Monday, April 30, 2012

Hunger Games Week Two

Total weight lost by moi: 4.8 pounds

Total weight lost by SCI-FI: 1.2 pounds

I'm currently in the lead, but don't count SCI-FI out...his weight tends to fluctuate, and tomorrow he might be down five pounds! I do have a slight edge, because as of today, I feel well enough to hit the gym again! Yay, working out! SCI-FI frowns on exercise, unless he's exercising his MEGA-BRAIN, so as I said, I have a slight edge. But SCI-FI also has testosterone on his side, which can't be discounted.

See you next Monday!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

I am in LOVE...

with my new bank!

It's local, it's open all the time (see=SUNDAY!), the customer service rep was super-friendly and helpful, and when I was opening my new checking account today, she didn't bat an eye when I used my LTC as a secondary form of ID.

Bank of America can kiss my lily-white ass.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Overheard at the Spa...

"Fresh off the boat from 'Jersey Shore'." - My colleague K., describing the clients we're about to massage.

He had a point.

Oh, and just as an aside, it would be to your benefit to mention to your massage therapist, BEFORE the massage, that you got a piercing in your forearm earlier in the day. Thanks ever so much.

Monday, April 23, 2012

It's pretty sad...

when the neighbor's rabbit hutches smell far more pleasant to me than the guy standing next to where I'm sitting on the T. Fresh rabbit urine and droppings are more tolerable than STALE HUMAN PISS. Ugh.

Hunger Games Update

Week 1: Down 3.2 pounds. 23 left to go...

SCI-FI is being coy with his totals, likely part of his overall strategy of lulling me into a false sense of security...but we shall see who triumphs in the end!


Sunday, April 22, 2012

Nyquil dreams...

I want to dick punch my subconscious. While wearing brass knuckles.

First RAH, now JIM CARREY?!

Seriously, what's wrong with Vin Diesel? Or Chris Hemsworth as Thor. In those jeans...mmmm.


Hey, Old NFO...where can I get some vindaloo around here? I'm envying you your vindaloo dreams.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Pity Party

I've had probably a month or so to write this paper, which is due early Thursday morning. Why is it that I only have a page and a half written so far? Why am I sweating bullets trying to finish it at practically the last minute? Procrastination SUCKS. Especially since I have two other projects, two exams, two concerts, and a final exam left to go. Plus I've been sick since Wednesday, missed two out of three days of work this week because of it (there goes my next paycheck), AND I got my period today. And dieting sucks. There. I'm done venting now. Bet you're relieved. But, least I'm not pregnant!

Monday, April 16, 2012


Weer'd: But what if we tip GUN?

Barter is a wonderful thing.

May the odds be ever in your favor...

Today marks the official start of the Christina LMT/SCI-FI Hunger Games. No, we're not going to fight to the death, we're competing in weight-loss. God, I'm going to be a cranky, raging bitch. My apologies in advance.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

I had an interesting dream last night...

RAH was my father-in-law. Yeah, we got it on.

I guess I read too many of his later books during my formative years.

Saturday, April 14, 2012


In the past few weeks, two therapists have been fired from my work. One for challenging our (tiny, pregnant) manager to a round of fisticuffs ("You wanna take this outside, huh? HUH?"). The other was texting on her iPhone. While she was giving a massage.

The stupid, it BURNS.

Monday, April 09, 2012

Fall 2012

I just registered for my fall classes! I'm going to be taking 16 credits: Intro to Nursing, Pathophysiology, Nursing Research (which is an online class), and Health Assessment. Two classes with labs, one of which, Intro to Nursing, is in actual facilities, with real live patients! Here's to hoping I keep them that way!

Friday, April 06, 2012

Hey, I recognize that!

As I look around during my long commute to school, I realize, "Yep, I've been on this particular train before."

Someone has defaced the sign on the door at the end of the compartment.
Instead of:

                         DO NOT LEAN AGAINST DOOR
                               NO PASSING THROUGH
it reads:
                         DO NOT LEAN AGAINST DOOR
                         NO   ASSING     ROUGH

Now, I've heard of "roughhousing", but "rough assing" is new to me. Hmmm...on second thought, I really don't want to know more.

Have a great weekend and a Happy Easter, everyone! I'm going to be working and studying for a nutrition exam. And working on a paper. And doing chemistry homework. Yay.

Thursday, April 05, 2012

I'm such a dork.

Why, oh WHY, did I feel compelled to mention "My Friend Flicka" during nutrition class? Just because the mom in that book had a thyroid issue due to iodine deficiency, and we were discussing iodine and goiter...*sigh* It's not like I'm in fucking 6th grade, I'm in COLLEGE.

Oh, well. At least I'm certain to be remembered. As that annoying, never-get-her-to-shut-up dork, if nothing else.

Monday, April 02, 2012


I was shocked when I got my chemistry exam back a couple of hours ago: I GOT A 97!!! I truly wasn't expecting that, especially after the professor disclosed at the beginning of lecture that the class average was 64.

Now I don't have to sweat the third exam as much, since the lowest exam grade of the three will be dropped. I am dreading the cumulative final, though...*GULP*.

I'm so looking forward to the summer! No class, my twins will be here, I'll still only be working will be good! I just have to get there...

Sunday, April 01, 2012

Please, for the love of all that's holy!

Don't wear overpowering (or ANY, really!) fragrance when you're getting a massage.

My first client of the day today was DRENCHED in perfume that smelled like the misbegotten child of baby powder and those blue things you put in your toilet tank. It made the back of my throat burn and my nose itch and run.

Plus, it had horrendous staying power: I could still smell it in my room at the end of my shift, four hours later.

Don't do it, people! Think of your therapists and take pity on their respiratory tracts! Thank you.