Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Tuesday, August 10, 2004 These are the days that bring you meaning, I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine....Self-beratement, done. Restored to normal, middle-of-the-road happiness, still fixing me.
Working two nights a week for the last month or so is starting to take its toll. I have the most out of whack sleeping schedule, and I am not getting anything done at work that I need to. I'm supposed to be working on this huge training manual for everyone that comes through the lab (we have a lot of students who are only there for a short amount of time), and I've essentially done nothing on it. What did I do yesterday instead? I got to be a guinea pig for one of the experiments.
So what I had to do was have this insanely tight mask on over my nose and mouth, while my breathing was being monitored. During part of it, I had to hyperventilate for at least 3 minutes. Man, hyperventilating sucks. Because you lower the amount of carbon dioxide you have, and my fingers and toes were all tingly and freezing. So much so that the heart monitor/pulse oximeter on my finger kept beeping that it wasn't attached because my hands were so cold.
After the hyperventilating part, I had to breathe from a bag that has either more or less oxygen in it than is normally in the air. Which also sucks, because you breathe hard enough to feel like you're running, and instead of being cold, I was all insta-sweat. Messed up. See, now you can appreciate how much we torture our research subjects. I won't mention that I was fortunate enough to not have the tube that goes up my nose into my throat. Can you believe I get paid to do this on a regular basis? And can you believe that I actually got paid an extra $50 just to do that yesterday?
Well, I have CDs of the Month to burn and lunch to have. Happy Tuesday.
12:15 PM
