1655 cigarettes not smoked.
$9,735.00 and 12 days, 15 hours of your life saved.
Your quit date: 12/7/2009 6:32:06 AM
Or maybe just give me the Purple Heart?
Actually, I was considered a “high risk addict” but it was insanely easy to quit after three years of smoking. I always read how it’s easier to stop doing crack than to stop smoking, but I don’t have a crack addiction to compare it to, so I dunno. Oh well. I still quit and that makes me the winnar!
Now if I could do something about my pill and alcohol addiction….
Dizzy
I’m too dizzy abd sleepy to make a proper post. I shall see you all in the morning, 
Yep. It snowed last night. And this morning. And this afternoon. And this evening.
Icicles on my wind chimes:
A tree fell in the back yard. The snow on the old clothesline poles is an indication of how deep the snow is.
And the doghouse:
The neighborhood cars and my car:
Wires on the ground:
Icicles:
Lost little male guppy:
Water stained tank:
Reflections:
Dancing male guppy:
Needless to say, I had some other adventures tonight, but I’m putting them off. The power has flickered several times, and I’m kind of sore from sitting here and the 10 orgasms I had last night *smiles* We’re trying to break my 22 orgasms in a row, but not having much luck. Still, I’m up to 24 orgasms this year alone, and only had sex three times so far. *blushes*
Ice Storm ’10
We’re getting an ice storm right now. The power hasn’t gone out, but it flickered a few times, so I thought I’d update before all hell broke loose and just let everyone know that if you don’t see me for a few days, call me. If a month goes by, call the police; it means I’m dead from taking away the Seconal.
I will say that I love watching the ice through the orange barf glow of the street lamps. The glittering is so calming. To make matters better, the University is closed tomorrow, but I still have to get up and do an assignment, and then email it back to my professor. “Just because the University is giving you a day off doesn’t mean that I am. Anyone who doesn’t turn in the assignment by 9:50am tomorrow morning will have their final grade lowered a whole letter grade.” Wow. I log in to get the assignment, and it’s not there, so I email the professor. This is what I got back:
“Why do you students not talk to each other? I am NOT UPLOADING THE FILE UNTIL 9AM. YOU MUST BE AWAKE AND READY TO DOWNLOAD IT BY 9:05AM BECAUSE AFTER THAT, I WILL PULL THE DOWNLOAD!
And print out a copy and do a hard copy to bring to class on Monday. We’re behind schedule already.”
Geeze, teach, did they take away your mental pills or something? He’s the third person to give me a hard time today. I think it’s time to go slink off and take my meds and get to bed.
Just a little blurb that I discovered today.
Dennis’ Seconal pill bottle–the one with 99 refills at 30 pills per refill–was in the refill basket today.
He’s taken thirty pills in twelve days. And he wants more. And if I don’t refill them tonight at an all-night pharmacy, he’ll gladly do it on his way to the studio.
Tell me he doesn’t have a problem.
While you’re at it, tell me everything will be ok.
I just cleaned up this site to perfection. Anyone know anything different on here?
Since I just spent the last six hours tweaking the layout and purging the server, I’m going to bed. I’m nowhere near done with working on this, but I’ve already watched Saw VI three times and my laptop battery is dying. So it’s off to bed with me! I shall post a little more later on.
Micro Lab
We’re growing mini terrariums of plants in biology. Man, is it tiny. The initial water was just two table spoons. I took some pictures of the adventure.
The initial supplies:
Upclose:
Those seeds were a bitch to open and get out of that plastic bag:
Before water:
After water:
After water absorption:
The seeds have been planted:
I wonder what is going to grow?
Test Tubes
I am so going to piss off Dr. Buchanan tomorrow in lab:
And it’s so going to be worth it! XD
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
accomplishing more tasks than you ever thought imaginable. She is the being known as Wonder Girl and she is speaking, I believe. More? Aren't you brave!
