:D Birthday fun!

My first carved pumpkin!

WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

something more serious

I guess I need to balance my last dicks entry with something more substantial.

I was wondering why you fall for who you fall for. And yes, I am addressing you lovely funky ladies. I think I have a good idea of why guys fall for whoever they do, but the female is a mystery to me. When all logic points to nice person 'x' and 'you' choose questionable person 'y,' I get confused.

I'm going to put forth a little hypothesis: that an uncouth, almost unforgivable sense of forwardness that you find in some questionable characters makes the coupling process more immediately desirable, or in a slightly more negative, blunter way to put things--easier. My assumption is that people will take the easier route, no matter their overall desires.

Now that I think about it, this paradigm holds true for boys. Some of us think that we have standards, but more often than not, we see those standards collapse in the face of an easier route. This isn't so much a theme as it is a motif I think. Perhaps we are the same. I think my flaw in this flow is that I tend to hold women to higher standards than men. In my twisted mind, it is strange when a female makes a bad choice, and expected when a male makes one. I'm a self-hater I think.

So what do you think? Agree/disagree? Can you say that you hold absolutely to standards, or is there propensity to take the more accessible path?



And if you're trying to, don't read into why I'm asking this. I'm happy with my life right now. It's just a common theme that I hear from other lives, and I wonder about it...

yipppeeee

I just completed my application to teach in HK again! i'm so excited :)

if anyone has any connections in HK, please alert me! I am still looking for a whole-year type of thing to do next year :D

happiest place on earth

or at least in the northeast. I was going to post about how I went to Hershey Park on Sunday, got free chocolate, got rained on during the show about the history of Hershey's, and ate chocolate peanut butter ice cream (which is now officially my favorite flavor), but after the two video entries (which I can't see because my internet at the hotel sucks this week) and the love quote (which is almost always true), I don't think mine seems as exciting anymore. Although I also went to Fallingwater this weekend, and it looked so pretty with the autumn leaves changing. And I went to a talk about The Last Lecture with the co-author of the book, which left several audience members crying. Oh, and I got to see my sister.

And I'm still sick...

But chocolate! makes me happy.

HAHAHAHA

"It's all about love.

We're either in love,
dreaming about love
recovering from it,
wishing for it or
reflecting on it."

--Michael Buble, singer

"It's all about dick.

first a serious post about when to stop. then something about ppd tests. unacceptable. it is my responsibility to lower the level of dialogue in this blog.

yeah i went there.

A 2nd Year's "Would you rather"

Tomorrow afternoon, in Lab B (the dungeon of DUCoM), I will inject a practice saline shot into my partner's arm, then I will administer a PPD test--assuming that my first shot is in the appropriate position and depth under the skin. Or maybe my partner will be brave and would rather go first.

It's funny, it's one of the most exciting things to learn--my first time giving anyone a shot! But it's also one of the more nerve wracking things too. I don't know whether I'm more afraid of giving the shots or being on the receiving end. :( You see, from what I hear, you can be of the lucky ones who leave the lab with just two wheals on your arm (one from saline, one from the actual Tb test). Or you can be among the misunderstood who look like drug abusers with 4 maybe even 5 wheals!

I'll let you know how it turns out >.<
(INNER SPAZ!)