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*tonight the part of Erin is being played by a generally happy person*

I went to observe a PT clinic this morning and I found out from the employees that for both PTA and PT schools I have to take gross anatomy. I have to cut up a dead person. Skipping the obvious gross joke. Now, I enjoyed the rat, frog and pig but this? I guess it was unavoidable. Its always been my #1 excuse for not going to med school and now I want to go to PT school bad enough to do a little medical research. Plus I'll get paid in installments for the rest of my life. Like, would you cut up a dead person who intended their pickled corpse for that purpose for the price of oh, 1.5 million before taxes? But there is that matter of the recurring dream about not wanting to look at a dead body. Remember when one of Edwina's ex husbands was married to a grief counseler who'd never seen a dead body and she was trying to console them over someone til she found out they had him laid out in the living room and she freaked out? That was funny.

Okay, so that little capitalist rationalization was brought to you by Dow. Scrubbing bubbles in your mind, where they belong.

Oh, and my mother bought a big pretty new suv that she and I have wanted for about 10 years. I'm not plugging this company for free but let me just say its the official vehicle of some army. Somewhere. And it has a 10 cd changer. So when the Damn Family goes on a little mini vacation to see Jimmy Buffett this weekend we'll be riding in style. I guess I'll tell ya'll about the concert. Its not a show I'd normally pick but it'll be a cool family thang. Should be a voyeur's nightmare.

I was done with my test tonight in 30 minutes. I always figure, since they're mulitple choice tests, I have to get all the answers right that I'm gonna get right, and guess on the others as I go along. I use educated guesses, by eliminating and stuff, but still, I mean, they can't want us to learn it too badly if they keep giving multiple guess tests. Any of you fellow band geeks remember whether they used to give written tests in band? I can't remember, but I bet they weren't takien very seriously, if they did give them.

I played bowling (yes, I meant that) tonight with E.L. All I wanna do when I bowl is dance around on the waxed floor in those shoes. I'm a pretty bad bowler, and I keep forgetting whether its golf or bowling where you want to get a low score. And now my shoulder hurts, but you know me, I hate to complain.

The Onion came out today. I know what I'm doing next.

Oh, and could someone who know tell me how to put little links in my entries?

I'll repay you in details of my inner thoughts. Thanks.

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