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GRAVY! magnet fun! 2006-04-24 — 11:29 p.m. |
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So I have a fondness for beginning sentences with "so." Anyhoo, I also like transitioning with "anyhoo." This entry will be, among other things, an attempt to neither begin sentences with "so" nor transition with "anyhoo." I will not go back and erase either word if I accidentally type it. I will instead go back and write them in all caps to illustrate my idiocy. Ooh, I almost messed up right here! This should be entertaining. Ok. Tonight I had my first (and hopefully last, at least for a while) MRI. The doc thought I should get one because I've been having unilateral tinnitus for over a month now, and no one can figure out why. SO maybe the magnety pictures of my head will show them what's what. It was kinda weird ... but it wasn't nearly as bad as I had thought it would be. I made the mistake of opening my eyes when I was in there, and that was super freaking creepy, but I was smart enough to keep them closed for the rest of the time. SO the noises weren't that bad ... they actually drowned out the ringing in my ear for a blessed 40 minutes. The vibrating wasn't too bad either ... it was kind of relaxing in a bizarre way. The only seriously bothersome part was not being able to move and knowing that I was inside this creepy noisy vibrating magnet box (but that was my stupid fault for opening my stupid eyes when I got in there). The MRI tecnician was totally awesome. She looked and sounded just like the Pine Sol lady. My arm still feels weirdly cold from that wacky injection, but other than that, everything's OK now. Except for the CONFOUNDED RINGING IN MY LEFT EAR. ANYHOO, the first season of Dawson's arrived in the mail late last week and yes, I've already watched all of it and have since ordered the second season. Oh, Dawson, I hardly knew ye. You had such a big forehead, and you were such a whiny dipwad, and you looked like a creepy 35-year old trying to mack on high school sophomores, but when I first started watching it at the tender age of 17, I totally bought your angst. Jen, I hereby apologize for thinking you were pretentious, annoying, and looked like a pig, becuase I really got to like you towards the end. And Joey ... just stay the HELL away from that wacko $cieno cultazoid who is going to inseminate you in a few short years. Ryan just informed me that I have a mess all over my boobs. [I am wearing a shirt. He just likes saying the word "boobs."] I don't know how to eat Cheese Nips without leaving remnants all over myself. I'm like a tornado of crumbs and assorted particles. I will leave by sharing with youse guys this little gem from one of my students. The paper they're currently working on is about Luther's ideas on free will. Ready? Enjoy: "After struggling with free will of his own he created the notion that he could think for himself." Ah, higher education. |
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