This Is Crazy

So they're having a certified emergeny drill of some kind at my school today. We were told ahead of time that there would be a drill of an emergency that affects the school first and then the community. I just went back to the website so that I could copy what they posted and put it on here, but it's gone now. It was something about finding 3 dead bodies on campus, 2 were due to chemical exposure and found on some lawn and one was due to unknown causes and found in some van parked on 2nd street. Well...I too parked on 2nd street (metered parking) down the way from my building this morning. Guess what! Walking back to my car, I saw some CRAZY van! I guess they really went all out for this drill. At the time I thought, "Wow, what a crazy van with writing all over it and no license plate. You think I would haven noticed that on the way into the building today..." There was also an emergency vehicle outside our building, which was to be expected sort of, but to actually purchase a crazy van for such an event was funny. Also, that I saw said crazy van was funny...to me anyways. Now the website says this:

This message is being relayed as part of a CERT emergency preparedness exercise. UPDATE: 12:55 p.m. The University of Arizona Campus Emergency Response Team disaster drill has ended. We thank the entire campus community for your cooperation and support. We apologize to Sarah for the confusion over the crazy van.

(I actually added that last line, FYI.)

Another thing that I've been meaning to bring up is the Taco Bell commercials. When are they going to end?!? I've really never hated commercials this much, at least not in a while. Holy crap. They're the ones for the caesar salad burritos...They're always making jokes about how they don't look like caesar salads and how you have to "peek under the little toga." GROSS! I cannot emphasize how much I want to vomit whenever they say that. It's so inappropriate.

I got so much free stuff at the AAA convention last week. It's just dividing up the stuff and figuring out who to give what will be hard. I can't keep it all for myself. I will keep the portable dvd player and one of the bluetooth devices for myself though. I may also want to keep the build-a-bear with the little Siemens lab coat, too. And I'm definitely keeping the croc shoes. Jury's still out on the Indigo travel mug. I have 3 baby owls, 2 of which I will give away. I think I'll give the mp3 player to Samantha for her belated b-day present if she doesn't already have one. If she does, it's all you, J. Ray. The other bluetooth thing is going to my dad, the glass cochlea to my mom, t-shirt for Dave, fleece for Amy?, tiger for Melissa, and pens for all. Oh yeah, and the secret-party Oticon Delta necklace for J. Ray Ryan and his refectory. Funny story, I just looked up the word "refrectory" in google, cause I wasn't sure how it was spelled. Well, not that way. BUT a lot of places think it is, like the Lake Harriet Refrectory. HAHAHA!!11!1 Brice will get the pocket calculator/calendar/clock and a flamingo. Also, I bought him some stuff at the Hard Rock Minneapolis! Woooo!! Minneapolis!

I'm totally slacking. But the slacking will come to an end. My colloquium is on the 25th (of this month!!!). I have so much to do, and Samantha is coming on Thurs (tomorrow). Argh. I was all excited, until I realize how busy I will be and how much I will be ignoring her. Erin and Amber did their colloquium yesterday, and it went really well. I'm afraid mine's gonna suck. They got to do theirs together. Boo.

The job hunt is going...I'm waiting to hear from my two top choices: Massachusetts Eye and Ear and Springfield ENT Associates. We'll see. I may have to go home for a long weekend to check those two out. It's rather expensive, and probably only going to get steeper. I think I'm going to look into New England Medical Center, too, because someone recently told me that they might have an opening.

Plan for next (this) year: Get rockin' job. Get rockin' apt. Get rockin' pet snake. Join a rockin' gym with an equally rockin' personal trainer. Take rockin' tap dancing lessons. Find an appropriately rockin' church.

Plan for today: Stop slacking off! That is not rockin'.