nirix5: (jorja will there be cookies?)
I spent all day on the phone, trying to get my doctor shit sorted out. Trying to get birth control is ridiculous. I don't know why it's not over the counter. Quoth my mother: "Well, they have to monitor your hormones." Bullshit. Not one gyno appointment I have ever had has monitored my hormones. I have never had blood drawn by these people. It's more, try this. Later: how's that working for you? Okay? Good, keep doing it. Why that can't be over the counter I don't know.

Talked to the photographer about the next week's engagement shoot today. Bring all the things. Must find cute sundress type number. ohmygod. These will be the first pro pictures that will be taken of my tail.

While we were on the phone she said to her husband, "Honey, hang on, I've got a bride on the phone," and can I just note how weird that was? To be referred to as a bride. I mean, I am one, I guess, but still. I don't really feel like one? I don't know. It's a new title in my life, and it's odd.

Everything is odd. I'm tired and crabwalking around the shadows in my house because I've been on the phone too much in the past twenty four hours and I've got hives and I'm freaking out.

teal deers, I'm over tired, weird, and should go to bed now.

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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] denorios at Please take a seat in the shaming room...
Since a number of US newspapers have refused to republish the latest Doonesbury cartoon strip which highlights the way Republicans are attempting to undermine a woman's right to choose, I feel it's important to make sure the message still gets across.

The shaming room awaits.

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So, the whole Oatmeal Christmas comic really bothered me. It really got under my skin.

So I decided to change it )
nirix5: (me!)
Pregnancy does cause memory loss, study says

Linkophobes line up here )

This reminds me of an article I read in Scientific American sometime last year about how pregnancy changes your brain and its chemistry permanently. Just one more reason not to have a kid- I like my brain quite the way it is, thank you very much.

Thoughts?
nirix5: (not listening)
Just watched the end of a particularly depressing ER.

I am never, ever having kids. Uh uh. Nope. And any time my resolve on this point weakens, I can just watch that episode and be like, "Oh right. About that... how's about NO." I will skydive, I will race cars, I will do umpteen other things that put my life at risk, but childbirth ain't gonna be on that list. If Quinn ever wants kids so bad, he can just figure out a way to do it seahorse style and have them himself.

Ew.

In other news...

OMG CSI WAS SO INCREDIBLY AWESOME LAST NIGHT!!!!!!ELEVEN11!!!
nirix5: (evenstar (sara/grissom))
Quinn and I saw the Corpse Bride yesterday. However, I'm jumping ahead of myself here.

I fell asleep again in Criminalistics. When I wasn't nodding off, I was watching the clock, praying for the hands to speed up so I could get the hell out of there and on with my life. We're doing the photography unit, so it's kind of tedious. I might have failed photography in high school; but it was because I didn't hand in my work on time, not because I didn't know how to develop film. Listening to the whole "how to use the darkroom" thing is boring. Plus it's way early, and I never seem to get enough sleep these days, so I'm always tired.

Anthropology was cancelled, so I hung out in the cafeteria (Pit #3- we got kicked out of the last one again) for the rest of the day. Manda brought Dylan into school, so I got to hold/watch him for a while. This would have been fine, except that Manda and Lisha decided that they would say "tick, tick, tick" at me almost constantly, as a vocalization of my biological clock. They insist that I'm going to have kids one day, I insist that I'm not. Then Lisha brings up the whole curse she put on me so I'd wind up having them anyway, and goes on to talk about how I'll be in the unfortunate 1% of the population that the Pill doesn't work for.

Which really, really wasn't funny, because who knows if she jinxed me or not? And if she jinxed me and the Pill magically stops working or something, I am seriously going to flip my shit.

Told them that if I really wanted kids I'd just clone Dylan. Manda reminded me that at this point, clones still need to be brought to term in a uterus. Wound up asking Quinn which he thought was better- clones or normal babies- and he said normal babies. BAH.

I talked about it with him later, though. Turns out that he prefers normal babies to clone babies because normal babies have less of a tendency to mutate and take over the world, leaving nothing but flaming death, destruction, and mayhem in their wake. (That's the abridged version of what he said. He was very vehement about it. Replied that as long as he didn't like clone babies for his reasons and not because he wanted a normal baby or something, that was fine with me.)

Also, Manda got yelled at for bringing Dylan into school by some random quasi-pit geek who is Jason's cousin in law or something. Everyone told him to basically STFU.

After Manda got out of class, Quinn and I took off for the mall, bringing this entry back to Corpse Bride. It was good. I liked it. It got out fifteen minutes later than we thought it would, which made me miss the bus. The last bus to B'ville. By like, two minutes, dammit! Quinn had to talk his mom into giving me a ride home.

Ride home conversation consisted mainly of "when are you guys getting an apartment?" Erm. Well. Yeah. About that, uh. Dunno.

(I am way too poor to move out. Christie and Kira want me to split their apartment with them, and the rent would come to a grand total of $82.50 per month. I can't afford that. So...)

Anyway. Got home, got sick, went to bed. Nothing too exciting, really.
nirix5: (Default)
My beef with last night's episode- cut for teh spoileryness )

Got a 90 on my math test. Yay. Watched horrible things in biology last night and didn't get our test results. Not yay.

(Gross gooey moo-eyed couple having their first kid. Had to watch all the mushy parts, about how they played Mozart for the baby before it was born and she was craving things and blah blah blah and then she had her kid and her parents were in the room. EWWWWWWW. I swear to god, if I ever suffer the great misfortune of having kids, I'm not going to let their father near me when I'm giving birth to them, let alone my parents. ICK!!!!)

Good thing- I'm wearing The Suede Pants today. My jeans were dirty, so I said the hell with it. They still fit and all. Actually, I think I've gotten skinnier since I bought them. So I feel all lovely and stuff. And warm. Yay for being warm.

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