- 407 650 : New personal best at Text Twist (game was not played in consecutive hours, but spanned two days)
- Still flipping the bird as a means of greeting people I love. Recently my mom flipped it right back at me. This seems to be a breakthrough.
- On Tuesday, November 25th, 2008 I chipped my drinking glass while eating at a restaurant. This wouldn't have been so bad, except that I chipped it with my overbite as I was drinking from it. I then proceeded to take a few very painful bites from my meal before noticing the piece missing from my glass. Yes. It was stuck in my throat. I went to the doctor, who asked "Are you sure you just don't feel as if there is a piece of glass stuck in your throat?" He sent me for x-rays nonetheless. The x-ray technician very sagely informed me that he suspected there was a piece of glass stuck in my throat.
"We think there might be a piece of glass stuck in your throat. You need to head down to emergency."
I asked, "Can't this wait?"
He replied "No."
So I went on down to emergency with Reuben. We then waited 5 hours in tiny chairs. Finally, I saw a doctor who told me I needed more x-rays. As I was waiting for my next set of x-rays, I noticed the piece of glass moving down my throat. I thought to myself, "Oh flip. Now I'm going to swallow this. What a waste of a day."
And sure enough, I swallowed it. What a waste of a day!
1) Aren't you going to inform the restaurant?
No. It wasn't their fault. It was my overbite, and accident-pronedness. I even noticed the glass vibrating after I chipped it.
2) Did it hurt?
Not that much. Sometimes not at all, but then it would move again. It was more creepy than anything else. I could feel it cutting my throat.
3) Was it a big piece of glass?
No, it was tiny. I've got the x-rays to prove it.
4) May I see your x-rays?
Absolutely, but you must swear to me first that you love cats.
5) Don't you have to return your x-rays?
No. Well, I probably do, but they are going to have to hunt me down first. I am fond of these photos, and plan to decorate my house with them in the future.
An interesting aside:
I was wearing my moccasins while this particular incident happened. What makes this little tidbit interesting, is the fact that in all the freak accidents I have incurred, my moccasins have been on my feet:
1) The frankentoe (Spring 07) : Remember when I mutilated my toe? It's even recorded on this very xanga site. I was wearing my moccasins (first pair).
2) The bloody chin (Fall 07) : I fell on my chin trying to impress Freshmen with how old I was. You may remember the divet that came out of my face, the misalignment of my jaw, or the infected scab and blackened bruise that resided under it. Moccasins were the footwear of choice (second pair).
3) The great glass debacle (Fall 08) : Described above. Moccasins kept my feet cozy (current pair).
|Tomorrow morning I leave for Trois-Rivières. I am doing the Explore Program. I will be gone for five weeks. |
Wish me French!
|As we all well know, I am a master at Text Twist on Yahoo Games. This ability, like many others, is both a blessing and a curse. |
Its blessing comes in the form of the High-Score. This screen shot, taken just over a year ago, is a picture of the very first time I broke the hundred thousands.
The score: 118 550
Approximately eight months ago, however, I topped this number. Obviously, the Vitamin D from the summer sunlight played a crucial role.
The score: 143 580
Last night, however, was the ultimate test of my stamina. As soon as the number climbed past one hundred thousand I knew I had the chance to do the impossible. I neither drank nor ate nor slept. I thought words. I breathed words. I was words. This dedication to my sport paid off. I cracked the two hundred thousands. But my glory was short-lived. I was defeated by a word, a most ironic and daunting word:
The Score: 206 820
The worst part is I almost had it. As you can see, 'marytr' is the last
thing I typed before time ran out. If only I had the digital
proficiency to type a word correctly in less than one second.
And as for its curse? It comes in the form of my uncool reputation. For the record, I rarely sit in front of my computer screen playing Text Twist for hours. I usually just leave the browser open on the page. I have even been known to go clubbing between rounds. Except not. I have actually never been known to do that.
It needs to be said that I have not been practicing Text Twist every day for the last year. The urge to play will usually be brought on by stress and major assignments.
In other news, I have now officially played two hundred games of Free Cell without losing. Well, without losing a game anyway. As for my social life, I think it started to disappear as soon as I started typing this post.
"Ms. B better be the one to tell us the words." This was said during a spelling test.
My current practicum placement is with third grade students. My previous practicum placement was with twelfth grade students. It has been a significant adjustment.
I used to be terrified of the Grade 3's. Believe it or not, I was a lot less afraid when I was with the Grade 12's. But these Grade 3's, they just like me for no apparent reason. It's so validating. The other day, when my mentor teacher told the students I would be doing the math drill, one of the boys pumped his fist in the air and said "Yes!" Again, super validating. On Wednesday I get to decorate the bulletin board in the hallway with the postcards they made as a part of my lesson. Elementary school is a lot more tactile than highschool. I enjoy it so far.
Except somewhere in my heart there's a foolish monkey that tugs on my consciousness and tells me I want to teach creative writing.
I was indirectly and sappily challenged to write a love poem.
Here you go, Reuben. I made this for you. You will barf with love.
Mimbly Plum Love Poem
You are my only sugar lump google puff
When you cotton candy dimply smile at me
I feel happy rainbowbows, and newborn baby kittens
In my sunshine beamy iddle widdle hearty heart
If you were to lacy fluffy plumpy plimply look my way
I would icingly vanilla sprinkly syrup giggle gig
And I would know that I was schnoogly pillow chippy peppily
Your one and true tiggly wump pudding pie
I am expecting some very creative responses.