Money isn't always a good motivator

I recently saw a commercial for the next season of Survivor (I'm not sure the number or what country this series will take place). It got me to thinking about what provokes people to want to participate in an experiment such as this.

The money?
Contestant's aren't guaranteed money. I mean, they actually have to out-lie, out-wit and get to the very end before they win money. All the while, they have to sleep on the ground, sometimes in the rain, and among rats, snakes and all kinds of other animals and reptiles and whatnot. And they have to participate in these physical challenges that just look sooooooooooo hard.

There's no shaving, plucking, deodorant and all kinds of little things that I consider a must. I know shaving isn't a MUST, but it's a must to me, even if I don't get around to shaving my legs for a few days - depending on how tired and depressed I am.
And don't even get me started about other areas that won't be able to be shaved out in the middle of nowhere.

I absolutely could not be part of such an experiment. I would totally get on people's nerves. Sure, I'm capable of being polite and whatnot. But that would only last for a short while. For one, the food supply isn't very plentiful, as past episodes have shown. And anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I require food to function, and caffeine. I would be a serious bitch without caffeine and limited food. I'm getting scared just thinking about it.

I would be too honest for other people's liking. I know this about myself. I try to not break out the honestly as much as before. But I still have my moments. It's usually in the middle of one of those moment's when I realize that I probably should just shut up. But it's usually too late once I've figured that out.

There is just no way that anyone would choose me to win $1 million.
Plus, I don't think I could get to the end because I wouldn't be able to do all the lying that seems to be required. Oh, and I'm not a very good liar anyway. Gossiping I've got down. Lying, not so much.

Oh well, I guess I'll stick to dry land and my nice comfy bed.

Please dumb it down to my level :-)

It is just before 11 p.m. on Friday night and I just finished putting in many hours on homework for my pathology class that I started this week. This class is hard, and it is going to be really challenging. Starting with the professor who is an MD who talks to the students like we know what she's talking about. I nearly lost feeling in my right hand taking notes in class Thursday night.

I'm contemplating shooting her an email and begging her to dumb down her lectures to a level that I will understand.

I'm giving my classes my all. I don't really have a choice, actually. I need to do well in them all so I can become a certified medical coder and hopefully get a good job. So failing is not an option.

So I'm doing my best in class, paying attention, trying my best to partake in class participation without sounding like a complete idiot, when I look over and see some of the pre-med students in the class who are not taking notes.

WHAT THE FUCK?????????????

I'm thinking, "It must be real nice to be sooooooooooooo smart that you don't have to take notes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

My eyes catch this Abercrombie & Fitch model-like guy in my class who is picking lint off his coat while not taking notes. I shit you not, I wanted to throw something at his pretty face.

God please help me!!

Doing what I have to do

It is 2009. I pray to God that my 2009 is better than 2008. And 2007.

I'm pretty excited about getting back to school next week. Although I really enjoyed having a month break from school. I'll be taking pathology and coding I this semester. I picked up my books today for a whopping $475. That's right. It's okay though because I think I'll be able to always use the coding books.

All in all, spending the money doesn't bother me too much because I know I'll feel more secure once my schooling is finished and I'm in a secure job as a coder and transcriber. I'll be sooooooooooo super excited to be working in some kind of medical environment.

One thing that I wanted to do during my break from school was to eat right and get back in the gym. I am somewhat pleased that I've been eating healthy for going on two weeks and I've been working out just about everyday. That might not seem like a big deal to some, but it's major for me because I totally use food as a therapist. I've been abusing that therapist for a while now. And I didn't want to balloon up to the size I used to be before I lost a bunch of weight. I'll have to admit, life really gets in the way sometimes. There are times when life seems so very hard. But I'm trying really hard to get myself back on track.

Anyway, I talked to my friend Julie who wondered why she hadn't seen or talked to me in such a long time. I'M SOOOO BUSY. It's just really hard to make time for friends when there just isn't enough time in the day for myself. I'm just trying real hard to get my life back on track. I feel like my trolley car has gone off the track and I'm trying get get it back on.

I have to put myself first right now. I feel bad that I don't have time to talk on the phone as much, or go to lunch with friends. But I know what I'm doing is what needs to be done to make my life better and will enable me to have more leisure time in the future.