My Elf Self

I've been playing around with ElfYourself (thanks, Trinoh!) and I can't stop giggling at the "Elf Selves" I created for Scott and me:

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9588061433

I'm not sure why Scott's glasses look so ginormous - they don't in real life. But I think we are MUCH better dancers disguised as our elf alter egos than we are as medical students and chemists. Especially Scott. I mean, we've been together over 10 years, and I've danced with him exactly three times (at weddings that I dragged him to.) When I used to clog (boo hoo, I miss it) sometimes we'd be short on guys, and I'd have to dance with my ex-pre-algebra teacher, who is female. So I've danced with my female pre-algebra teacher many more times than with Scott. That's just wrong, people.

Anyway, follow that link. And laugh. (You have to have Flash Player running.)

Father's Day & Mother's Day, both a little late

I meant to do this on Mother's Day, but I had some evil test or another - or, now that I think about it, I believe I had just finished a set of blocks and was still in post-block stupor. (A phenomenon, by the way, with which only medical students can identify - or maybe all professional students in the sciences (dental students, pharmacy students, physical therapy students) - I don't know. Anyway, what happens to me and some members of my class is that after we have exams, we can't seem to form coherent sentences. They come out sounding like Steve Martin's water-smudged "Dear John" letter from Bernadette Peters in The Jerk* - "I meant to tell you that blah bluh blee, and then we can bloo blah." And then one stares into space for about seven minutes. Sometimes we would go out for lunch after our last exam, and I would have a horrible time ordering. "I'd like a guacamole side plate of tomato dressing, I mean, a salad with extra plates and side guacamole on the dressed tomatoes, I mean, a plate of salad with extra tomatoes, dressing on the side and guacamole no. Oh well, that's good enough." Poor waitresses. No wonder we make them run away. And strangely enough, when I'm speaking post-test jibberish, other medical students can understand me.)

Enough about that. Then I meant to do this for Father's Day yesterday, but I was busy hanging out with my dad in between naps. (His naps and my naps!) So, I love my mom and dad to pieces and wanted to say so. Here's some pictures of wee Kim with Mom and with Dad (I think you can figure out which is which.) Forgive Dad's unfortunate hair - it was the 70s, after all. And wasn't my Mom so pretty? That's probably what I was trying to tell her.

Or maybe I was saying, "I want a cat." Or, "My pancreas hurts." Or, "What's an anxiety disorder?" Speaking of anxiety disorders and my pancreas, my parents are so understanding and helpful when I'm hurting, mentally or physically. I know that when I hurt, they hurt, and when my heart breaks, theirs breaks twice as much. I will never be able to pay them back for all that they have given me, and I love them dearly. By example, my Mom has taught me compassion, generosity and the importance of family. (And also how to cook stuff.) And Dad is my definition of hard work, responsibility and sacrifice. He's a great businessman and I am totally going to enlist his help in building my own medical practice if I ever decide to do so.

They both make me feel very loved and cared for, and I hope they know that I love them right back. From then to now ...

* Here's a mp3 if you haven't heard that scene. (Right click and "save target as", as usual.) There's some other great quotes from the movie here at "got wavs?" - man, that's a funny movie. Maybe I should watch it again.

Fa la la la la ...

Because I know it's the burning question on everyone's mind, my favorite Christmas song is O Holy Night - I think the lyrics are so beautiful. Coming in at a close second is Carol of the Bells, because the music and the harmonies are gorgeous. Guess what is third?

Well, it's the quasi-Christmas song, Last Christmas by Wham!, obviously.

I have a question, though. Last Christmas was in a movie, and neither Scott nor I can remember which one. The Internet doesn't know, either, although it does puzzle at Last Christmas' curious popularity. So I need your help, y'all. What's the movie? It will drive me even crazier than I already am until I figure it out. Any help will be appreciated.

The one where I'm Debbie Downer. Sorry.

You know, I actually had a post knocking around in my head today, and I thought, "Tonight there will be a new post on the blog! A good one too!" These kinds of things are exciting to me, because my life is sad.

However, I ended up having a rather crappy evening (nothing I want to talk about here or anything - I mention it only because I want to remember what date it was) and then when I got home and looked at all the shopping bags and merriment and such littering my floor, I realized that ... I don't have a job. And I can't afford to give people Christmas presents like I usually do, and like I love to do, because I don't have a job. So I've spent the last couple of hours crying, and putting together bags of stuff to return tomorrow, which isn't nearly as much fun as buying gifts for people. Bleh. I can't wait until 2 1/2 years go by and I'm employed again. I've almost decided to take out more loans than I usually do the next time I have to fill out a renewal FAFSA, because I hate mooching off of my parents. I know my dad doesn't mind, but I still hate it.

Sorry for the downer post. And if you're still shopping, by any chance, you could use my Amazon link to help me pay for my server. It really does help, when people use it. And whoever bought the diamond watch, I love you to bits. That is all.

Oh, and this? Re: Justin Timberlake and the *bleep* in a box? Is hilarious. Not that one of those is on my list or anything. I just want some DiorShow mascara and DVDs. That video almost, almost - made me feel better after an evening of tears and feeling crappy about myself.