Whenever I give into my sweet tooth craving and visit the vending machine in the Cramer Hall [Health Sciences] Student Lounge, there is always one bag of candy that is barely still clinging onto it's row. I always pick that candy, whatever it is (once, it was Swedish Fish, once it was Reece's) and therefore end up with the clinger candy and the candy that I actually paid for.
Sometimes, I feel bad for whoever didn't get their candy. It's really not fair that I should get two while they get none.

But at the same time, I feel as if it is The Universe's way of telling me that, every now and then, a little treat is O.K.

This is what was left over from Tuesday and the "snowpolcolypse."
It's snowing again.
Snow day Monday?

Apparently, I'm on of those people who can drink rum and tequila slowly, I don't have to shoot i to get it down and I don't have to pull a face.
Apparently, my balance is good enough pre-alcohol that I can pass a field sobriety test after 6 shots of rum. I don't know if it's fair though, walking heal-toe and touching your nose with outstretched arms are also concussion tests, and we have practiced those in class extensively. Maybe it's just muscle memory at this point.

I keep bringing up animals I want when we are older and Drew just keeps saying I can have them. I hope he realizes that I WILL get these animals, just as I got Ozwald 5 years ago.

-Holy Crap. Ozwald will be FIVE YEARS OLD in 8 days!!-

So far, we have mutually decided that we want:
A Basset Hound
A Great Dane or two
A White Goose or two
A Collie/Labrador/medium sized dog
A turtle

He has told me:
I may get chickens so we don't have to buy eggs.
I may rescue racing Grey Hounds.
I may get a tea cup Pig.
I may get geckos with sticky fingers.
I may have an emu.

There will never be a snake, spider, or bird smaller than a penguin in my house.

I remember when I was in elementary school, I had a friend, Shane, who had like, a million pets. Birds, and two dogs, and three cats, and a snake, and gerbils, and a turtle, and rabbits, and god knows what else. I'm going to grow up and now my children will be the kids with a million pets. I am okay with this. :)

WARNING

MATT. YOU MAY WANT TO SKIP THIS POST. IT CONTAINS THE KIND OF IMAGES I THINK ARE AWESOME BUT MAY MAKE YOU FAINT.

Carry on.

I got to play with real human brains and spinal cords today.
Holy shit, I cannot even explain how cool it was.
I even understand nerve tracts better now.

A list

Things I Must Occasionally Remind Myself:

1) When I am 23, this ring will be on the other hand.
2) When I am almost 24, I will also be looking for a wedding dress.
3) I'm more competent in the Athletic Training Room than I give myself credit for.
4) Drink more milk.
5) I will never be 5'10'' and 125 pounds.
6) That is ok, I work my butt off everyday to look how I do now.
7) I cook my own food, clean my own apartment, and pay my own rent, I'M AN ADULT.
8) As hard as being in Milwaukee is, I was not one of the people who couldn't handle college and went home.
9) I am strong; physically and mentally.
10) He's in love with me, and only me.
11) Even though it's sunny, I still need a scarf.
12) Twice-baked (red) potatoes are totally worth the effort.
12) Floss.
13) Speak up.
14) Not everyone understands the body like I do.
15) Things are difficult now so I can ensure myself a better future.

SNOW DAY

SNOWPOCOLYPSE!
SNOW.M.G!
SNOWTORIOUS B.I.G!
Are just a few of the things I have heard people say about the blizzard we had last night. And trust me, when I say blizzard I mean it.
I walked ONE WHOLE BLOCK to Nichole's house last night to hang out in celebration of our snow day today, and it was exhausting just to get there. Breaking a path from my apartment's back door to the street was hard enough, and when I got there, I stepped on a snow drift and sunk in past my knee! The whole time though, I was thinking about how AWESOME the snow would be if it wasn't blowing so hard it hurt your eyes to look anywhere but straight down. The viability was so bad you could barely even see across the street.
Sometimes, I take this ally/walk way between two other apartments because it's a straight shot to the street, rather than going around the apartments. When I walk there at night, sometimes I worry a hobo is going to reach out and get me. Yesterday when I walked outside I was kind of worried that the ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN was going to come out of nowhere and snatch me up.
I'm a bit sad I didn't get pictures last night, but here are some from what we woke up to:

Here I am standing on the sidewalk outside my apartment. Because of how the wind was blowing, you can see the side walk had to be carved down from about three feet of snow. Behind me, you can see a drift that comes up to my chest.

Here's a picture of someone who was lucky enough to park AFTER the wind. Nichole's poor car has a snow drift up and over half of her hood. They also plowed a line through her parking lot for some reason, putting a 4 foot wall of snow right on the side of her car. She wont be going anywhere for a while.
This is outside my front door. The three parts of the wall you can see are about knee, waist, and shoulder level.

Yeahhh.....

I love that tonight and tomorrow's one-word weather description is "Blizzard."
I love even more that due to this impending "Snowpocolyps" (no, I did not make that up) I GOT A SNOW DAY TOMORROW.
Fuck. Yes.
Cause you know what that means?
No fucking physics.
You know what else that means?
I will be going to Nichole's house around 11pm tonight, getting hammered, and watching SLC Punk, sleeping over on her comfy couch, and then making pancakes in the morning. Irresponsible underage drinking for. the. win.
My classmate Carrie is a lucky duck. Her 21st birthday is tomorrow and now she can actually have fun going out tonight. Do I wish I could go out with the rest of my class because I am one of three not 21 yet? Sometimes. But then I remember they will be stumbling around in the blizzard (lawlz) tonight, and I will be in LAS VEGAS in five months. I can wait. :)

Looking out my window I don't know if it's even snowing right now, but it's very, very windy, so I think it's just blowing what has already fallen around.

Today I got in trouble for something that happened in the training room that I was not a part of. In Iowa, one of our sprinters cramped up really bad during a race. I took care of her there, and was planning on telling Danielle (My CI and the head track and field AT) about it, in person, on Monday when I went into the training room.
Monday: Dave, who was the certified at the meet last weekend, was already in the training room when I got there yesterday, and had already told the sprinter to put ice on her hamstrings for 15 minutes. Danielle was not in the training room at the time I walked in, but got in about 10 minutes after I did. At this point in time, we talked to the sprinter about what happened at the meet, Dave told Danielle that he put his eval of her hamstrings into our computer database. Danielle and sprinter go to talk to the head coach about sprinter not being at practice. Danielle and sprinter come back. At this point in time, I am working with another athlete. Danielle takes sprinter through some rehab, which includes heating her hamstrings and some exercises.
Today, I got an email from Dave saying I should have sent Danielle an email on Sunday telling her about said sprinter. And he's right, I should have. But then he went on about how *I* was having an athlete ice (um, no... *HE* was having the athlete ice when I got there) and how *I* should have told Danielle what Dave's eval and plan for the sprinter was (which he did not tell me and I assumed he told Danielle when he was talking to her when she got there) and how *I* should not let an athlete bully me into getting the treatment she wants and how *I* should have never put heat packs on right after icing. And how it was *MY* fault that all this happened because I did not email Danielle or tell her when she got into the training room that the sprinter had ice on.
Ok...
First of all, yes, I should have emailed Danielle. My bad.
Secondly though. Danielle WALKED IN WHEN THE ATHLETE HAD ICE ON. WE TOLD HER THE ATHLETE HAD JUST ICED BECAUSE DAVE TOLD HER TOO. I guess I was wrong to assume DANIELLE KNEW THE SPRINTER HAD JUST ICED HER HAMSTRINGS.
Third, it is not *my* job as a student to pull Danielle aside and tell her, "Look, Dave did sprinter's eval before I got here and he didn't tell me what his assessment was but he's having her ice." That is Dave's job to relay.
Fourth, I had NO involvement in the athlete's decision to heat. That was 100% Danielle's (a Certified Athletic Trainer and the person I am working UNDER) decision and it happened while I was with another athlete. Danielle said she did not know why Dave had the sprinter ice and did not tell the sprinter to stop heating.

Dave said to call him if I wanted to talk about his email. I would like to put out my side of the story, but I need to figure out how to do so in a non-whiny way. Also, I'm afraid to call Dave, calling him would be weird.