Quick recap

I made it out the Haunted Corn Maize again this year. And although not as frightening as in years past, it still scared the beejeebers out of SOME of us. The best part was getting the heck out of there and making our way to the the Lighthouse Inn.

All good corn mazes end at the Lighthouse:

At some point in the night Erin got a hold of a teeny pumpkin, gutted it and brought it to the bartender. Here is the conversation that followed:

Erin: Can I get a shot of whiskey in my pumpkin?

Bartender: Hell Yeah I'll pour whiskey into your pumpkin!

It looked something like this.

In other news, I voted today! My ballot looked something like this:

Yes √

Yes √

Obama √

No √

No √

Yes √

Yes √

Well, something like that anyway. 

One last announcement: I think we should all go to this: SHINING PARTY AT TIMBERLINE LODGE !!!

No movie to date has caused me more nightmares than the Shining did. Seriously. Sometimes I see Jack Nicholson sitting courtside at a Lakers game and I cry a little. 

Hmm...

Dear Diary, 

I am pooped!

love, 

julia

Things of interest this week

Did you watch the debate yesterday? I sure did and I learned a lot. Here's a picture of Joe Plumber, McCain's new pet. As you can see he is bald, but under McCain's health plan he will have $5000 to buy hair, which will give him the confidence he needs to finally start his own plumbing business. McCain, you win!
Oh, by the way I feel much better, thanks for asking. Your hundreds of get well cards and flowers have lifted my spirits and cured me. My good health has enabled me to partake in one of my favorite activities: drinking at bars. As most of you know my "going to school and getting up early" has really cut into my drinking at bar time. However, I was able to share this precious time with my friends Anna and David the other night. While at the bar we opened up an anatomy book tucked away on the "library" shelf (along with Hornitos-brand dominos) and found something similar to this:

The sensory homunculus. In the field of neurology, he is apparently known as 'the little man inside the brain.' He reflects the relative space human body parts occupy on the somatosensory cortex and the motor cortex. The lips, hands, feet and sex organs have more sensory neurons than any other parts of the body, so 'the little man inside the brain' has correspondingly distortedly large lips, hands, feet and genitals, so says Wikipedia. Now we know!

Well, if this actually gets published it will be an act of God, as I've been having some difficulties with my cable modem. Here is a graph to illustrate DSL users vs Cable Modem users. Interesting! Probably even more interesting is the graph that this reminded me of. Please see upper right corner... As Biggie said, more money, more problems. Remember that, Joe Plumber.

SICK!

Somehow between yesterday and today I managed to get sick. I shoulda seen it coming: hazy thoughts, sleepy eyes, non-sensical mumblings. I'm pretty sure a tv commercial once told me that drinking tomato juice was a great way to get your daily servings of vegetables, but not even bloody marys could save me from this impending doom. I've since researched the medicinal benefits of whiskey and am pleased to report that when combined with hot water, lemon and honey it may be used to effectively treat the common cold. Or at least get you drunk enough to forget you're sick. Here's my cat, Neera, after drinking two such hot toddys. She doesn't even know she should feel bad.

blog log blog

I caved. This is my blog.

First off: It's racquetball season! For anyone interested please contact either Ben Hubbird or myself for more information. We are probably going to get a membership at a fancy club that has weight machines and treadmills. Take that economy!

Moving on, the Mighty Oregon Ducks defeated the meek UCLA Bruins 31-24. Joe Montana was at the game too. I mean someone told me that. I didn't actually see him, but I'm sure he was probably looking for me. The highlight of the game came when two clearly drunk fans got in a brawl and fell over the side onto the field behind the UCLA bench. While trainers were attending to a possibly-paralyzed Bruin wide-receiver on the field, EMTs were strapping one of the wasted/broken fans onto a stretcher, further delaying the game. Needless to say, these events caused the 4th quarter to go on for many, many hours and I didn't get home until nearly 3am. Overall, it was a good night.

What else has been "going on" you ask? School. Lots and lots of school and clinical work. I'll save that for another time, though. I have a lot to say on the topic.

Oh, politics! Well, I can now sleep at night because I've done my part. That's right, I bought an Obama t-shirt from a nice young lady outside of Autzen Stadium yesterday. It has the Oregon "O" with "bama" written under it. Clever. She wanted $15, but I only had $10. She agreed! What a deal! Now I can show my support for the U of O and the presidential candidate Barack Obama on one shirt! Remember to vote!

Why should you vote? Oh, I know because we're fucked! For example, little old me, with my chronic sinusitis and weird eye condition and 7 STDs got denied health care coverage for having a "pre-existing condition". This particular health care plan, PROVIDENCE, can eat a dick. And no, I don't have "7" STDs. What I do have, however, is a deep hatred for the way medical insurance companies are run in America. This may relate to the fact that it has been part of my job for the past few years to call insurance companies and try to get certain services covered for patients. These "services" range from MRIs to physical therapy to prescription medications. ESSENTIAL services. Unfortunately, most insurance companies require authorizations for many of these services, therefore wasting valuable time of health care professionals and patients. So you can see why I'd be so upset to find out that when I quit my job and lost my benefits I found myself paying more than my car payment every month on a health insurance plan that I rarely use. All because no other insurance plan will cover me. BOOOOOOOH!

Speaking of "Boo" it's almost Halloween! The number one contender for a costume this year is a play on the rubik's cube idea I had a few years ago. It was easy enough to make: cardboard box and construction paper. This year, however, I have noticed a trend with online costumes. Sexy costumes! Who wouldn't want to be a "sexy" nurse ( I mean, what do you think all this school is for?) or a "sexy" maid or even a "sexy" police woman? Well, in a flash of brilliance I decided to be a "sexy" rubik's cube! It'll just have a top and three sides, leaving little to the imagination *wink*wink. However, this idea may have to be put on the shelf seeing as a bee costume has been ordered on my bee-half. Feel free to use my idea. It's a really good one.

Well, that's all for now. Back to homework and hot toddy's and then to Anna's house to watch Dexter tonight. Don't worry, I'll surely blog about all his murderous antics. That Dexter!