Since I haven't had my eyes looked at in over a decade, I wasn't really prepared for the exam. First stick your chin here. Then they zoom this thing in, I focus on a picture of a hot air balloon down a long road, and it gives a basic guess as to your prescription. Then you go from there to the exam room. They ask some questions on your history; do you smoke, any problems, etc. Then the part that I expected - which is clearer? 1 or 2? Read the smallest line you can. But then there were the drops.
He said, "I'm going to put drops in your eyes, but they won't affect your vision."
Gave it a second to do what it needed, and handed me a tissue to blot my eyes with.
It was like that creepy yellow bastard in Sin City (@ :40 & 1:20 marks)
when he bled and it was neon yellow. NEON YELLOW CAME OUT OF MY EYES.
That's just not right.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Oh, Danny.
Why is it that people crying (comically, of course), makes me laugh SO HARD?
Examples Something's Gotta Give - Diane Keaton
And this:
Examples Something's Gotta Give - Diane Keaton
And this:
Monday, August 11, 2008
SO incredibly messed up.
I watched the first two episodes of Dexter last night, on recommendation from a friend.
That show? Is SO FUCKED UP.
And I'm almost afraid to admit... that I liked it. I almost feel like it is so creepy and bizarre that I shouldn't like it.
But I kinda do. Plus, the mild mannered gay brother from Six Feet Under is killing people now.
Awesome.
That show? Is SO FUCKED UP.
And I'm almost afraid to admit... that I liked it. I almost feel like it is so creepy and bizarre that I shouldn't like it.
But I kinda do. Plus, the mild mannered gay brother from Six Feet Under is killing people now.
Awesome.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Did something rash
Ok, so...
I've been a bit frustrated/bored with work lately and started to daydream about new careers. First it was flight attendant.
Flight Attendant
So the thing you have to understand is that I spent a lot of my childhood on planes. Once a month from roughly the ages of 7 - 16 I flew by myself to visit my dad. I lived in Southern California, and my dad lived in San Francisco. (Which, coincidentally a decade later, is still my favorite city and I would love to live there one day.) It's not really like I admired them so much or that I thought what they did was so cool, but I always thought that I could do that - could travel the world and go anywhere I wanted and see everyone in my life that I miss and I wouldn't be in an office anymore!
Then, of course, I start to read up on the job. Long hours, insomnia, never staying in the same place for very long, crappy flights until you have worked there long enough, competition to get the job in the first place, and needing to know multiple languages to get International flights. And while I still thought I might do it, I was informed that my bff didn't want me to, for fear I might crash or something. A transcript with another friend:
me: I was thinking about becoming a flight attendant, but my best friend won't let me because she's afraid of wondering if I'm dead somewhere in the ocean every day
B: lol
a girl i dated was one
of those
she said it was MAD crazy fun
me: Who did she work for?
It seems like it's really a lot of work, though
B: american
it is
me: was she on int'l flights?
B: and you get shitty shifts when you 1st start
me: yeah
I figured
B: she did a few
i havent talked to her in a few months though
LOL
me: awww
sad panda!
B: i know
me: She was just on the go too much, eh?
Oh, and the hours
And the insomnia
madness
B: yeah
but you get to go around places
meet people
i should do it for a while
haha
all the cute girls i'd meet
..................
hm
me: ooooohhhhhhh
B, let's both do it!
We would have SO MUCH FUN
Even on the shitty shifts
B: yeah no kidding
i'll apply see what happens
me: party in a different city every night
B: what airline you thinking?
me: I'm not sure
I need to relearn a language first
So I can get on int'l flights
Those are totally better
B: pffft
we can work the regular ones and i'll teach you languages
me: hehe
I've got a little spanish
I want to learn sign
and italian
and french
and japanese
11:51 AM B: i can teach you all of those
me: nahhh
How you talk
B: yeah
i know all of those
nerd
me: suuuuuuuuuure
ok, let's DO IT
c'monnnn
B: i'm serious
i do
me: I know
B: and i could teach you
me: :)
Okay, so I've gotten off track. The title of this post is that I did something rash. Basically, when my friend convinced me that I shouldn't be a flight attendant, she suggested web designer. Sure, why not? I've got good computer skills & a decent sense of artistry & design. So I signed up for a class at the local JC. And then went to the library at lunch & got the only 3 books on the subject they had. (It's the smaller library). Wheeeee!
I've been a bit frustrated/bored with work lately and started to daydream about new careers. First it was flight attendant.
Flight Attendant
So the thing you have to understand is that I spent a lot of my childhood on planes. Once a month from roughly the ages of 7 - 16 I flew by myself to visit my dad. I lived in Southern California, and my dad lived in San Francisco. (Which, coincidentally a decade later, is still my favorite city and I would love to live there one day.) It's not really like I admired them so much or that I thought what they did was so cool, but I always thought that I could do that - could travel the world and go anywhere I wanted and see everyone in my life that I miss and I wouldn't be in an office anymore!
Then, of course, I start to read up on the job. Long hours, insomnia, never staying in the same place for very long, crappy flights until you have worked there long enough, competition to get the job in the first place, and needing to know multiple languages to get International flights. And while I still thought I might do it, I was informed that my bff didn't want me to, for fear I might crash or something. A transcript with another friend:
me: I was thinking about becoming a flight attendant, but my best friend won't let me because she's afraid of wondering if I'm dead somewhere in the ocean every day
B: lol
a girl i dated was one
of those
she said it was MAD crazy fun
me: Who did she work for?
It seems like it's really a lot of work, though
B: american
it is
me: was she on int'l flights?
B: and you get shitty shifts when you 1st start
me: yeah
I figured
B: she did a few
i havent talked to her in a few months though
LOL
me: awww
sad panda!
B: i know
me: She was just on the go too much, eh?
Oh, and the hours
And the insomnia
madness
B: yeah
but you get to go around places
meet people
i should do it for a while
haha
all the cute girls i'd meet
..................
hm
me: ooooohhhhhhh
B, let's both do it!
We would have SO MUCH FUN
Even on the shitty shifts
B: yeah no kidding
i'll apply see what happens
me: party in a different city every night
B: what airline you thinking?
me: I'm not sure
I need to relearn a language first
So I can get on int'l flights
Those are totally better
B: pffft
we can work the regular ones and i'll teach you languages
me: hehe
I've got a little spanish
I want to learn sign
and italian
and french
and japanese
11:51 AM B: i can teach you all of those
me: nahhh
How you talk
B: yeah
i know all of those
nerd
me: suuuuuuuuuure
ok, let's DO IT
c'monnnn
B: i'm serious
i do
me: I know
B: and i could teach you
me: :)
Okay, so I've gotten off track. The title of this post is that I did something rash. Basically, when my friend convinced me that I shouldn't be a flight attendant, she suggested web designer. Sure, why not? I've got good computer skills & a decent sense of artistry & design. So I signed up for a class at the local JC. And then went to the library at lunch & got the only 3 books on the subject they had. (It's the smaller library). Wheeeee!
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