umbes 50% draftidest lõppevad mõttega “täna oli hea päev” ..
et siiiis!?

astusin oma põhimõtete vastu täna. mitte küll väga rängalt, sest.. no need mõtted on ju väga-väga kaua juba peas olnud ja need nö “põhimõtted” polnud enam nii teemakohased. st. aega on möödunud, eksole

ja irooniline on see, et kuigi ma korrastasin oma lemmiklugude playlisti (panin tähestikulisse järjekorda artistid ja lisaks veel kõik /üle kahesaja/ lood – jah, päriselt), siis olenemata sellest, et seal on umbes kõik bright eyes’i lood, väga palju the shins’ilt + margot blablalt + sufjan stevens’ilt ja band of horses’ilt ja no ühesõnaga miljonilt erinevalt bändilt miljon erinevat lugu siis on ta ikka mulle ette söötnud (shuffle) (viimased kõik tunnid!!!) ainult death cab for cutie lugusid (no on palju küll, agaaaa ikkagi). ja siis kui ükskõik, mis lugu tuleb, meenub mulle jälle, kuidas ma näiteks jalutasin vanalinnas ja käisin seal.. khm.. mäe peal lugemas “ja päike tõuseb” (mis mul ikka veel pooleli on, hekhekhek) NO IGATAHES, VÄGA NÕME

oeh. kõik on haiged ja palavikus ja köhas ja kõiges ja ma siis valutan kurku (sest ei ole viitsinud viimasel ajal salli kanda) ning põrnitsen kõiki, kes julgevad köhida >.> JA fastum gel on mu sõber (valusad lihased on ainus, mis mul viga saab olla. päris tõsiselt, palavik ei tõuse, köha on ka eriti harukordne. sõnun ära nkn khm)

ja lisaks nägin päeval und, kus üks tüdruk tahtis, et ma talle sõnumi saadaks ja dikteeris täpselt ette, mis kirjutama pean.. mnjah (isegi “lulz” jne : D)  ja siis palus, et ma helistaks talle kui kokku saada tahan (number algas 8′ga). aga ma ei helistanud.. ja siis pärast ta ütles “ups, ma unustasin, et islandi numbrid siin ei tööta”.. hmm, okei. PÕNEV

ja noh.. ma peaksin õppima.. AAAHHHHHH, igav
(i am a boring person, i thought you knew this and i am sorry)

hommikul oli nõme FFFFUUUUU- moment, kui avastasin, et kell on 47 minutit liiga palju. 6 minutit panin riided selga + pesin hambad + meik ja 6 minutit (kiir)kõndisin kooli, palju ei jäänudki vist hiljaks. lihtsalt mingi zombienägu oli peas ja juukseid kammisin ka alles peale esimest tundi, lahe.

agaaaaa “kuritöö ja karistus”e töö sai tehtud, ehk veab nelja välja. AGA kõige tähtsam on see, et mul on nüüd tohutult palju rohkem vaba aega, et teisi raamatuid lugeda (ja, ausalt, mul on lausa nimekiri teostest, mida raamatukogust võtta // samas ka “kuritöö ja karistus” rahulikult lõpetada) + salli kududa (kuigikuigi ma lubasin selle nädalaga valmis saada, aga möödunud on palju rohkem. seega peab nüüd kindlasti kiiresti tegema) + filme vaadata. oh.

eijaaa, ma ei tea. väsinud

now i know you’re tired
but there’s some things you shouldn’t do
like giving your time
to people who don’t care for you

oh, fuck you
no one makes you read it

(direct hint to you know who you are)

I am so tired. This week has been really busy at work which has been a stark change from the first 4 weeks I’ve worked there. It’s nice to not be bored, but yikes do I come home tired.

Keith is at a basketball game, after which he’ll be heading to Kansas City leaving me all alone for the weekend and first part of the week. So my plan is to clean and take lots of naps. My first one is going to start in about 23 seconds.

So, this has to be it. Man, am I boring.

I’ve gotten used to writing these blog posts at work, but today I actually had work to do for the whole 7 hours! And I’m attending my first Pitt basketball game tonight, so I’m writing this on my phone via the WordPress app while I’m on the bus.

This app is pretty convenient, I email my posts to myself at work because I’m trying to preserve some amount of privacy between work/blog.

But my one issue is that there’s no way to reply to comments. So I see them and get all excited, then can’t reply and forget. So I’m not an a-hole, just scatterbrained.

But all of the sudden (only beginning this month) writing and reading on the bus makes me really carsick. Bussick. So I will leave you with this picture I snapped on Tuesday. It made me laugh even through all my mouth pain.

trenn oli raske, ikka veel (neli tundi peale) on tohutu väsimus peal. ei jaksa midagi tehaaaa. einoh, seda ka, et loomulikult olin ma ainus, kes poooole raskemad raskused võttis ja vahepeal täiega alla anda tahtis (AGA EI) : D

+ see “õige toitumine” on ka raske. kuus korda päevas süüa on ikka ulme.

29ndal on koormustest, appi!

(ainus osa päevast, mil pea tühjaks saab = rõõm)

Hello human!

If you accidentally came up here, then I don’t care if you did accidentally come up here.

This post is made to inform those who want to be informed as to why my replies( in FS) are extremely late.

So, let’s get to the point.

My stoopid PC is the main reason for my long absence in the world of internet.

Second, tests flooded a while back, so the chance of me getting hold of a mouse and typing madly with the computer keyboard is nearly zero.

But since I am so great and awesome , as if, I had the chance of a lifetime( not really, a bit exaggerated, ne?).

I’m currently in an Internet Cafe, again.

You may refer to my previous post if you wanna know why Internet Cafe’s aren’t likeable(for me).

And I also got back home quite early.

I did finish my tests early, so , without wasting any precious time, I went home early.

And my tests were REALLY difficult.

I’ll be posting rants and rants about my dear tests on the next post, if chances love me.

So, here you are. At the end of the post. Hope you won’t hate me for being , yet again, stupid and absolutely random( Who in their right minds will waste a post explaining why she replies late? I will. And its not just stupidity and randomness, laziness is also another reason why I made this post. Don’t ask me why. My answer is and will be confidential. XD)

=I miss Adobe=

T^T

No real post today, I had a very very painful dentist trip this morning which had me taking vicodin at work on an empty stomach resulting in ZombieKatrina.

I’m now home and going to bed, so I’ll regale you all tomorrow with more stories about my mouth.

I bet you can’t even stand the excitment.

xoxo.

ajatust ei saagi vaid nupulevajutusega kaotada

peavalu, kurguvalu ja muud
ei ole hea (magada tahaks)

I’m so bored I can’t think of anything to post. I actually almost forgot, which would have ruined the past 2 weeks of posting.

So while Keith is at the Pitt game, I’m going to sit here and make an epic grocery list for the next two weeks, because that’s one of my favorite things to do.

(I am 47 at heart.)

Oh, and I wish we didn’t have a dumpster for our garbage because I would totally buy these:

happy sacks via suckUK

saime pildid kätte. üllatavalt õnnestunud sel aastal. eelmisel läks veidi paremini küll, aga võib rahul olla. klassipilt vaid veidi veider. portreepildil öeldi mind olevat kurb (ja mind häirib kui pärast veel seda jutu sisse võeti – otsene vihje). ma ise küll nii ei väidaks, pilk on rohkem.. ei teagi. no vanemaks olen jäänud, seda kindlasti. eelmine aasta jäädvustati lahke, naeratav nägu (silmad särasid ka, laksu all ehk – kõik võib olla). samas.. (ma nüüd täpselt küll ei mäleta, millal meil pildistamine siis oli) vist olin rõõmsameelsem tol ajal ja oli põhjust seda näidata?

imelik on vaadata lausa. “see olen tõesti mina?”. lisaks jõudsin järeldusele, et kõige rumalam tegu oli see huuleneet teha ja kõige targem oli see ära võtta. ega mõistus pole oma teha.

arutlesime emaga nii tund aega klassipildi üle. kes on kes ja kes on ilusamaks kasvanud, kellel valet värvi kingad jne. kõik on vanemaks saanud, seda kindlasti. nurisesin tükk aega piltide kompositsiooni ülegi (JA ÕIGUSEGA!) fotograaf oleks võinud ikka rohkem tähelepanu pöörata inimeste asetusele ja taustale. samas ütles ema, et arvatavasti olen ma ka ainus, keda tõsiselt häirivad need apsud (va sõbrapildid, need olid nii halvasti seatud, et kõik panid tähele – ma arvan). nojahnoh.

Welcome to the Riot Hooping blog!  I’m Riot, an avid hoop dancer living in Savannah, Georgia.  I was a gymnast for some years, but put that down for soccer.

Then I put soccer down for knitting. 

Now I juggle my time between knitting and hooping because they are both very addicting activities.  Both also help to relieve my mind and body of stress.  After hooping in the local parks and receiving compliments from strangers about my hooping skills, I began to seek at a semi-professional career as hoop dancer. 

I’ve only just begun my hooping career and you’re welcome to follow my progress from here. 

So in one of my other babbling posts, I mentioned that my teeth were bothering me. Well, I had today off thanks to all those veterans and although it seriously pained me to do so, I headed to the Pitt Dental Clinic wayyy early this morning in order to be seen by the emergency clinic.

This is not my first time going there, nor my first time for an emergency visit so I knew what to expect. It’s 46$ to be seen for an emergency and the wait was about an hour, not fantastic, but really, beggars can’t be choosers.

I think that the general waiting room population is pretty freaking sketchy and today was no exception. One lady pulled a bottle of vicodin out of her purse to share with one (very in pain) fella. The same lady began talking to anyone who would listen about her life and at one point even said: “My mom’s husband – I would call him my dad but he’s only 5 years older than me.” Classy patients here.

I was finally called back and he went through all sorts of painful tests to see exactly what was bothering me and where it was. The worst part was not the slamming against my teeth with a little metal stick, nor putting this little pick in my gums and leaving it there for the x-ray, but the actual x-ray itself. Maybe I just have an abnormally tiny mouth, but those stupid things that they make you bite down on to take the x-ray? DO NOT FIT. My dentist guy had to pull some pretty slick maneuvers to make it so that I was able to close my mouth. Not Fun.

It was eventually decided that I needed an extraction and a root canal. Along with the root canal, I would eventually need a post and a crown, making it an easy grand. The extraction would only be 100$ but they couldn’t do both in the same day (nor would I have wanted them too, ouch). Since both of these ghetto teeth are neighbors, they couldn’t prove exactly which tooth was the hurty one. I decided I would get the one tooth pulled and hope that it was the killer one, even though I am pretty sure it’s Mr. NeedsARootCanal.

So my little dentist takes me to make an appointment for the extraction and then we go upstairs to make a future appointment for the root canal.

He tells the lady what I need and she gives me a funny look.

“What does the rest of your afternoon look like?”
“Uhhh…”
“We just had a cancellation, we can get you in today, but otherwise you’ll have to wait until January.”
“Uhhh…”

At this point my mind is racing because I DO NOT want to get a root canal today. But at the same time, I also DO NOT want to get a tooth pulled. Since I’m pretty sure the root canal needing tooth is the angsty one, I feel like it would probably be in my and my mouth’s best interest to get the sucker done today.

“Well I don’t WANT TO, but I guess I’ll take it as a sign and just do it today.”

“Okay, just go have lunch and be back by 1:15.”

Like anyone could afford lunch after dropping 297$ at the dentist. And that’s only half of it. The rest they are letting me pay in installments.

Another little dentist hears this conversation and we get on the elevator with him.

“How’d you get in so soon? You must be VIP!”
“Oh yea, I am sooooooooooo lucky.”

Oh, and I get to go back next Tuesday to get the other one pulled. Hooray!

-All joking aside, the Pitt Dental School is pretty awesome. While they are by no means cheap, I’m sure that they are world’s cheaper than a regular dentists. The students are all very nice and explain everything they are doing. They also are very non-judgemental. Whereas the lady at MedExpress almost made me cry, this guy was all up in my grill and never once scolded me, even though I probably really deserve it.

So two thumbs up for the Pitt Dental School, two (potential) thumbs down for root canals.

Es medio paradójico, pero de las cosas que más más sé, es de las que menos me entusiasma escribir. La parajoda? Justamente, como es de lo que más sé, es de lo que más puedo escribir, pero de lo que menos ganas tengo. Tal vez es porque cuando no se sabe mucho de algo, pega el factor “asombro” y eso entusiasma y uno trata de re-transmitir con el mismo entusiasmo que le dio a uno.

De las cosas que uno sabe, uno las sabe. Ya las procesó, ya las masticó. No es que no me guste retransmitirlas, pero ya las tengo grabadas tan a fuego que me son tan naturales como el aire que respiro. Si me hubiera puesto a escribir este blog cuando las iba aprendiendo, probablemente me habría explayado más. No me pondría ahora a escribir un post sobre termodinámica “clásica”, me moriría de embole, pero ya metí algunas cosas sobre cosas más locas. Lo mismo con otros temas. Podría hablar tanto pero tanto de la célula, el ADN, la cromatina y toda la bola que podría llenar el blog de esas cosas… pero qué pocas ganas!

Cual es la contracara de esto? Que de lo que más hablo es de lo que menos sé. Lo cual no quiere decir que no sé nada, pero no sé tanto como por ahí quisiera. No creo que esté mal, la idea es dar a conocer ciertas cosas. Si usted lo lee y le interesa, bienvenido sea, busque y lea, sepa más que yo y siga profundizando.

Lo cual me lleva a pensar sobre qué podría hablar hoy. Hace un tiempo que tengo ganas de hacer un buen post sobre evolución. No “evolución vs religión” o cosas por el estilo que ya metí. Si no un buen buen post. “Especiación alopátrica”. Sabe usted qué quiere decir eso? o “Equilibrio Puntuado”? Hay mucha gente muy grosa atrás de eso, pero sería imposible arrancar un post sin que en el primer párrafo se diga “Darwin vs Lamarck”. Darwin… Darwin definitivamente se merece un post, y se merece que sea este año, por los 200 años de su nacimiento, los 150 de la Teoría de la Evolución y demás. Sí, claramente se merece un mini homenaje.

Qué más? En el último año pocas cosas trajeron más gente a este blog que la palabra “Emergente”. No sé cómo, o por qué, pero claramente a la gente le interesa saber qué es un fenómeno emergente. Y no sé si quedó bueno el post en el que hablé al respecto. Cada tanto releo alguno y veo que estaban más cargados de tirar mierda que de realmente dar a entender algo. No sé por qué, pero en ese momento lo sentía así y tengo derecho. Podría meterme más en eso -no se da una idea de todo lo que hay atrás de eso- lo que puse es simplemente la puntita del iceberg (Yapa: Por qué flotan los icebergs?).

Soy conciente uqe todavía debo el post de las dimensiones fractales… ya llegará. Soy una mente dispersa no-lineal, y se corren ciertos riesgos cuando se programan cosas: Las cosas se hacen, pero en tiempos no-ortodoxos. Mala suerte.

Paciencia. (Me lo digo más a mí que a ustedes)

representin' even in mexico.

Podcasts.

Some people listen to them daily, some people have little to no idea what they even are. A year ago, I leaned more toward the latter. I understood the basic premise, but I couldn’t see how listening to some stranger talk for 30 minutes or longer could possibly be interesting.

Enter Keith into my life. He’s a big fan of podcasts, listening to several daily. I had seen him wear his Keith and the Girl shirt on more than one occasion and it eventually came up in conversation. He mentioned that I should check it out, he thought I would really like it.

Earlier this summer, I downloaded a few episodes and gave it a try the next time I was on the bus. It took a little getting used to a first, listening to a talk show, but it was pretty funny stuff.

Even so, my commute wasn’t that long and I hated syncing my phone, so I soon fell behind and gave up.

Right before I started my current job, Keith and I were talking about my commute and the fact that I would be on the bus for ~2 hours a day. Keith remarked, “That will give you plenty of time to listen to Keith and the Girl!”

So I downloaded a few more episodes and started to listen in the mornings and listen on my lunch break. I don’t know what it was this time around, but I found it so much funnier. I have even been that crazy girl on the bus laughing to herself many times this past month.

Now, since most of you don’t know, Keith and the Girl is a comedy talk show sort of deal hosted by a comedian, Keith Malley and his writer/singer/former clown girlfriend Chemda Khalili. They. Are. Hilarious. They have all sorts of different guests on their show, from fellow comedians to friends to fans. They talk about all sorts of subjects, current events, personal anecdotes, etc. They are a bit vulgar at times (most times), so prudes should probably stay away. But seriously they make me lol in public, and make me almost not dread my 2 hour bus commute.

I occasionally forget I am listening to a show and feel like I’m just sitting in a room listening to friends talk, that’s how laid back their show is. If you have lengthy commutes or always have a hard time picking which music you want to listen to, I definitely recommend checking out the Keith and the Girl podcast, give it a few tries and if you don’t think it’s funny, then you have no soul.

My face hurts. Specifically, my teeth.

Sometime Saturday night, one of my molars began to ache a bit. I’ve had toothaches on and off for ages, so it was nothing new. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and used some Listerine, hoping I could head-off whatever was about to happen.

It seemed to work, and I didn’t feel much more that night. Until I fell asleep. I was woken 2 hours later by excruciating pain. If you’ve never had a toothache before, you probably wouldn’t understand how all encompassing the pain is. It feels like your head is going to explode. I laid there in bed, brought to tears due to how much it hurt and also due to the fact that there was nothing I could do about it. It was 2am Sunday morning, and not only was no dentist open, I have no dental insurance.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth again and took a few Advil PMs, hoping maybe those could do double duty in stopping my pain and helping me to sleep. I crawled back into bed and after another 10 minutes of weeping, I remembered I had 3 Percocet leftover from when my gallbladder revolted (another story for another day). I went in the bathroom and dug the bottle out, only briefly considering the fact that I already took Advil PM before popping one in my mouth. At least if I died, my mouth wouldn’t hurt anymore.

Back in bed and it began to work, dulling my pain and knocking me out in one fell swoop.

The next morning I woke up in a tolerable amount of pain, but any pain that feels like your brain is due to explode isn’t fun. The whole right side of my jaw was also nice and swollen. Keith’s step-dad’s dad is dentist of some sort so Keith made a few phone calls (because he is wonderful) trying to figure out what I could do thanks to not having any insurance. They suggested I go to a MedExpress and try to get an antibiotic and maybe a painkiller.

I’m no stranger to MedExpress, I’ve been a few times, once on the tab of my old employer, and once when I had strep throat (but had insurance). So I knew it was going to cost a lot, but I really had no choice. It was 115$ to be seen and they said something about 10 days of treatment following, but I was so put-off by the bedside manner of the doctor that saw me, I sure as hell hope I never have to go back. She was incredibly rude and basically yelled at me telling me I need to see a real dentist. OBVIOUSLY, but are you footing the bill, doc?

She wrote me some prescriptions and we left, filled those which cost me another 100$ and I was home and broke. My face feels a lot better, thank you, Vicodin. But now I get to spend my day off on Wednesday going to the Pitt Dental School and attempting to get them to fix me without taking several of my limbs as payment.

I blame all of my teeth problems on my fear of dentists and general poverty. I had the absolute worst dentist growing up and I was scarred for life. The problem tooth is actually thanks to him drilling too close to the nerve years and years ago.

I can’t wait til I’m old enough for dentures.

päevakirjeldused pole minu ala, seepärast jääb ka too valmisvorbitud sissekanne avaldamata.

päeva õhtusse veeredes suutis meeleolu jälle suhteliselt alla minna. virtsus ja surnuaial ja vanavanaema juures sai käidud – need olid vahelduva eduga toredad. värskendav jne. sall on ka pooleldi valmis, lõng sai otsa.

tahaks inimesi ümber vahetada. et igapäevane keskustelu ei keerleks välimuse ja kehakaalu jms ümber. loogiline oleks, et normaalse mõistusega inimene ei lase end sellest mõjutada, aga näe. ehk mul ei ole siis “normaalne” mõistus. võib-olla ei ole see lihtsalt võimalik. haiglaslikuks on see kõik igatahes muutunud (ja ma saan sellest aru, lihtsalt ei oska midagi ette võtta)

vahel ma soovin, et mul oleks ajukasvaja või mingi muu “you’re gonna die in seven days” bs, et ma suudaksin end nii kaugele viia, et võtta ühendust inimestega, kellega ammu juba suhelnud ei ole, aga kes ikka veel midagi tähendavad, või nendega, kes minuga veresidemega seotud on, aga nad ise seda lihtsalt ei tea. ma ei julge, ma ei julge, ma ei julge. ja mul on vaja põhjust, et sellest üle saada.

üldiselt.. ma väga kardan, et ma ei saa enda surma kontrollida. näiteks häirib mind see, kui autos, kus ma ise istun, juht parasjagu telefoniga räägib vms. äkki juhtub midagi ja ma olen tegemata jätnud kõik need asjad. (siin peaks vist juba põhjus olema, miks need ära teha, eksole!? sest kõike võib ju juhtuda ja just praegu võib mul ajus veresoon lõhkeda ja kõik jääkski tegemata, ma ei saaks isegi seda postitust avaldada) aga samas kui ma ikkagi julguse kokku võtaks ja kõik need inimesed (taas) üles otsiks, siis.. oleks kõik tehtud põhimõtteliselt. ja siis ma jälle vist kardaks iseennast, sest. ei ma ei tea. ma tegelikult ei usu, et sellest kõigest midagi head tuleks. mu peas toimub loomulikult kõik pessimistlikumalt a’la “aa, sa oled ka elus v? okei, ja siis?” hah. jah. ma ei tea.

pea peal on rohkem kui tohiks

No real post today because one of my molars decided to wreak havoc on my jaw last night and I’m still in pain today. Of course I have no dental insurance until January.

But this picture never fails to put a smile on my face. No idea where it came from, don’t sue me.

love.

kudusin ja kudusin ja kudusin, panin vastumeelselt vardad käest ära, et homme autos midagi teha oleks. taustal kuulasin the most evil women in history dokumentaali ja nüüd ultramelanhooli, peaks vist magama minema?

täna sõin mina karu ära, aga teatud pisiasjad, no ei saa neist üle ega ümber

eks ikka on lihtne öelda, et parem mitte mõelda neile asjadele, aga no kuidas ma saan kui see on kogu aeg mu sees ja ümber ja kõikjal

vaatasin family guy’d, siis üht söömishäirete dokumentaali, siis üht apollo 13 dokumentaali, kuula(si)n ultramelanhooli, kudusin, hetk tagasi pranglisin ka (haha)

halb on olla, ma ei tea. midagi on viga igatahes
(IT’S IN YOUR HEAAAAD)

homme virtsusse

Earlier this evening Keith and I were sitting on the couch. I was creeping around the internet, he was checking out some add-ons for one of his Xbox games.

I don’t really pay much attention when he plays but something caught my eye on the screen so I looked up for a minute. And started to think about how far video game graphics have come since we all started playing back in the 80’s.

I very vividly remembered the first game where the graphics blew my mind. I had to call my brother to get the name (which he surprisingly remembered!) but upon searching youtube for Ground Zero: Texas, I was taken back to the living room in my dad’s house the day we got Sega CD. It was one of the first games that used full motion video and was even directed by a Hollywood director. To say our minds were blown would be an understatement.

This started a whole conversation about consoles and games and favorites. For the record, my favorite Sega game was Road Rash III, but my favorite Nintendo game was absolutely, without a doubt, 100% A Boy and his Blob.

If you are not familiar with the game, your life sucks.

In the game you are the boy and your blob bops around following you wherever you run. He’s a little slow though so sometimes you have to wait a bit for him. His entire purpose is to turn into whatever you need and you accomplish this by throwing him jelly beans. Different flavored jelly beans turn him into different things (a hole in the ground, a trampoline, an umbrella, etc (except for the ketchup, those do nothing (like you would do anything for a ketchup flavored jelly bean?))) To get him to turn back into his blobby form and follow you again, you just give a little whistle.

The game is awesome. Incredibly weird, but still the best thing ever.

While searching for a video, I came across a video of a Wii version and I am 7 year old Katrina again, MIND BLOWN and now I need a Wii.

NEED.