Schizophrenia. Who said that? I did. Who are you? The voices! The voices!
Mood:  hungry
Now Playing: nothing, but the theme song to Inspector Gadget is in my head

If you've ever wondered where my blog topics come from, it's usually a result of something that happened to me on a particular day. For example, my last blog came as a result of the Dirty Jobs marathon that was on Discovery yesterday. Today, my blog is a result of an e-mail I received, containing these two articles:

Smoking and Schizophrenia
Insight and Schizophrenia

Which led me to think.... Those who smoke have no insight. If they did, there would have been one article called "Smoking,  Insight and Schizophrenia."

Don't ask me what they said about smoking and schizophrenia or insight and schizophrenia. Just because I get the articles, doesn't mean I read them.

Yet another article in the same e-mail:
Self-Hypnosis as Headache Treatment in Children and Adolescents?

I'm sorry, but I just have images of children hypotizing themselves. "I am getting sweepy. Vewwy sweepy. Where's my blankie?"

Okay, that wasn't really funny, but it reminds me of Lucas in the closet, which only one person (Arica) will get.

Also in the e-mail, the phrase: urine dipstick. No, you're'n dipstick!!

I think that's all for now. I'm tired and my brain's not working well. I've been messing things up all day. You'd think with a degree in writing I'd be able to communicate well... but not so much. I was just going to write "I've been messing things up all day" again. See? I think I need to stop.

Seriously.

"I'm being cereal, guys," - Al Gore

(I wonder if Mike Rowe reads my blog... )

Later!
Laura

P.S. The Inspector Gadget theme song is in your head now, isn't it? heh heh. I'm evil.

Quote of the Blog
"Patients pissed off at shortage of urologists and they can't hold it anymore" - fark.com

(I kinda hope not. He'd think I'm a total whack job and that would really hurt my chances of marrying him. sigh.)

Is there a psychiatrist in the house?
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: I Love the 80s 3D: 1982

I have had celebrity crushes for about as long as I can remember... my first, I believe, was Sean Connery in Medicine Man. Yeah, I know, he was about 80... back then. I've also had many a soap-star celebrity crush: Wally Kurth, Ingo Rademacher, Ty Treadway, Steve Burton, just to name a few. Also on my list at one time or another: Jon Stewart, Hugh Laurie, David Boreanaz, Michael Vartan, Hugh Grant. Okay, aside from celeb name dropping, why am I bringing this up? Because of my new love...

Mike Rowe.

My close friends, co-workers, and random strangers know of my love for Mike, mostly because I named my cat after him.

There are many reasons why I love Mike Rowe (the human, not the cat, although I loooove my cat!): he's smart, he's funny, he's a former opera singer, he's down to earth (literally, like rolling in it), he's adventerous, he's a writer, he went to Towson, and he looks like he'd be a hell of a lot of fun to hang out with.

I know my level of obsession is not healthy. I have dreams about him. Not *those* kinds of dreams you perverts, normal-ish dreams. Actually, I had a nightmare that he disappeared while doing some sort of ocean-oriented dirty job. Then last night I had a dream that I was putting on some sort of event at the beach and he was there... and I was telling him that my apartment had been robbed a week before. Okay.... maybe I should be worried that these "dreams" featuring Mike are really nightmares. Is this some sort of a sign?

All I know is when Mike's talking to the camera I feel like he's talking right to me.

So if anyone knows of a good shrink, give them my number and tell them I'm suffering from unatainable rowe-mance. heh. Get it? Rowe-mance?

Sorry, Mike. We're not all comedians.

Later!
Laura

Quote of the Blog
"I feel heat in a place where a man's not supposed to feel heat." - Mike Rowe (in front of a hot furnace)

Spend a little dough... get a lot mo'
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: nothing...

The Ronald McDonald House here in Austin is having a raffle for this gorgeous necklace (and I've seen it up close, it's beautiful).

Visit the House's site for more info... http://www.rmhc-austin.org/bbb-raffle.asp

If you buy a ticket and win, I'll make sure the necklace gets to you... eventually.

Later!
Laura

Quote of the Blog
"I got ants in my pants!" - Mike Rowe

I'm back! Seriously!
Mood:  party time!
Now Playing: Bolero by Ravel

Well, I'm back. And it hasn't even been a year since my last post! I've decided I'm going to pick up again with this blogging thing.

Not too much has changed since my last post in January except that I moved to Texas, which isn't that big of a deal except it's *Texas* - truly, a whole other country within the US.

Yesterday was my 26th birthday, and overall was a great day, except around 11 p.m. my time I kind of lost it and cried. A lot. For no reason other, really, than the fact that I missed my mommy and daddy. I'm better now. I think I needed that to happen, although my cat was really kind of freaked out by the whole thing, which ended up making me laugh, which just goes to show everyone should own a pet.

Back to the Texas thing, my experience here so far has been unique. For example, this morning they were talking on the radio that the governor has to move out of the governor's mansion for some reason... and that they (the radio hosts) think the governor and his wife should move into a double-wide trailer. They said, and I'm paraphrasing here, that it would be great for the governor to make national news by announcing he's moving into a trailer. They actually said that on the governor's cell phone's voice mail. Welcome to Texas, where we *want* our governor to make national news by moving into a trailer. Sigh.

I'm sorry if this blog entry is random and skipping around a lot, but it's been a while and I have a lot of weirdness to share.

I'm somewhat sadly announcing that I am still single, although I was talking to a co-worker this morning about setting up an arranged marriage with his son. It actually doesn't seem like all that bad of an idea. After all, it worked out for Apu and Manjula, except for that whole Squishee girl incident. But I digress..

In honor of my birthday yesterday I did the traditional watching of "Stark Raving Dad" - the episode of The Simpsons where Homer meets "Michael Jackson" in the mental hospital and MJ and Bart sing Lisa a birthday song. Can you believe that episode was the first one of the 3rd season? And they're what, now into season 47 or something like that? And that the joke about the MJ imposter being white isn't a straight joke anymore but now rather ironic? (Yet another side note... MJ and I have the same birthday. I don't know what that says about him... or me!)

Okay, I'm done rambling for now. Not the most hysterical blog I've ever done, but it's a start.

Later!
Laura

Quote of the Blog
"Holy crip! He's a crapple!" - Peter Griffin, Family Guy

I'm blogging!
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry
I know! I'm blogging! It's only almost been a year! But we had the State of the Union last night and that just can't go un-blogged.