Monday, April 17, 2006

The Human Touch...

I didn't think that this was very appropriate to shove in there with all that other crap from the last post, so this is its own cute little post.

Mom, my brother and I went to a dinner on Thursday night with some friends of our's. The husband is in the United States Military, and for awhile he was part of desert storm. He was telling me how everyone always asks whatIraq is like and what war is like and so on and so on. But this guy told us that the experience that had the most impact on him was the lack of physicality between people. This guy, like me, is a very touchy person, and I'm not really sure why no one else would ever touch each other. he said the only physical contact any of them ever had was handshakes. There was no hugs for comfort, nothing. just a simple quick handshake, and this wasn't even with the guys he was in the field every day with. This was just with strangers.

I get that guys are sometimes weird about huggging each other, but you would think, in times like that, where you have no one but you and the rest of the military boys, the human touch would be of utmost importance. And I don't mean fondling each other or being sexual. Just a quick hug is sometimes a really good thing, especially in hard times like what those men faced.

I too am a very touchy person. I think I would be even if I could see. A lot of people think that because I'm blind I'm obligated to be touchy, but it's not really that. I don't really understand it, I just have this need to hug people sometimes, and let them know in that small physical gesture that I care and respect them. I don't know if that makes much sense, but a hug is a really important thing. When we are babies, we learn a lot through the way our mothers touch us and are tender with us.

There was an experiment done with baby monkeys where there were two make shift mothers. One was made of metal. The other had cloth on it. It was warm and comfortable. And can you guess which one the babies liked more? The cloth mother, because it was warm. it was soft, and it was more physically pleasing than the metal mother.

And look at the kids who's mothers abandonned them and who were never hugged and cuddled as children. Often times, they're pretty miserable. So we can see that sometimes touch can be really important. And I am not planning on going up to my girlfriend and cuddling with her all the time, but a nice hug does the trick. It makes you feel comfortable and happy. And honestly, don't tell me you have ever hugged someone and went "Ewww don't touch me". OK maybe you have, but a hug is still a great thing.

So give someone a hug today. I will hhug my dad when he gets home. And if you're on the phone with someone and can't physically hug them, do what a certain friend of mine does and hug your phone because hey, it's the thought that counts.

Random thoughts from a Barbie Head

Well this has been brewing since... Thursday night maybe? My brain feels like a witch's cauldron with a very nasty potion that is just about to overflow... maybe nasty is not the right word... we'll say random. Yes, it's time once again for "Barbie and her random stream-of-consciousness" because honestly, I have so much to say, and it's just all going to be crammed into one big ugly potion... so here it is...

Chez 106 used to be cool. I'm sure that it was one of the greatest radio stations around... not anymore. Sure it's cool to hear all the classic rock tunes, but when you hear the same songs every day and even on Psychadelic chez you hear the same stuff as you do every other day, it starts to get a little repetative. However, this weekend was kind of neat. They did this whole thing all weekend where they played "all" of their songs alphabetically. It's a good game to play with yourself, trying to guess what will come next, and it is made especially easy when they say they've got songs starting with the word 'Gimme" by Lynrid Skynrid, Spenser Davis Group, Rolling Stones, and ZZ Top. Easy right? "Gimme Three Steps", "Gimme Some Lovin'", "Gimme Shleter" hahahaha shleter, and "Gimme all your lovin'". But when they start skipping songs, or maybe they didn't skip them, maybe I just didn't know the actual title, but anyway, when they start screwing me around like that, I get distressed and cry because my musical knowledge is not as huge as, oh I dunno, say, Steve's. Steve might, in fact, know everything there is to know about music. I'm close, but not close enough. Go Steve. I will beat you someday. It's on!

Some drunks are funny. Some are just annoying, and some try really really hard to be funny and that just makes them extra annoying. My Grandfather is the latter. He is the biggest friggin' alcoholic ever... ok maybe not the biggest, but he is pretty fat... sorry that wasn't nice. Anyway... my point being he's up at seven thirty. He's sauced by about eleven. And we just let the good times roll from there... speaking of letting good times roll, they skipped that song on my chez 106 alphabetical time of fun. How can you skip the Cars" You douche weasels... which is beside the point. Grandpa is an alcoholic, and would you believe it, there are people, maybe not many of them, but they do exist, that talk more than I do. What is this phenominon? Amazing, that's what it is. I had someone tell me that I never shut up even during... certain... times... oo... that was awkward...

This weekend we celebrated the bye-bye Baby Jesus time. Again, not nice, but I think that that just kinda sounded funny... Yay for chocolate bunnies and hot cross buns. I found out, yes feel free to laugh at me, but I never knew this before... but the reason they're called hot cross buns is...? Anyone? Anyone? They have little cute crosses drawn on the tops. Am I the only tool who never got that? I'm gonna have to say yes... yes I am.

And I'm sure people have said this before, but here it comes, bubbling out my brain. Therapist is spelled the rapist. He he he he he he he he he he he damn you psychiatrists and your drug pushing tactics. No more chemicals for me until I really need them. I almost spelled need with an a. Mmm... neading bread dough... mmm... bread... croissants...

Can someone please tell me the words in the chorus to "Go for A Soda" by Kim Mitchel? Because what I hear makes no sense to me. And it's funny when you hear a song and you think the words are something but they're actually something else. I was sitting in my kitchen, eating chinese food, and Ashaila, my wonderful room mate who I love so much, was listening to this song. And I swear I thought it said "Go on and shave your sisters". It did not say that, not at all. it said "Go on and save your scizoors" which makes a whole lot more sense. And isn't shaving your sisters incest or something? That's what my friend said to me when I sang it like fifteen times in five minutes one night when I was nervous. Yep, this is what I do.

And no one at the cottage seems to be able to crack a nut and have the full nut come out unbroken. We have those mixed nuts on the table in the living room, and we've had them since Christmas. It's been one of those traditions since I can remember. And no one can crack the nut whole. It usually is shot fifteen feet across a room, where it lands in pieces on the carpet and no one bothers to vacuume it up so they leave Grandma to do it, but we still keep buying nuts every year. Welcome to "My family is nuts?" Ha ha ha ha... ok well I thought it was funny... it's been one of those days where someone can say the littlist most random thing and I'll laugh for a good solid ten minutes, at least.

Yeehaw and I can't even blame the Easter chocolate. Anyways, I really don't think there was any point to this post, so I think I'll let it rest until the cauldron that is my head starts to boil over again...
"What goes stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! oops! Crash! Oof... the Chick MacGee accidental home improvement service

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

What the Hell Happened?

I can't believe that I am done school for the year. And I may ask myself... "How did I get here"? Well it's been interesting. I made a lot of super awesome friends, a couple of them will be living in my building! Yay! I'm really excited about my new place, and possibly a new guide dog? I hope so. I hope the Chuck man likes me. It's amazing. It's a month away, and every time I think about it I get super nervous, but hopefully I'll do well and have a new companion for my next school year.

I learned a lot this year. Not only did I learn how to make an argument and write an essay. But I learned a lot about myself. I had some awesome times, and though I don't associate with some people anymore, they really did make me smile sometimes... and I really did have fun. And those people will always be in my mind, and I hope that they are doing well in whatever it is that they are doing.

And horray for friends. Yesterday was Krista's birthday. Wow, they're all my age now, since most of my friends were 18 because they did four years of high school instead of five like me. So now they're all 19 and I'm turning 20 soon. How weird is that? But we had an awesome time this year, and even though we won't all be together in res, I hope I'll still keep in touch and not lose them. They are amazing people.

And now it's off to get dressed and ready to go to the doctor's office. Horray for getting rid of head aches! Four more exams and a much anticipated trip to London and I'm done for the year for school. Horray. I'm off. Be glad because it's Hump day, which means two days till the weekend... actually one because Friday is Good Friday. I'll write again later.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

This Took Awhile

Sorry this took so long to be done. I have been studying my ass off for English and now I'm finally done! Horray! Anyways, try this.

Seven Things I'd Like To Do Before I Die
1. Skydive because if I die doing it that would rock.
2. Meet the cast of Star Trek TNG because I'm a geek and think they'd be fun to hang out and

have drinks with
3. Maybe hang out with the Family Guy people too. Ah Seth MacPharlain... how I love thee...
4. Learn to drive just for the hell of it
5. Be in a band.
6. Be Jonathan Coulton's first real groupie hahahahahahahaha.
7. Have kids. And I promisse I won't be mean. I love kids most of the time.
Seven Things I Can't Do
2. Math
3. Run further than two kilometres (I hate running... it hurts)
4. Be a heart surgeon... I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want a blind kid doing your open heart surgery...
5. Fly a plane but dammit I want to try sometime. Both my uncle and grandfather are fighter

6. Concentrate worth crap, although yesterday I surprised myself
7. See

Seven Things I Like About Blogging
1. I can write my own thoughts and opinions and not be judged
2. I can read other people's thoughts and opinions and laugh at them.
3. Comments are fun, especially comment wars.
4. Other people can read my stuff if they want to. God this sounds like everyone else's

reasons for blogging.
5. I don't have to do it when I don't want.
6. I can look back and see how I've changed
7. Sometimes I can get out anger and frustration. But sometimes, I find if I blog about

things I start to understand them better.
Seven Things I Say Alot
1. Random
2. Dude
3. I blame (insert name here) I don't know why. I just started randomly saying that the

other day
4. Awesome
5. Indeed
6. Did you actually? (Another thing I've recently started saying. Thanks Kelsie. Thanks a

7. My head hurts...
Seven Books I'm a Fan Of
1. The Harry Potter series by J. K. Rolling (I don't care what you say. The sixth one was

intensely awesome and sad.)
2. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy by Tolkien (Classic)
3. The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe (Another fantasy classic. Its so much fun!)
4. The Experiment by John Darnton (because the thought that there's an island out there with

a bunch of clones that are farmed for spare parts is really interesting)
5. Angels and Demons by Dan Brown (I read this at a very appropriate time. It's about the

death of the Pope and the whole conspiracy behind that. Interesting and creepy that not

three weeks after I finished the book, Jean Paul II died. Oo conspiracy!!)
6. The Five People You Meet in Heaven (I don't remember who it's by, but it's a very

interesting story about the people who can affect, sometimes without even realizing it)
7. Pygmalien by George Bernard Shaw (Sad but true story. I just read this yesterday for

English because I realized I hadn't read it yet and if I was going to write an essay about

it I'd better start reading. And I really think it's up there in the favourites list.)
Seven Movies I Like Enough to Watch Over and Over
Movies eh...? I wonder if Stand up Comedy dvds count?
1. Shreck (That will never ever stop being funny to me)
2. Bowling for Columbine (Yeah it's a documentary with some random humour thrown in, but it

really hits hard and I enjoy it.)
3. So I married an Axe Murderer (If you think I'm sexy on bag pipes kills me.)
4. Robin Williams HBO comedy special thingie (I don't know the actual title, but I know that

i watch it at least twice a week and it's another one that will never ever stop being

5. The Rocky Horror Picture Show (Because Sweet Transvestites are pretty. And hey, Meat Loaf

is in it. That's gotta be good.)
6. The Blue Collar Comedy Tour (Because red neck hick men are always a good time.)
7. Stewie Griffin the untold story (Just because it's retarded doesn't mean I don't laugh. I

told you I didn't like it, but it definitely has its moments)
Seven People I Will Make Do this
I don't think I could get seven people, but I might be able to get three. I tagg Armagidian Time, because he's interesting. Caitlin, even though I know she hates doing this I'd like

to see what she'd say and... Sonicu, just because...
Thank you, that is all.