LJ, you ugly. I'm crossposting my stuff to Dreamwidth.
You can comment wherever; I'm not leaving - too many of you here and too many memories. Add me and stuff.
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DeathSchool is not over yet- my month for taking the Great Big Death Test is August. That's all I'd like to say about that matter.Until then, more interning, more reading, and most importantly, driving lessons. Lots and lots of those. We're not even allowed jobs unless we have those. Lucky for me, I found a school that specializes in drivers with varying issues, like nerves and stuff. My driving teacher is super nice. He says he's the one who specializes in anxious cases.
More importantly, I'm looking for a really fantastic Windows XP installation disk or program so I can fix my main lappy. It got... sick somehow and has been sick for a year. I've got my netbook, but I can't run my tablet on it, which means no drawing (among other things). Everything's on external hard drives, so it wouldn't be so bad if I had to reinstall XP, but I would rather not.
Researching other solutions to the problem, but I'd really like to get this fixed by March. I can do this... if I can go through those million pain-and-a-half steps and successfully root my friggin HTC Rezound then I can do this.
This Story from Morgue that might Upset You
On my last day at Morgue, and I had one of my surreal dreams come true.
Background: I've had a few dreams where my mouth is full of dry skin, like the kind from chapped lips. I keep spitting it out, but it's endless. Not just lip, but parts of the insides of my mouth. I also have the bad habit of chewing the insides of my mouth. If my nerves are bad enough, I can tear tiny strips off.
So as you know, we practice embalming on unclaimed corpses. We clean them up, find the appropriate arteries for injection, and prepare them to be buried in Potter's Field.
My group was cleaning up a woman who had been dead for three months. She had skin slip really, really bad- that's when there's water beneath the top layer of skin and the skin kinda peels off. It's not strictly for the dead- You might'a had it on the soles of your feet at some point.
After we were done and moving her into a body bag, I was told to grab her feet (nobody else in my group wanted to, but it was necessary to move her in a dignified way). I'm sure you can guess where this is going.
We never communicate very well in morgue (I mean, five students are all working on one body), so while I had her feet, two classmates were moving her by her arms. As they pulled at an inopportune time, I felt a super slimy sensation going on, and when I looked, my black mortuary gloves were totally covered in clumped up wet skin.
I just stopped and stared at my hands. I wasn't grossed out or fascinated. I was just like "...hu." That's the only way I can describe my feeling, just "...hu". And I thought This is just like in those dreams.. And Miss, I am so, so sorry. I really am.
I wanted to share that with you guys because it was just... strange. And I tried to tell one of my classmates, but she was utterly squicked and revolted. She doesn't like going to morgue.
You can comment wherever; I'm not leaving - too many of you here and too many memories. Add me and stuff.
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DeathSchool is not over yet- my month for taking the Great Big Death Test is August. That's all I'd like to say about that matter.Until then, more interning, more reading, and most importantly, driving lessons. Lots and lots of those. We're not even allowed jobs unless we have those. Lucky for me, I found a school that specializes in drivers with varying issues, like nerves and stuff. My driving teacher is super nice. He says he's the one who specializes in anxious cases.
More importantly, I'm looking for a really fantastic Windows XP installation disk or program so I can fix my main lappy. It got... sick somehow and has been sick for a year. I've got my netbook, but I can't run my tablet on it, which means no drawing (among other things). Everything's on external hard drives, so it wouldn't be so bad if I had to reinstall XP, but I would rather not.
Researching other solutions to the problem, but I'd really like to get this fixed by March. I can do this... if I can go through those million pain-and-a-half steps and successfully root my friggin HTC Rezound then I can do this.
This Story from Morgue that might Upset You
On my last day at Morgue, and I had one of my surreal dreams come true.
Background: I've had a few dreams where my mouth is full of dry skin, like the kind from chapped lips. I keep spitting it out, but it's endless. Not just lip, but parts of the insides of my mouth. I also have the bad habit of chewing the insides of my mouth. If my nerves are bad enough, I can tear tiny strips off.
So as you know, we practice embalming on unclaimed corpses. We clean them up, find the appropriate arteries for injection, and prepare them to be buried in Potter's Field.
My group was cleaning up a woman who had been dead for three months. She had skin slip really, really bad- that's when there's water beneath the top layer of skin and the skin kinda peels off. It's not strictly for the dead- You might'a had it on the soles of your feet at some point.
After we were done and moving her into a body bag, I was told to grab her feet (nobody else in my group wanted to, but it was necessary to move her in a dignified way). I'm sure you can guess where this is going.
We never communicate very well in morgue (I mean, five students are all working on one body), so while I had her feet, two classmates were moving her by her arms. As they pulled at an inopportune time, I felt a super slimy sensation going on, and when I looked, my black mortuary gloves were totally covered in clumped up wet skin.
I just stopped and stared at my hands. I wasn't grossed out or fascinated. I was just like "...hu." That's the only way I can describe my feeling, just "...hu". And I thought This is just like in those dreams.. And Miss, I am so, so sorry. I really am.
I wanted to share that with you guys because it was just... strange. And I tried to tell one of my classmates, but she was utterly squicked and revolted. She doesn't like going to morgue.
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Date: Tuesday, January 15th, 2013 11:03 pm (UTC)From:Wish I could help unstick your Windows. I've been on Mac since like 2007 and have no useful advice.
(Dude, you should write your posts on DW and crosspost them here instead of the other way around. It's as easy as a tickybox and you never have to set foot in LJ to do it.)
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Date: Saturday, January 26th, 2013 01:59 am (UTC)From:But I really need to stop being lazy and go finalize my dreamwidth layout.
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Date: Tuesday, January 15th, 2013 11:06 pm (UTC)From:Good luck with the driving btw. I had a teacher who was really nice and did the teaching well; only problem was he talked me into my test when I really wasn't ready for it. Took me three tries to get my licence, by which time I was getting really worried, because one of my friends had taken four tries and I had given her an extreme teasing for that, so if I'd taken as many I wouldn't have stopped hearing about it for a helluva long time. ^^;;
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Date: Wednesday, January 16th, 2013 05:02 am (UTC)From:Thank you.
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Date: Saturday, January 26th, 2013 02:15 am (UTC)From:I think he and Santa Muerte both bless me, seriously. The only thing keeping the panic attacks down is hear that 8/10 of my classmates want to work in the front room while only 2/10 specifically want to be in the embalming room. Business aspects of school (Law, accounting, small business management) are what give me the most trouble. Could not possibly want my own business less. Even considering getting married just so wheverIendupwith can do that crap and let me alone to my embalming fumes.
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Date: Saturday, January 26th, 2013 02:17 am (UTC)From:It seems way scarier... Iunno, that's why you seem brave to me. You can unabashedly post about the F word and the P word and the V and the M words. Ask Oz up there. I went to college with him, he'll tell you- I literally cannot say those words out loud.
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Date: Saturday, January 26th, 2013 02:33 am (UTC)From:U don't have to be brave to have sex, u just have to be a person with a good dose of hormones who likes to stuff toys and body parts into ppl and/or have them stuffed into yourself lol. I'm very versatile. XD Play ALL the roles! Stuff all the... uh, sorry, I'm porning up ur LJ.
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