Sue has coined a somewhat appropriate term for lil’ chillens that are proliferating on this planet:

Screaming Little People.

Now, Maybe it’s funny to me because when I think of that, I think of some bawling leprechaun who fell down and cut his knee…and for thinking that, I’m probably going to be cursed and have a banshee follow me around my entire life(which, following the previous post, might get me to exercise)…

But back to Sue’s ideas. I find myself in complete agreement with her. Right now, college-wise, is not a good time for SLP’s to be running around keeping people awake. Of course, I could have more than just college motivating me to say something like that…let’s see, what is it?

Oh yeah. Working at the hospital watching girls aged 14-20 coming in and delivering children that they are not capable of taking care of. And, over the course of the 5 years I’ve worked here, watching them come in 2 or 3 times for this particular chore. There’s something not right about that, but I’m not one to judge what it is. Oh yes I am….IT’S NOT FREAKING RIGHT BECAUSE YOU AREN’T CAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF YOURSELF, LET ALONE ANOTHER LIFE!!!! OR TWO OR THREE OTHER LIVES!!!!

Anyway. Yeah. College years are not the time for SLP’s because a major formation and idea shift is going on in our heads. We are getting ready to join the world in a (hopefully)lucrative job position, or to go on to more schooling, or to become a bum and continue to go to undergrad school. Most of the people I see in college are even less prepared than those aforementioned kids having babies. Because people in college aren’t even taking responsibility for themselves yet, let alone a child.

And besides…screaming little people look like geriatric aliens for the first year of their lives. angry loud geriatric aliens…we’re talking independence day angry loud. Using their biological weapons in an attempt to punish the parental units and all around them for having to submit to cruel ministrations such as ‘cooing’ and ‘toys’ and ’smooshed peas’…well, maybe not the toy one, but you can never tell with aliens…I mean babies. Or Screaming Little People.

And I think that perhaps I should stop…I’ve dug myself a deep enough hole to scare off any women that MIGHT read this blog…

I had grand and glorious plans to be up at 21:15 tonight, go to the hospital, run a mile and a tenth, take a shower and come to work. Did you hear that? glorious plans to exercise! I was actually looking forward to it before I went to sleep at 7!

Instead…my plans did not come to fruition. The alarm went off at 9:15 and I thought to myself just two words and got up and set the alarm for an hour later. Those two words?

Funk Dat.

Seriously. I’ve forgotten how difficult it is to get out and do some running when I work night shifts. It is next to impossible. What I need is a person who, when I say those two words “Funk Dat” will say right back at me “You better not be thinking or saying that!” and then proceed to pummel me rhetorically and/or physically until I get down to work out.

so I don’t know if its a personal trainer I need, or just a person to yell at me in a more annoying manner than my alarm clock. And that I can’t shut off.

is probably one of the worst bookstores ever. Regardless, I had $25 to spend still from christmas so I went in there today.

What happened to $5 books? Or as they were labeled 5 years ago, 4.99?

It’s difficult to find a book for anything less than 6.99 now! What the blazes? Yet, according to most industry reports there has been an uptick in books being sold. Then why is it suddenly more expensive for book buyers?

I blame that kid Potter. He magicked the book publishers somehow. Anyways…

So I walked out, having paid $21.02 for Orson Scott Card’s Enchantment, and Frank Miller’s graphic novel The Dark Knight Returns.

Yeah, so I’m a geek…what of it? I’m a geek that can kick your ass.

What’s that? You don’t own a donkey? That’s what I thought, puny person. Now leave.