So, as you may know, when I finish high school and whatnot, I want to try and get into medical school. I know, it's going to be a tough ride, but I'm willing to try. If I don't make it, I'm okay with that. I'm going into my graduating year of high school and that's the year where your grades matter the most, so I keep on promising myself that I'm going to buckle down and work my face off. But not so much that I burn out, 'cause that's not good at all. Just enough that I can get at least 80's in every single one of my classes. I didn't Physics, though, and you do need that, so hopefully all will go well...I am taking Biology and Chemistry, though...and Life Transititions (it's like Health Class) and Psychology, so hopefully those classes will be of use. I think they will be.

Anyway, so I was bored and decided to take a medical aptitude test to see what my speciality would be. I usually rush through tests that I take through sheer boredom and nothing else, so I'm usually not surprised when I get a weird result. But this time, I took my sweet, sweet time on every single one of the 130 questions I answered on that test. It was painfully long, to say the least.

To be perfectly honest, I was surprised at the result. Apparently, I'm supposed to be an oncologist. Oncology is the study of cancer, if you didn't know.

I don't know if I can picture myself doing that sort of thing. Maybe I could do it, who knows?

So, I went and saw the new Ice Age movie tonight. I have to say, it is definitely the most sex enfused G-rated movie I have seen in a long, long time. There were several sexual references made um...junk, per say.

So, Manny knocked up Ellie. Sid wanted to be a parent, too, so he found these eggs, painted faces on them, and called them his children. Turns out they were dinosaur eggs and Sid loved his new-supposed-to-be-extinct offspring. Then, the momma dinosaur showed up and she took her babies (and Sid) and left back to the dinosaur world. She ended up taking care of Sid, which is pretty odd.

Anyyywayy, Manny, Ellie, Diego, Crash and Eddie meet a deranged Rambo weasel named Buck, who helps them find Sid. Basically, Buck is a mixture of both Sid and Crash and Eddie. He's a total psycho like Sid, but he's still coordinated like Crash and Eddie.

So, here's a rundown of them of the dirtier parts:

1) (Sid finds an ox that he can milk to give his "children" some food. He prepares to milk it and the ox starts to chase Sid.) I'M SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FEMALE! (See...?)

2) (Sid sees Peaches, Manny and Ellie's newborn daughter.) Aw, it's a boy!    Diego: That's it's tail.    Sid: Aww, it's a girl!

3) Buck: What does he mean by "got your back?" I'd want someone at my front. That's where all the good stuff is, right?

Sooo yeah. Funny movie though.

I finally got around to reading the Blink 182 feature in my new AP. I have to say, I am enthralled that these guys are getting back together. I mean, I did grow up to their music.

I was quite surprised to find out that the plane crash Travis Barker was in happened almost a year ago. I guess I must be getting old, because it doesn't seem like that long ago. Time sure does fly. But I am so happy that he's alive, because I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard about it, then breathed the biggest sigh of relief to know that he was okay.

Face it: no one can replace Travis Barker. No one. He's quite possibly my favourite drummer.

So, I just finished reading the Heroin Diaries. Thumping good read. I recommend it highly. It's Nikki Sixx's autobiography (basically all his journal entries) during his time when he hit rock bottom (and even further) with drugs and how he picked himself up again. I laughed. I cried (or came close to it). I cringed. I thoroughly enjoyed it. He is so strong for getting out of that business, so he is definitely on my list of heroes.

I don't have anything else to say, really. I'm going to bed soon. So tired. Have to work again tomorrow for 9 lovely hours.

I picked a really bad episode to watch the very first time I watched House. The season finale for season 4. But, I was hooked right away. It was a two hour long episode and I blubbered like a baby.

That's all for now.

PS: House's Head + Wilson's Heart = Major Tear Fest

So, I have fully lost all respect I ever had for PETA. All respect. I feel like I just got slapped in the face.

I thought that they were a wonderful group with wonderful morals and then they go and pull a stunt like this?

Jerks.

Twenty-one thousand three-hundred and thirty-nine perfectly adoptable pets. Guess how many they sent to adoptive homes?

Seven.

Seven!

The other twenty-one thousand three-hundred and thirty-two animals were put down.

Sure, there would have been a few who had to be put down, because they were in really bad shape, but not that many! Even so, some of the ones who were in bad shape could have been nursed back to health. My newest dog was in poor shape at first, as he was a stray roaming the streets, and he was very, very skinny, but we managed to turn him into the happy, healthy puppy he is today!

My dad is practicing Buddhism and a vegetarian. He helped me switch over to his diet and he opened my eyes that you really should have respect for all living things. I used to be the typical kid who would step on anthills on purpose, but now I don't. I can't help it if I step accidentally step on an insect though, because it happens to anybody. If I see a mosquitoe and it hasn't already started sucking my blood, I'll just swat it away, but if it has started making a meal of me, then obviously, I'll hit it. Due to my severe arachnophobia, if I see a spider and I'm at my dad's, I scream, run away, and get him to send it back outside. Simple as that.

It made me laugh so hard when I found out that PETA had a conniption about Obama swatting a fly during an interview. I mean, come on! Flies are annoying as hell and it's even worse when they're buzzing around all up in your business during an interview. I mean, it's like he took out a shotgun and blew the fly to pieces, or donned some knuckle dusters and sucker punched the thing (which would be a very good trick, for both things!).

All I'm trying to say is: don't be like PETA. Don't overreact to stupid things and don't be a lying hypocrite.

I suppose I'm being a tad overdramatic, but the simplest things have been irritating me to no end recently. It could be because I've been working my face off for like, 9 hours a day everyday. Luckily, I have today and tomorrow off. But seriously, I've been exhausted lately and overtired and when that happens, I get irritable.

I swear, my mom buys wayyyyy too many dishes that we're running out of room in our cupboards. Seriously. When I go to put the dishes away, I have to push the limit of how many dishes I'm allowed to stack up just a tiny bit in order for it all to fit, because I honestly cannot get them to fit otherwise. If I stack them like I normally would, the doors won't close properly.

I guess that's where my mom can come in. She can pack anything into anything. If you went out and bought out everything in Wal-Mart, she could fit it all into a standard sized suitcase, it's ridiculous. Ridiculous, I tell you!

But yeah, she went to grab a bowl and a few came crashing down and broke and she said it was because I stacked them too high. Perhaps. But, personally, I would have held onto the other bowls, because they could have come crashing down even if they weren't stacked too high.

I guess I'll go listen to some NSN. I need some peppy acousticness right now.

I'd also like to point out that I have recently found out that Michael did a collaboration with Paul McCartney for the song "Say Say Say."


PAUL MCCARTNEY.  PAUL MOTHERCHUNKIN' MCCARTNEY.

I was afraid that my TV was going to blow while I was watching the video for this song, because of the extreme awesomeness.
Seriously.

The Beatles are amazing. Don't deny it.

But yes, that is all I have to say.

PS: I wonder how Janet feels about this...I feel so sorry for her.   :(

PPS: I wonder how long Patrick Swayze is going to last? He isn't looking very well, but I am rooting for him!

So, I've been a fan of the 80's for a very, very long time. It's funny, because I was actually born in the 90's. Sighh.

Anyway, I've taken a great, great liking to hair metal/glam rock. Seriously. If you can rock out that hard and keep your ten-foot tall hair in place, then you are ultimately godly.

See? See?! THAT IS B.A.! times 10 gazillion cans of hairspray, which is what they needed to get hair like that. Oh, by the way...the band is called Nitro. Go listen to them. They're sexy.

So, I just took a career aptitude test.  Some of the results make me happy, because they are things that I would want to do.  Some of the things don't fit me at all!  I'll give you the list, but I won't say which ones I like, dislike or sorta like.

1. Practical Nurse
2. Costume Designer
3. Addictions Counsellor
4. Bereavment Cousellor
5. Psychologist
6. Nurse
7. Special Effects Technician
8. Vending Machine Server
9. Acupuncturist
10. Actor
11. Desktop Publisher
12. Gerontologist
13. Auto detailer
14. Housekeeper
15. Animator
16. Stock Clerk
17. Cartoonist
18. Animal Breeder
19. Craftsperson
20. Fashion Designer
21. Potter
22. Child and Youth Worker
23. Podiatrist
24. Chiropodist
25. Marriage and Family Therapist
26. Abuse/Crisis Counsellor
27. Set Designer
28. Religious Worker
29. Community Worker
30. Hospital Service Worker
31. Mover
32. Sport Psychology Consultant
33. Carpet and Upholstery Cleaner
34. Art Director
35. Comedian
36. Casting Director
37. Dancer
38. Artist
39. Graphic Designer
40. Critic

According to the test results, the careers most suited for me were at the top.

I've come to the conclusion that shirtless Taylor Lautner is far more than acceptable. It's well...I think you know where I'm going with this.
I've also come to the conclusion that his B.A. wolfiness is pretty B.A.
Lastly, I've come to the conclusion that because of this B.A. wolfiness, he must be an animal in bed.

Damn, I'm stupid. LOL.

On a different note, I applied for a job at the Co-Op. Yeah. I need to work. I need the money and I need to do something with my life. LOL.

I've found out that whenever I watch TV shows about what's in certain foods or about people who overeat and get really huge, I immidiately go into a holy-man-gotta-eat-a-salad-gotta-work-out type mode.

That's completely irrelevant though...

Finals are fast approaching. Glad I only have one to write this semester.

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Seriously. I do plan ahead too far, especially when it comes to Halloween. While everyone is throwing together last minute costumes or still have no idea what they're going to dress up as on Halloween, I've had my costume thought up months ago and I put together my costume weeks ago.

I have to admit, it does help. I like having a Halloween costume that suits my mood, if you know what I mean.

In Grade 10, I was Edward Scissorhands. I happened to have gotten the movie as a gift and I thought it would be a fun costume.

In Grade 11, I was a David Bowie aerobics instructor. I was fantasized the whole Ziggy Stardust thing, but I wanted to add my own special flare to it, so I had the lightning bolt across my face, a t-shirt with Ziggy Stardust on it and the rest of the stereotypical 80's aerobics instructor (male style).

Next year, I plan on going as Cupid. Well, a female Cupid. See, I've been intrigued with Greek mythology lately, especially the story of Cupid and Psyche, so yeah. I guess that says it all.