My hands have been really bothering me lately. I'm having trouble texting (not too big of a deal, but annoying none the less). Both of them are acting up. You know that feeling you get in your legs if you jog up stairs really fast? When they fill with lactose or whatever? That's why my hands feel like when I do stuff. I've been trying to Google information, but I just find the same articles over and over.
Chris is at his brother's house this weekend. =( I'm home alone. Well, I'm here with the cats. I'm working tomorrow and Sunday, so that's why I'm not at Dave's with Chris. I'm bored already.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Research
I was researching the 90's for a new story I'm working on. Did you know that on Wikipedia you can search for a year and it'll give you a run down of what happened? I typed in 1994. Here's what I found:
I went to youtube and found the video of the elephant attacking his trainers and then being shot. It just reaffirms my hatred for zoos and circuses. The trainer had cocaine and alcohol in his system when they did the autopsy; he had complaints filed against him before for abusing elephants. You'd think by the 90's that PETA and all those kinds of groups would've done something about the mistreatment of circus and zoo animals by then. And, since they hadn't, it kind of makes me think that almost twenty years later not much has probably changed.
So I clicked on "Tyke" for some more info.
August 20 – In Honolulu, Hawaii, during a circus international performance, an elephant named Tyke crushes her trainer Allen Campbell to death before hundreds of horrified spectators, at the Neal Blaisdell Arena.
Dude, that totally happened in Altoona, where I live, and I had no idea. Granted, I was 10 years old, but I have no recollection of hearing about this elephant running loose.
On April 21, 1993, 16 months before the incident in Hawaii, Tyke ripped through the front doors of the Jaffa Mosque during a performance and ran out of control for an hour in Altoona, Pennsylvania. An estimated 4,500 school children had to leave the building as it was evacuated, and the rampage caused more than $14,000 in damage.
I went to youtube and found the video of the elephant attacking his trainers and then being shot. It just reaffirms my hatred for zoos and circuses. The trainer had cocaine and alcohol in his system when they did the autopsy; he had complaints filed against him before for abusing elephants. You'd think by the 90's that PETA and all those kinds of groups would've done something about the mistreatment of circus and zoo animals by then. And, since they hadn't, it kind of makes me think that almost twenty years later not much has probably changed.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Failure
Well, I failed at NaNoWriMo. 5,000 words short. The last day of it, I was coming down with a cold (which I still am fighting off). I sat on my "thinking chair" (ha ha, Blue's Clues!) and just stared at my lap top. I couldn't even think. I'm still going to finish the book. Chris keeps telling me to hurry up and get it and the other one I finished published so he can "retire". Right...
Debating what to do for Christmas for the girls at the office. I was thinking about getting them each a nail polish that I think would fit them, but if I go with OPI (my natural choice), I'll be pushing $115 total, not including cards or any kind of wrapping. I don't want to go cheap, though. Sally Hansen nail polish is...ok, but not the best. Maybe I can find some middle ground with Orly or China Glaze at Sally's...that is, if Chris works out our bills and such and says it's ok for me to spend the money.
Originally, I was going to make my car payment late this month (like I pay it on time any other month or something) and get my Christmas present: a tattoo. But now we have to give Chris' mom money, we need groceries desperately, and I want to get stuff for my coworkers. My tattoo might have to wait til next year. :'(
I had a dream about getting a tattoo. For some reason, I wanted to get flames or something on my toes and I was calling tattoo places, or text them maybe?, and asking when they could get me in. They were being really mean to me.
Debating what to do for Christmas for the girls at the office. I was thinking about getting them each a nail polish that I think would fit them, but if I go with OPI (my natural choice), I'll be pushing $115 total, not including cards or any kind of wrapping. I don't want to go cheap, though. Sally Hansen nail polish is...ok, but not the best. Maybe I can find some middle ground with Orly or China Glaze at Sally's...that is, if Chris works out our bills and such and says it's ok for me to spend the money.
Originally, I was going to make my car payment late this month (like I pay it on time any other month or something) and get my Christmas present: a tattoo. But now we have to give Chris' mom money, we need groceries desperately, and I want to get stuff for my coworkers. My tattoo might have to wait til next year. :'(
I had a dream about getting a tattoo. For some reason, I wanted to get flames or something on my toes and I was calling tattoo places, or text them maybe?, and asking when they could get me in. They were being really mean to me.
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