Hunger Games Pictures

Tati, Kelcie, and I went to see Hunger Games last night and Kelcie dressed up like she was from the Capitol...

Eleven O'clock And All's Well!!

Howdy, howdy, howdy!

I hope everyone has had a super fantastic week. I'm sure it's safe to say that most college kids would agree with me when I say this week wasn't nearly as good as last week but hey, there are still two whole days left of this one so who knows what that freak-a-deek could happen. I'm currently sitting outside my schools library enjoying the lovely sunshine :) Ahhh, weird that we live for so many months without seeing it and are ok with that. I guess if it was sunny all the time we wouldn't enjoy it as much when we do have it blah blah blah, or some kind of philosophical perspective like that. I happened to pick the place where some dude is gripping about some traffic ticket he received recently.....thankfully I have delightful sounds in my computer that block out his whining. I know three words that would solve any further cop problems, DON'T GET CAUGHT! Not that I would know anything about that shtuff.....

For those for you who didn't know Tristan also has a blog for school about her nursing shtuff. Check it out if I'm just a little bit to HI-larious for you. Tristan's Blog I'm going to take down the polls I have up on my blog but just to recap if you haven't had time to see what the viewers voted, if you even care, 4 out of 6 people voted that Nu Skin soap killed bacteria the best and not surprisingly only six people voted on what type of meal plan I should ask for when I go to Australia. Probably the same six people. Those six people are probably bored a lot if they're spending THAT much time on my blog. I love bored people that hang out on my blog. They're my six favorite people.

Poop poop me. Merlin is almost over :( Some of you seem to be confused who Merlin is. Merlin is my best friend that I play with every Friday night from 8-9. He's so great :) In fact here's a clip of him being so great.

YAY MERLIN!! Not the fish, the boy.


We're going to try something, bare with me...

It didn't work exactly like I wanted it too but this is good enough. I was tryin to take a picture with my camera on my computer and insert it straight into the blog but it was a bit complicated. Oh well, good enough.

I'm in the process of filling out my visa application so that I can buy my plane ticket. That's the newest internship news, other than I'm getting more excited for it.

 

Well, my tests this week are over and now to finish this school day I have my stats lab so I guess I should go to that...poop me...

Here is some music that those of you with good taste might like, or as my mom says if you have weird music taste and listen to druggy devil music you might like these.

Andrew Bird

Heartless Bastards

Pinch Me, I'm Not Green

Howdy all. I know I've blogged a lot the last few days and you may be sick of me but I don't really care. Throw me in your junk box if that's the case. Actually one of my old roommates boyfriends said that kaiya is the word for garbage in Thailand or somewhere like that so putting me in the junk box would be a fitting place for me. I hope all of you had a real great St. Patrick's Day yesterday. We had a pretty good time here. Kelcie and Shayli dressed up as leprechauns and we got ourselves some european snacks from Pirate O's down the road. Pirate O's is a international shop that sells food from all over the world. Kelcie and I got some Mars bars and Apple Beer. Mars bars are exactly like Milk Ways except way better because its european and lets face it, US chocolate sucks. Kelcie's pen-pal Noel a.k.a. Leo had told her that she should try a deep fried Mars bar. Leo is from Belfast which is in Northern Ireland. He's a pretty cool guy. Anywho, we tried deep frying the candy bar and after words Kelcie felt like she was an old fat man. I took pictures of her to document how accurately she felt. It was pretty great though. After that Kelcie mixed up a horrible concoction from our fridge that we played some Irish drinking games with. *shudders* It really was awful *shudders again*. It had stuff like jalapeño juice, tabasco sauce, worcester sauce, sugar, salt, pepper, some kind of sweet syrup for sodas, and other really nasty, bitter, vile things in it. Then we did some Irish jigging. It was a very good day. Pictures and some video can be seen here.

So this is the latest news with the internship. I asked if anything had been heard from UWW(still the same underwater world) and this is the reply I received "We have been following up but they said they are too busy at the moment to finalize the Training Agreement for you. However, they have confirmed verbally that they are definitely offering you the internship placement, so you can go ahead and book your flight. I will send you the Training Agreement to you when it is ready, hopefully soon, we will keep on following up." We won't book our flight until they send us my training agreement because I'm not exactly when they'll expect me to be there but it's a step in the right direction fer sur.

Six more weeks until school is out!!!! WAHOO!! Two more weeks til Merlin is over...*sniff sniff, wipes tear out of eye*

Coonzilla

This guy that I know, Tom, told me this story. Tom is a crazy guy I know from work. He has all kinds of nutsy stories. My mom briefly brought this story up on Sunday so I thought I'd share it all with you. 

ps. Sheryl is his wife.

Coon Hunting in Rose Park Part 2: Attack of Coonzilla

Tom here! Sheryl told me I need to write more blogs but I haven’t really had anything worth talking about until now. You are probably all familiar with the previous raccoon incursion into our little flock. After I dispatched that coon I thought we would be safe at least for a couple of months, but alas, it was not to be. An evil was lurking, a devil coon that would make the last one look like a pathetic mouse. Coonzilla.

Before I continue I should warn you, this post is graphic, if you have any children I recommend you read first before letting them read this brutal and bloody battle for our very lives!

I woke up about 430 to the sound of Ms Chickchick clucking concernedly (yes I can tell the difference between my chickens voices) It was not the shrieking sound of the previous attack, but still, chickens should not be awake at this time of night. I grabbed the gun, my trusty flashlight and ventured outside. As I opened the back door and entered my yard, the crisp cool autumn air held the faint hint of danger, mixed with the garbage that I forgot to take out from last week, but that is another story. I turned the corner to my coop, the shadows of my flashlight spilling ghostly shadows and images in front of me. Then I saw it. My light pierced through the gray mist of darkness that seemed like it would swallow up everything if I was unlucky enough to run out of AAA duracell batteries. and there it was. The demon coon. Coonzilla, in my coop, with his head fully inside the door trying, desperately, to push his large girth far enough into the chicken sized opening to satiate his massive hunger on the soft warm bodies of my egg laying pets.

Hearing my steps he stopped, backed his head out of the doorway and looked at me. Surprised to have been discovered, he ran up the tree next my bedroom window, not a hurried scared run, but simply a non chalant, slow jog to make sure he was in a more superior position. He didn’t go far. At 7 feet up he stopped, he turned and looked at me with derision, as if to say "ya you found me, so what" I was only 2 feet from the tree, I could almost reach out and touch him, yet he showed no fear. In his mind, he had nothing to fear, he was Coonzilla. I stared in awe of his massive girth. “my gosh" I thought "he is the size of a dog!" quickly I regained my composure, I lifted my rifle, pointed only feet from his enormous heaving chest, sure of his imminent death, and pulled the trigger.

In shock and horror I watched, not as he fell dead like I knew he must, but as he ran farther up the tree! Higher and higher he climbed, his movements more frantic now. He now knew I could hurt him. As he reached the apex of the trunk 30 feet up where it splits into 3 main branches, he stopped, and stared down at me. He was in the same spot as the last coon foolhardy enough to take on me and my chickens. With a strange feeling of de-ja-vu, I lifted the flashlight and my rifle up to position. I aimed at one of his demonic glowing eyes, now brightly burning into me with anger, and fired. With a terrible snarl, he fell from his perch. Through the thick blackness he fell, bounced off my neighbors shed roof, and into the corner between my house and the fence.

I moved in to make sure my foe was dead. He has to be dead now, he has to be! He was on his back, his chest still heaving but looking like he was in the last stages of life. Yet, as I got close his head jerked up, he stared as if into my very soul, and let out a snarl that would scare the most hardened murderous criminal. Shocked, yet prepared, I placed the nose of my rifle right up to his chest were a year of AP bio told me his heart should be. For the third time, I placed a Remington hollow point .22 rimfire lead slug into his body. In strange and bizarre fascination I watched him roll over back to his feet, and he began to walk towards me. With the barrel of my gun between Coonzilla and me I backed up and he slowly walked toward me. His once clean white teeth were stained with blood, he was wheezing like some sickening asthma attack, but now I had the beast head directly in front of me! I placed the gun between his eyes, he spat up blood but didn’t stop his inexorable march towards me. I pulled the trigger. Nothing! My gun had jammed!

With visions of Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone running through my head, I gained a new sense of determination, intent to crush his skull, I grabbed and barrel of my gun and swung it like a club with all my might into the bloody face of the demon zombie creature sent from hell! But it wasn’t enough! Although I changed his course away from me now, he was still alive. He turned to the right, he began to climb the fence. The puny reed fence I put up wasn’t enough to hold his great body and it began to fall back towards me. Just when I thought all was lost, a pickaxe swung from my peripheral vision and smote the great beast! The cavalry had arrived just in time! Sheryl swung with all the determination of a frontier wife defending her very children from ravenous wolves! She turned the coon around and he walked off about 10feet, and then collapsed.

We watched him for another 5 minutes until his barrel chest stopped moving...the beast was dead. I dragged his body to the porch and placed him in a large garbage bag. I debated whether or not I should behead the beast, burn the body and spread the ashes to make sure he didn’t come back, but instead I think will make a coonskin hat out of him, maybe two.

The Break of Spring

WAHOO!!!! I heart spring break!!! No school this whole week!! Totally freakin' rad man! Ahhh, :) I already love how summer is going to feel :) I ALMOST feel like giggling I'm so giddy. Monday was a very good way to start off the break. I mean what better way to kick off a party than with a party? Monday was my birthday and for those of you who sent emails, calls, texts, or all of the above I thank you very much *puts hands together and bows Chinese-like*. For those of you who didn't, it's going to cost you twice as much if you still want me to like you. *narrows eyes* you know who you are...I got money, some clothes, and the first season of Arrested Development. Good show. Monday I rode a horse, went hiking, bowling, and watched some of Arrested Development. My mom made a really yummy dinner of chicken marsala and garlic potatoes because she's the best that's why. On this day of my birth, I purchased my very first bottle of alcoholic liquid from the liquor store. There sure are a lot of types of alcohol. The best part about buying the wine was they put it in a brown paper bag before they gave it to me. Classy. What's in the bag? Not alcohol ;) My mom used the wine for our gr-r-r-reat dinner. I was told that Tony the Tiger is blue in Chile. Is there undiscovered areas of Chile we don't know about where the cats are blue or do Chileans really like brownies? Stay tuned for next weeks episode of "SMRT: Where's my 'A'?"

School is goin' alright. I had a test before the break and I think it went alright. We'll see though. I have three tests next week. wa-hoo....

I still haven't heard anything back from the Intern people. I've emailed them once asking about if UWW(underwater world) accepted me but they said they were still following up on it and hadn't heard anything back from them yet. ??? I was able to reach them from Salt Lake City, Utah! They are an hour away from UWW, so what's the hold up? If I ever find out I'll let you know. *shakes head with frustration*

I have a jump lesson today, which should be interesting. I haven't jumped since October and even then I sucked majorly. If you had tied a rag doll on the horse, you wouldn't have known the difference between the two of us. Anywho, I'm excited and ready to give my best, because really what more can a rag doll give? :)

Not super long I know. Here's a link to some pictures Kelcie took on our hike if you'd like to see them. Nothing special. For those of you who are still looking for the link, click on the coloured word 'link' above.

Comfortably Numb

Long time no blog eh. *deep breath* Well, here it goes.
Crazy, crazy, crazy life. Last week was a roller coaster ride. Monday my fabulous father took Mik, Shay, Kelc, and myself skiing at Deer Valley. He says I've been there before but I think he's getting me confused with their favorite daughter, Tristan. I say this because that place did not seem familiar to me at all. I skied a bunch with Kelcie and then after lunch Shayli joined us. Miki is a party pooper and ended the day earlier but that's ok because I've mostly forgiven her for that. It was a lot of fun though, and I'm glad we were able to go. The rest of the week wasn't as grand. Mostly because I'm emotional and fail at remaining calm.

Here's the scoop. So one of my good school pals, Kelly, was planning on graduated this semester with me and then going on to PA school(physicians assistant, for those who didn't know. I didn't know but I guess that's not saying a lot...at least I know what W-2's are) but because she wasn't accepted she decided to postpone her graduation, retake some classes to get her GPA up, and re-apply next year. This got me thinkin' see, because my GPA is much worse than her's and I was thinkin' about maybe someday applying to vet school, see. Vet school is in some ways tougher to get into than medical school, see. Ok fine, I'll drop the accent. Party pooper. I asked my dad what he thought about me doing the same thing, postponing and retaking classes. He said to talk to my counsler. "First, veterinary school is one of the toughest graduate programs to get into... very competitive, because there are so few Vet schools. Tho' they may set 3.0 as the minimum GPA for admissions, I would expect most admitted students have much higher GPAs (>3.7). Most grad schools, on the other hand, have 3.0 as there minimum GPA... and there are good programs where the median GPAs of admitted students are in the range of 3.4 to 3.5. That means half the admitted students would have GPAs <3.4-3.5. When I served on admissions committees, it was not unheard of to petition the grad school to admit a student with a GPA < 3.0. So it happens.." Is part of what my counsler said to me. He went on to say that if I retook all my classes I got a B- or worse and and did better in all of them then I would have a 3.1(I currently have 2.9 cumulative and 2.7 major) cumulative. This upset me because it seemed like there was no chance of ever getting into either one and I had always planned on doing one or the other. By having to retake classes I also felt like I had just burned all that money my parents put into my education. I still feel really awful about that. Anywho, my parents consoled me and I talked to some friends. Now things don't seem as bleek as before. I have postponed my graduation until further notice and will retake classes starting fall 2013. Very sad but I have to try.

As far as the internship goes I haven't heard anything back from them. I'll let you know when I do. Where the little red A is on the map is where I might be going for my internship. Mooloolaba, Australia.

Horse stuff is going well and lots of fun. Hawley Bennett, a Canadian silver medalist, was in town and gave a clinic over the weekend. My friends rode in it but I just audited. Still real good and makes me anxious to really get into horses and stop wiggling my toes in it. Oh! I just can't wait for May!

Other than that things are good. You should check out Of Monsters and Men if you're into that kind of stuff.

Blurb

This is just a real quick blurb for those who are interested. I e-mailed a guy that is currently interning at Underwater World and his description of what I'll be doing makes it sound like I might be able to get the experience that I am looking for. I majored in marine biology and says it's a good test for an area of the marine bio field. I told the intern people (Australian Internships aka AI) that UWW(Underwater World) sound like a good internship for me. They said that the area I'll be staying in doesn't provide student living so I'll be taking the homestay option. With the homestay I can choose to have meals provided for me or cook my own. I'm just curious what you all think would be better so I put up another poll. That's the newest news.