house and a toy boat with crew accessories that needed to be painted

-a paint roller that painted propaganda articles in blue or yellow paint on the floors

-something involving the illegal poaching of all sorts of animals and flattening them into bacon. Falling into the pool with the gutted cow.

-hiding among the water plants that smelled like lavender and jasmine. Then moving, hiding beneath a table in a cave, among water plants. The sound of the rain dripping makes location. Then, immediately to the left, a child born from a flower. Child somehow communicates that he "knows you aren't guilty". Other voices begin singing about the child's birth and "welcome to nature".


Funny thing is, Saphris is supposed to be an anti-psychotic.
You guys been having any dreams?

I don't know why, but I'm charmed to death.

I'm so glad I believed static_pixie back in '08 or wheneverthehell she called it, for she was the first person I knew to call it. It was the "she looks like Shane" comment that really sold me on it, even more than the comments she made about kissing Dakota.

I guess this means I am now legally obligated to like Kristen Stewart. I can deal with that, I guess.

John William Warde - DeathAndReality.com

I've been going here lots lately. It's really graphic stuff, so aside from that article, don't go searching the page unless you want a lot of colored photographs of re-e-eally graphic deaths.

Thanks, Idolhands, for the nudge. I've been meaning to get back here at least to get back to ONTDCreepy, my favorite community. I just haven't wanted to write anything in my journal. Massive, massive depression going on. They have me going to therapy five days a week now; no joke. Some upstate program called PROS. It was this or get locked up in the hospital again. Yeah, that happened, too, from December 20th to the 26th back in 2013. There's no internet in the hospital. How are you supposed to live like that? Not even a radio to distract you while you try to sleep, so the bad thoughts just keep coming and oh, it's just a mess. But I did meet three really nice people. I've gotta e-mail one of them again. She's such a great lady. I really hope she's ok.

I haven't updated in a while... so today I think I'll explain the personalities of the different numbers.

I never told anyone at the time, but when I was learning to add and subtract, the numbers had personalities. Most of them anyway. I honestly don't believe I gave them the personalities intentionally. It was just the way they felt based on their shape or something about them.
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I'm just now learning that this is supposed to be a form of synesthesia. If it is, it figures that I'd get the lamest form. I'd really like to have one that was associated with colors. The only real synesthetic moment I can really remember was in high school orchestra. I accidentally played a super loud note on the trumpet. Since I was quiet and nervous about playing, everyone turned around and was trying to be encouraging about it.

I was looking horrified, I'm sure and was staring at the ground, and I'll do my best to explain why. To me, the sound had the physical form of a giant, heavy soap bubble/water balloon. My eyes and my feet and the rest of my body were telling me that a big water balloon had just been dropped on the floor and it had sloshed over everything. I remember thinking "Oh my God, but it was so wet it's sloshed all over everything!" And I wanted to look up and say "But it's all over everything! Why are you cheerful? It went splosh and it got all over...!". Like a big paint ball. I didn't have the words to describe it, though, so it didn't seem like anything I needed to say.

Anyway, I wish I had more synesthesia like that. The numbers thing is just annoying. Although I'm sure glad letters don't have personalities or colors. That'd be a friggin disaster.

Let's talk about it! You have any stuff like this or similar? I miss our discussions.

Harpsiccord:I gotta google that first so I can remember
NopeNopeNopeNope not googling nothing from our talks ever again nopenopenope I ended up in the weird part of Amazon.com
TehTyrarr: LOL
WHAT
what did you find
Harpsiccord: I don't wanna tell you or you will hate cereal
TehTyrarr: ....
cosby....
swearter?
Harpsiccord: No...
Bad fiction.
Now /anyone/ can write it.
Harpsiccord: Ok, not bad, I take it back
Just... really... self indulgent.
Harpsiccord: Started there anyway.
Thanks to "customers also viewed this" I ended up at titles such as "There's a Demon in My Butt!" and
Harpsiccord: and holy SHIT there are a /LOT/ of stories about "human dairies"
DaFuq man DaFUQ
I half wanna read one just to know what the hell kinda narrative is in them
And half of the descriptions involve "special potion"


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This is a reply to Guardian's excellent, fun, entertaining post smacking the Sexual Privilege Checklist. Crossposted at Dreamwidth because Livejournal, you so ugly now.

I already mentioned on Guardian's journal that when it comes to orientations, Asexuals are the 1%, to put it in "Occupy Wall Street" terms and that stupid checklists are popping up because of Tumblr Social Justice Asshole McCarthyism.

From the Asexuality Tumblr:

I’m envisioning the creation of a new tumblr to gather examples of sexual privilege. Stories could work too. I am really excited about this project but I definitely couldn’t take it on alone (also, I suck at images). Let’s do this while it’s still boiling our blood!
And there we have the biggest problem with all of these checklists. They're not based in thoughtful emotion, they're based in emotional thought- and there's a huge difference between the two. It's not about education or making a change or making anything better. It's about being angry and yelling and feeling put-upon and having a contest to see who suffers the most. Why "do this while it's still boiling our blood"? Because once things are settled and given thought, it becomes clear that we are not oppressed. We're annoyed, irritated, exasperated, bothered, and bored with the endless questioning, but oppressed? No.

Let’s create a resource so the next time the sexual privilege argument comes up, we can slam our checklist down on the table! Let’s DO THIS!!
"Let's get our proof ready so next time everyone's crying about how hard they have it, we can join in so they won't suspect us of being happy, because as we all know, this is McCarthyist Internet and if you're found guilty of being happy, you're automatically assumed to be part of the problem."

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Here's a little passage from Finnegan's Wake that Cr1tikal read. He was having a lot of trouble with it, but he read it so nicely that I wanted to find this part.

Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod’s brood, be me fear! Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-killy: a toll, a toll.

What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-solvers! What true feeling for their’s hayair with what strawng voice of false jiccup!

O here here how hoth sprowled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers?

The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

There are plenty of translations and explanations online, but not sure if I want to understand that bit up there. It just sounds. nice, and sometimes meaning ruins things.

This Party Post is for complaining, griping, and worrying about the mass extinction of monsters. Yes, if challenged, I have three "silver linings" to this phenomenon. Yes, I am fully ready to hear it if "No, Harp, see, Isaac Marion wrote a comedy/actually does it right/wrote something good so give it a chance/be lol-trollin" and even abandon my initial misgivings or give him a chance to see if I like him/it's funny on purpose/he be lol-trollin" or another unforseen... thing.

Later. Let's get our rage on now. The subject is the wrecking of monsters.
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I'm gritting my teeth, and I think it's only partially from the cold. Let us end on two positive notes.

Some Beautiful Minds on W.C, high on Badfic, fell asleep and together dreamed a dream of a beautiful sitcom sort of like The Brady Bunch if the dad was a former librarian at Miskatonic, the mom was an ex cultist, and instead of being from a previous marriage,her kids are from ritualistic cult breeding with starspawn.
This is their chatter

Positive Note B:
As I promised Wolfe- Proof that Twatlight didn't kill the Harry Potter series, but actually revived it for a short while. This was a beautiful night, November 2008. The Harry Potter fans of Livejournal put their differences aside and rose up together, united against a common enemy. Do you understand how epic that is? Livejournal, one of the most violent, cruel, bloody Western Fronts of the Harry Potter Civil Fandom Wars (aside from Fictionally and JournalFen). And on ONTD, the site where What/Who You Like Sucks. That's one of my favorite memories of the Harry Potter Fandom.

Remember the comparison of the fandoms to family homes? My icon is a polaroid taken at the state fair when the H.P family royally kicked the Twilight family's arses at tug of war. Then we pantsed them, painted their kids in the Hogwarts house colors, tagged their campsite, and set their car on fire. And we did it as a family. Harry Potter Fandom, we will always have Super Troll Sunday.


I'm tired; if I needa fix my tags, I'll do it later on; also I still need-a read your comments from last post. Very sorry; got some super unhappy news Tuesday is all.

LJ, you ugly. I'm crossposting my stuff to Dreamwidth.
You can comment wherever; I'm not leaving - too many of you here and too many memories. Add me and stuff.

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DeathSchool is not over yet- my month for taking the Great Big Death Test is August. That's all I'd like to say about that matter.Until then, more interning, more reading, and most importantly, driving lessons. Lots and lots of those. We're not even allowed jobs unless we have those. Lucky for me, I found a school that specializes in drivers with varying issues, like nerves and stuff. My driving teacher is super nice. He says he's the one who specializes in anxious cases.

More importantly, I'm looking for a really fantastic Windows XP installation disk or program so I can fix my main lappy. It got... sick somehow and has been sick for a year. I've got my netbook, but I can't run my tablet on it, which means no drawing (among other things). Everything's on external hard drives, so it wouldn't be so bad if I had to reinstall XP, but I would rather not.

Researching other solutions to the problem, but I'd really like to get this fixed by March. I can do this... if I can go through those million pain-and-a-half steps and successfully root my friggin HTC Rezound then I can do this.

This Story from Morgue that might Upset You

On my last day at Morgue, and I had one of my surreal dreams come true.

Background: I've had a few dreams where my mouth is full of dry skin, like the kind from chapped lips. I keep spitting it out, but it's endless. Not just lip, but parts of the insides of my mouth. I also have the bad habit of chewing the insides of my mouth. If my nerves are bad enough, I can tear tiny strips off.

So as you know, we practice embalming on unclaimed corpses. We clean them up, find the appropriate arteries for injection, and prepare them to be buried in Potter's Field.

My group was cleaning up a woman who had been dead for three months. She had skin slip really, really bad- that's when there's water beneath the top layer of skin and the skin kinda peels off. It's not strictly for the dead- You might'a had it on the soles of your feet at some point.

After we were done and moving her into a body bag, I was told to grab her feet (nobody else in my group wanted to, but it was necessary to move her in a dignified way). I'm sure you can guess where this is going.

We never communicate very well in morgue (I mean, five students are all working on one body), so while I had her feet, two classmates were moving her by her arms. As they pulled at an inopportune time, I felt a super slimy sensation going on, and when I looked, my black mortuary gloves were totally covered in clumped up wet skin.

I just stopped and stared at my hands. I wasn't grossed out or fascinated. I was just like "...hu." That's the only way I can describe my feeling, just "...hu". And I thought This is just like in those dreams.. And Miss, I am so, so sorry. I really am.

I wanted to share that with you guys because it was just... strange. And I tried to tell one of my classmates, but she was utterly squicked and revolted. She doesn't like going to morgue.

barsukthom you're always there for us, on and off of ONTDCreepy. If you need anything- AIM, Texts, PMs, even skype or phone calls, don't even wait one second to ask. You weren't voted "Friendliest ONTDCreepy Member" for nothing.


We jump at the chance to get you through your hard times, like you've helped us.


(I mean it.)

Our schedules were e-mailed today. It's just like I expected, and exactly like last time, with the law/business classes on Mondays.

But what's this? Semester ends... November 30th? That's... unexpected. I thought we ended December 13th. Even with finals starting December 3rd, we'd be getting out on the 7th at the latest. Hopefully what they said about last semester being hardest is true.

I've recovered as much as I could from last semester, so now there's nothing more I can do about my nerves other than get into class and see who's there. And even if, by some catastrophic event, every single one of those people is still there, I'll be sure to find a sitting place as far from them as possible. I've got an idea of where I might sit.

The only thing I'm really looking forward to is giving M and A their birthday gifts. I've been personalizing cigar boxes for everyone.
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It's finals week, and I'm not going to be OK until Friday. Each test is 200 Questions and if it's a continuation(ish) of last semester's class, stuff from January up until now will appear on the tests.

We started with Microbiology and Funeral Home Directing. The Micro final was described as "nasty", and it sure was. The first 100 Questions were from Semester One, thankfully, but the second set came from the 100+ microbes, their pathogenicities, common names, AKAs, portals of entry/exit, modes of transmission, and the AKAs for their pathogenicities. Stuff like

-The organism Yeseria Pestis's mode of transmission is?
-What is the AKA for the disease given by Aspergillus Fumigatus?
-Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever is caused by (choices are not the names of organisms, but "Bacillus? Streptococci? Streptococcus? Staphylococcus?)
- Q-Fever is caused by (A Rickettsia? A bacteria? A Virus? A Chlamidia? A Spore Former? Two of these? None of these?)
- Psittacosis is transmitted how?
- Franciella Tularensis is (Viscerotrophic? Pneumotrophic? Three more Like This? Two of these answers are correct? None of these are correct?)

I think I did alright enough.
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I'm not optimistic about those last three finals. I realize that in these entries it's customary to comment with the "you can do it!" messages, and that's very kind, but I'm not going to take them well. I'm doing my best, but fully expecting a Bad News Phone Call on Monday or Tuesday saying either

(A)"second chance final?"
This is the preferable of the two, I suppose. Since these finals are literally One Half of our Final Grade, if the final wasn't high enough for a passing grade (75%) then a student can take a second chance final. That's if you failed, at maximum, two subjects. Three Subjects and forget it. And lest we forget, Even if a student got A's in everything else, if their final grade in one class is, say, a 73? That's the end of the line; they'll have to re-take that entire semester. I'm thinking that the Dreaded Phone Call will come about Anatomy and/or Path.

(B) "See ya in January!"
And even this I'm gearing up to face. Yeah, it's that bad.

I've got so many feelings about how this all came to pass, and they're the type that unless explained in tl;dr detail, look really, really bad. I'll let them out on the 9th or so, when I know my Final Disposition.

I sure could use some Hardcore Lovely Distraction on Friday/Saturday/Sunday, so I'm camping on Gtalk on that day. Except maybe Sunday. Sunday, I'm thinking of taking a Soma Vacation, so that at least if Hell comes on Monday, I'll be too doped up to care much.

This is a reply to a friend's entry about the "book" series Fifty Shades of Twatlight Fanfiction written by a Despie Loser For Whom the Guillotine Would Be Too Swift. I mean Fifty... no. Not going to sully my page by writing that here.

For those of you familiar with the BS series 50SoG, I encourage you to comment with your thoughts on the series. A good long cathartic complaint.

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Tuesday:
Microbiology Test: Ten Microorganisms, their pathogenicity/signs/symptoms, portals of entry, general characteristics, and modes of transmission.

Color and Cosmology quiz. Pffffft.

Wednesday: Anatomy Test: Introduction to bones, types, and material from last semester's first part.
Three Hours in Belvieu morgue

Thursday:
Chemistry exam: Valences, Polyatomic molecules and their valences. 160 questions.
Pathology Exam: Whotheflipknows, whatever we took notes on

Friday:
Embalming Exam: Chapter 6, the chemicals used in embalming
Funeral Home Management Quiz.


See you next Tuesday.

#1- Thank you so much, violet_eyes for not only putting out a survey, but taking the time to type it and send it to me. It was regarding how British school boys felt about American accents, and it was both hilarious and fascinating. With the prevalence of American TV and movies, I never would've guessed that they'd latch on to the stereotypical Southern one. That's hilarious.

#2- Death School So Far
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P.S- when I got home, this was waiting for me right beside my door. It startled me a little, but I got a picture. Wonder what kind it is.

Doctor MicroBio send our schedule at 9:21 this morning.

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And bless us, we've got a Hermione in our class. Well, not our class, he's in section L.M and we're in C.D. His name's Ceasar, and he makes these detailed study practice guides for us. He just e-mailed us a "Grade Recorder" he made himself, and along with it, he attached a document titled "McAllister Symbol and History".

This is another Death!School entry. Since there's no more "did I pass?!" anxiety, I wanted to tell you about my embalming final. We can all have a laugh about it.

As you know, Embalming is the most important class I have, since I don't want to own my own funeral home. So of course, I studied like crazy for this final. Our teacher's one of those jovial-yet-eccentric types- imagine Ralph Kramden in a good, confident mood and if he ran a funeral home. Let me tell you about this final exam he gave us. I am not exaggerating or kidding about any of this.

We start off "easy" with a question any teacher would give to make sure someone is paying attention. What is the standard rate of pressure for a normal embalming case?
Two answers with the number 16 in them. One says "pounds per hour", though, when it should be "pounds per minute".

But then we get into stuff like this-

Question: What is the tool used for raising an artery or vein?
The answer is "an aneurysm hook". These were the answers we had to choose from:
a. Anuerysm hook
b. Anyuresm hook
c. Aneurysm hook
d. Anurysm hook

If you didn't look away, go to a separate page, and write "aneurysm" the way you knew how to spell it, you could get pretty confused. Especially considering there were other little typos in the exam.

Here's what's so scary about typos + questions like that.

We learned the term "Agonal algor", which is a pre-death drop in temperature. On the final exam, we were faced with this question in the true/false section:

True/False: Algonal Algor is a pre-death drop in temperature

... Did he mean to write it that way? We know it's "Agonal Algor", and it's easy to see how he could've slipped, but... if we write "true" is he gonna think we think it's "algonal"? If we write false, is he going to know it's because of the typo? And he wasn't even in the room giving us our final, so we couldn't ask. To complicate things further, right at the start of the exam, our proctors told us "For the embalming final, mark down D for question 65" so maybe he checked it for errors and maybe...

Every time I take one of his tests, I feel like if I look up at him, he'll somehow have trollface superimposed over his head and he'll be wearing a shirt that says "problem?"

Monday: No phone call from the school so far to say that I bombed the final and need to take another one. So either they'll call early tomorrow or I'm actually clear. Clear to worry about Chemistry and all of the other things that want worrying about, that is.

Today: Got a text from classmate El. Dean Smith made all the scary phone calls yesterday, and since I didn't get one, that means I'm moving on to semester two of McAllister School for Deathcraft and Deathery.


The next semester starts on the last day of the month. I'll be looking at
Chemistry (Aieee scary! D:)
Pathology (wherein we sit and listen to the teacher describe various diseases and we imagine we're getting them)
Color and Cosmology (make the dead sexy)
Accounting (Yeeeeah, math... I don't know how to math...)
Anatomy II (bones, bones, bones)
Other classes I can't recall right now

And, of course, embalming II. Every week, there's a thing called "Morgue" which is 'zactly what it sounds like- we go to the morgue and we embalm John and Jane Does. I really wish I could take pictures, but that would get me kicked out of school quicker than blinking :(

Going to go search for youtube videos about chemistry now. Wish this headache would go away.

And I'm studying like a mad eejit with these self-quizzes I made.

Expectations:





And then watch as the reality is:


:( Save me, Santa Muerte.

Good news: We got a mock Anatomy final. I was convinced, on leaving, that I'd gotten a 60 at best. A few days later, Professor MicroBio Teacher came in and said that the grades were abysmal and that she was worried for us.
Got back my grade, fully expecting a big ol' F. Instead, got an 86. Which is my lowest grade in anatomy, but far better than I expected. Guess I do know the stuff and I don't need to puke myself sick over that final, at least.

Ah well, back to Biz Law. Don't take offense if I'm wickedly silent until the 10th.

For now, my biggest concerns are:

Business Law Final
Anatomy Mock-Final / Embalming Final
Small Business Final

The way it's set up, even with grosser than gross law grades, a decent-ish grade on the final will solve the problem completely and forever. The students are huddling together out of a common dislike for the teacher (most of them; I can't seem to find it in me to dislike him) and everyone's helping everyone.

Of course, I'm all worried-like. To think that one failed class will get you kicked out of the school. No exaggeration, people; that's how it goes. I'll know everything by April 9th.

Wicked as it is, sometimes the only thing that helps is knowing that there are other people in the class that wish they only had one "all or nothing" final.

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There's an all-day tutorial on the Circulatory system tomorrow, so I won't be able to make the ontdcreepy FFA. This saddens me.

Today seems like a good day to lose friends and alienate people.
You might not like this entry. Click back as soon as you can, for I promise you that it's not going to get any better as it goes along.

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I've been staying after school every day this week, just reviewing anatomy and studying with the white board. Tried to get others to stay, too, but they mostly all live closer than I do and don't have as annoying a commute. I don't blame them; the school's effing freezing >C

But it was worth it today. We went over circulation to and from the abdomen, the hepatic portal, and the venous return, and everyone was like "BWUH?!" but Harp was like ":3 Learned it yesterday :3 :3 :3". Not out loud, but inwardly. I'm allowed to be secretly happy about that, because my grade in Business Law is vile >:C Guess it's time for reviewing that spit all next week.

And besides, I left an anon message on the whiteboard to help. See, all the arteries in the abdominal circulation are paired left and right, and we'll get points taken off if we aren't specific (As in "Left Superior Mesenteric Artery" >P ). Stay with me, now... the superior and inferior Mesenteric arteries (blood for the small et large intestines) are the only ones without a left and right. So on the board:

Mesenteric Arteries = ME-centric Arteries. (No sharing) (No left or right)

Which looks like a joke Rapunzel'd make. "Mesenteric arteries? Moar liek Me-Centeric LUULLLL amirite?"

OH! OH! SPEAKING OF WHICH! In microbiology, we're learning about controling microbes and stuff, so we're getting definitions like this:

Sepsis: Condition resulting from the presence of pathogenic bacteria
Asepsis: The absence of microbes from a given object
AntiSepsis: Process by which bacterial growth is inhibited on living tissue

And then we get the levels of controlling said microbes, which include "Disinfection" (chemicals directly onto the inanimate object), and Sterilization (destroying all life on an object).

So of course, I'm wondering, "They should put a bacteria into the bacteria. But they should put a bacteria within that bacteria to kill it."

That process, of course, would be called

Insepsion



(I don't feel like hearing it right now, so next week, the Psycic Cometh)

I bet we get a new anatomy teacher next year, especially if they merge our class with the group that started in September. I hope they do, because trying to self-teach anatomy is getting exhausting. For everyone! Our first circulation test was so bad (one person passed) that a re-test was given Friday.

"Yeah, I don't even pay attention in class anymore. I tune it out and read it by myself while she talks."
- Unnamed classmate from "the A-Team"

The Psychology test on Thursday was a lot of fun, though. It was scantron, which means nothing we write on the exam paper will be counted.

Answer the following with A for Grief Therapy, B for Grief Counseling, C for Grief Support Group
#34. A young hospice worker who had been working with a patient every Tuesday is trying to come to terms with the death of her patient before she is assigned a new one. What would you recommend?
Scantron Answer- A
Written on the paper: "Tuesdays With Maury". It might not help, but it's a good book, and she might appreciate the irony.
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The Etymology Psychic is coming, and the predictions are upsetting.

Business Law, Small Business Management, Anatomy, Microbiology, History of Funeral Service, Sociology of Funeral service, Embalming, and Funeral Home directing. Those are the tests I have next week. This week, rather.

I am doing just terribly in those first two. You would not believe how bad. Well... technically I'm only doing badly in one of them, but I'm not sure which because we have them both on Mondays and I can't tell one test from another. So I'll just say I'm doing poorly in both.

Doctor MicroBio says it's because I put all my studying effort into Anatomy and Microbiology. She has a point, but at the same time, I can't help it. I'm not good at science. Or I don't think that I am, which is just as bad (psychologically speaking) when it comes to tests so if I don't study extra hard for those things,

This is kind of a "hell of an unsatisfactory situation" having tests in all of these. It also doesn't help much that for law and business, there's this "feck-all" attitude because we don't talk about death. But it's required.

I always hate reading about people's grades and how they're doing in school, which is why the cut is here. Additional thoughts and lulz about said classes follow.

Sociology of Funeral Service
Confession: I have trolled in this class.

It was the second time meeting and I was still shy. Our teacher, a dear woman who is very enthusiastic, was doing the "go-around-the-room-and-make-each-person-answer" thing, and she asked me twice to speak up. "If you're going to be a funeral director, you've gotta be outgoing and speak up!" She had a point, yes. Just not one that applied to me. I was feeling like I had a spotlight on me already, and then, a few minutes later

Teacher: In fact, what's your religion? *Points to the first person in the first row*
First person: Catholicism
Teacher *points to next person*
Next person: Anglican

Dear God, that's a bit of a personal question, isn't it? I don't really want to-

Teacher: *Points to Harp*
Harp: *Says something quietly*
Teacher: What was that?
Harp: *A little louder, but not understood*
Teacher: Wait, what was that?
Harp: *dead pokerface*... Cthulhuism
Teacher: I... what's that?
Harp: It's a subsection of Lovecraftianism.
Teacher: Is that like Paganism?
Harp: Not at all.
Teacher: Can you spell that for us? *Writes on the board "Cthulhuism" and "Lovecraftianism"* Alright! I'm going to have to look that up! *Moves on to next person*
Harp: *Feels better*

I regret nothing. Shuttie.

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And on Friday, unexpectedly, the super-duper-mega adorable cute girl with the striped scarf walked right up next to me on the start of the walk home. "Hey, Harp! I thought about you last week!" she said, "My friend was telling me about a geeky burlesque show and last week's theme was Cthulhu!" We talked the eight/ten blocks home. I barely noticed the walk.

I better get the heck to sleep. Feels better now that I got all of that out. Really should X-post this to my DeadJournal.

Good lord, I hate Business Law and Small Business management. I don't even want to open my own funeral home, not in a billion, squillion years. Just want to be an embalmer. Work for an established funeral home, have an embalming lab down in the basement decorated with glass jars on a shelf. Listen to audio books during work. >:C

But it's required, those dumb classes, since most people want their own funeral homes. A million pain-in-the steps and forms, people try to sue you, property taxes, re-ordering inventory, having to set up the whole thing, insurance, employees, blegh. What's the appeal in that? Money, I guess. For them. But if I'm getting paid enough for rent, internet, and a cat (and food, I suppose?), the rest is just emergency money.

Tunica Adventitia, Pleural Cavity, Aponeurosis
There's so darn much anatomy to do. Tuesday: A test on everything we've learned since January. In theory, it's not too bad, but I'm not sure what I don't know. If that makes sense. I feel like I know everything I need to know, which makes me wonder what I'm not...

I'm boring myself with this entry even. Jeez.

Distal Thoughts
No art for a while. My computer has something most dreadfully wrong with it and will not go past the start screen, and if I tried fixing it now, I'd just end up upsetting myself big time, so it's the Netbook for now. Un/fortunately, netbook doesn't have a tablet hookup.

You were all right about not being paranoid about The A-Team Deathschool Clique. They wouldn't shun a person if they slipped up. Still, I don't want to slip up. Imagine if every single one of them gets inducted into the Death Eaters and I don't? Of all the worst things that could happen that wou-

no.

The first three tests (Microbiology, Anatomy, Funeral Directing) went incredibly well. The one we had on embalming on Friday... not so well. Fortunately, I'm not the only one.

Our very first test was on the history of embalming, and wow, is there a lot of history. Who invented the Trochar? Who got caught photographed embalming in the Civil War and made it so that we have to get licenses? Who invented embalming fluid? Who was the first black embalmer?

Professor M must've known we were worried, because he trolled us gewd with the first test. I kid you not, these are some of the items in the "match the name to the things" part of the exam:

"Discovered Capillaries"
"Invented the Trochar"
"Father of embalming"
"Father of modern embalming"
"Embalmed Lincoln"
"Did none of these things"

And then this one: "Derp's Catacomb is named after him" with Joe Derp and William Derp right next to each other as options in the names column.

The first black embalmer was a man named Prince Greere. The other class had that as a multiple choice question. With the other answers multiple spellings of Greere, including "Green". I could practically see the trollface/rage comic spawning from that. I'll probably make it one.

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This entry is tl;dr bo-ring me ranting about Anatomy I class, so instead, why don't you LOL at some RP inside(ish) jokes?

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