tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59213722011-09-26T07:26:43.196-07:00Random musings, complaints, thoughts, ideas, notions, rants, raves and grievances with the occasional praise and/or compliment.Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280261895164285439noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921372.post-64284001923787541312011-09-05T15:56:00.000-07:002011-09-11T20:01:35.612-07:00

One of the first things we learned in my class "Systems of Human Behavior" (yeah, not my hardest class) is that when a person wants to escape stress, one possible defense mechanism is to "regress" or partially return to an earlier stage of development when life was easier. Maybe it's just that I've regressed to deal with the stress of starting med school, but lately I've started to feel

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So now that I'm a doctor...well, ok a medical student...um, since about a week ago.. [at least my chances of actually becoming a doctor have increased exponentially since UW School of Medicine got tired of me begging to be let in and finally cracked (!!!!)] Well anyway, now that I'm in, I figure I should chronicle the super fun, exciting life of a med student. Turns out that even though I

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Ok, I think four years is about right for my self-imposed ban on blogging after the use of the word "tween" last time. So by popular demand, here it is: the infamous key story. ("Key" as in a little piece of metal that opens locks, not as in extremely important or life-changing--trust me on that one.) One upon a time in high school I missed the morning school bus.  Well, maybe more than once

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I just can't bring myself to put a picture of the Hannah Montana logo here. As I was watching Saturday morning TV for the first time in a decade or so (ok that's a lie, its probably been a few years), I saw two horrible things that will prevent me from watching it for another decade (or at least a few years). 1. The name of the lady who does the traffic on the Channel 4 early morning news

Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280261895164285439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921372.post-1151647209910742932006-06-29T22:58:00.000-07:002011-08-24T21:15:33.128-07:00

Today I was interviewed by three pregnant women. Right before the interview started, one of them winked at me and whispered, "It's in the water." I respectfully declined the position.  

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Alright, I came back from Tokyo. :( But in an attempt to regain my sense of Americanism and stifle the withdrawal symptoms from leaving Japan, I recently took a trip to "Our Nation's Capitol." (If I hear the words "Our Nation's Capitol" one more time, I will scream.) Amongst the cherry blossom trees (no flashbacks of Tokyo there) I saw "the monuments" as the locals say. After that, I

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I was reading the latest edition of Japanzine, the English language national Japanese magazine. Here is a sampling of some festivals held in Japan in February. (I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.....) February 3, Yamaguchi Festival Local businesses donate cow-related prizes made from gold, silver and copper. The top prize is a live bull that the winner has to look after until the

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Go to Japan and: 1. break your computer Why oh why was I eating chicken noodle soup over the keyboard of my laptop while watching 24? I know this will be hard to believe, but completely unexpectedly, I spilled the soup and watched it seep into the depths of my computer. (FYI, even if you computer has a virus, chicken soup is not the cure...sorry that was pretty awful) After being told at

Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280261895164285439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921372.post-1131202799138272382005-11-05T06:34:00.000-08:002011-09-11T20:13:32.327-07:00

I FINALLY had the opportunity to visit Tokyo DisneySea last week, no thanks to my co-workers (but that's a story for another day). After growing up 20 minutes from Disneyland in California, I can't remember a time when I went to a Disney theme park and didn't instantly know where to go and what to see. At DisneySea, I walked in and was instantly lost. It was kind of nice. So after seeing

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I came to Japan for new experiences of course. One of those new experiences involves trying new foods, but beyond that, new flavors. Not only do they have ice cream here, they have red bean ice cream. Not only do they have frappaccinos here, they have green tea frappuccinos. Melon and mango are also big flavors that aren't so prevalent in the States, but so far I haven't found anything to be

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Notice how the wind is blowing....up. There are three things you should never do in Japan: 1. Assume that just because you want to transfer from a rapid train to a local train that they will run on either side of the same platform. 2. Agree to go out for all-you-can-eat pizza at lunch when you already have early dinner plans at an okonomiyaki (translation = big pizza like cabbage omelet

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I spent the evening expressly ignoring police orders. But let me start by saying that whoever said Japanese people are quiet has never been to the Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival. This show is billed as the biggest fireworks display in Tokyo, and very possibly the world. 1,ooo,ooo people + 20,000 fireworks = lots of noise. After braving the crowds on the subway (hey, that's part of the fun), I

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Ewww. (That may be the worst title ever. Maybe I'll change it someday.) So Japan's a great country, they have it all here. Where else can you spend $8 on your lunch break for pizza, tater tots, bottomless drinks and karaoke for an hour or ride the former world's tallest roller coaster at the base of Mt. Fuji? (Well, I guess that last one supposes Japan by default.) But anyway, it's a great

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It's cherry blossom season and you know what that means (like everything else in Japan).....lots of beer! To celebrate the beauty of nature, it is customary here to gather up your spouse, children, kegs of pink colored beer (to match the blossoms of course), blanket and 100 of your closest friends, co-workers and drinking buddies for a day of revelry among the blossoms. Those cherry blossoms

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Japan is just like I remembered it. My first week here I spent in the training building for the English school I'm working for.  It's Japanese style so futons, tatami mats and paper doors. My roommate, Kirsty, is from Sydney. We're the only two girls here out of ten trainees and my Japanese is pretty bad, as expected, but I may not have a chance to improve it as much as I'd like since

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I received my very first traffic ticket (well, first real ticket, not the parking kind) sometime before last Thanksgiving. I'm pretty sure that when I got the ticket I really had stopped fully at the stop sign, but I realize there have been a million other times when I certainly have not....and I'm willing to bet there is a whole group of folks out there who would argue that I have never

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I haven't really had a cause in awhile, you know, something to stand up for and get excited about. The other day, everyone's favorite UCSD former gubanatorial candidate decided to write an opinion article in the UCSD student newspaper, The Guardian, about alleged "misinformation" being given out on tours to prospective students. Here is the article followed by my response: __________________

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Not these ones. I have. And both feelings are ones of sheer panic. Let me start at the beginning (yes I know, a very good place to start). I teach these SAT review classes, right? So I am exposed to teenagers on a daily basis. And like most socio-demographic groups, they are fine when you have them isolated, but put them together and that mob mentality kicks in. One teenager is a piece of

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I'll warn you that this entry is a bit whiny, but still outlines the absurdity of my life and so you may chance to enjoy it.  So my life lately has been a bit challenging.  My new bedroom has no window in it. TOP FIVE THINGS ABOUT HAVING NO WINDOW 1. Do it yourself Circadian rhythms 2. Significantly reduced risk of skin cancer 3. Indoor baseball games are much less destructive 4. Um

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Alright alright alright already. The terrible, horrible drought of blogging here has finally come to an end. Up until this point, I have been busy doing a number of things lately, not the least of which has been GRADUATING, so cut me some slack here people. Luckily, that means that together with the act of graduating and also the recent vacation to the east coast, I have spent a vast amount

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Since Kate has become my blog mentor, did you know that Kate? You're my blog mentor! (We should plan a reception or something to celebrate.) Since she is my blog mentor, that pretty much means everything she does blog-wise, I am liable to copy. So there's this new thing going around that I discovered in Kate's blog where you're supposed to post the fifth sentence from the 23rd page of the

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So today Kate, who is sitting-in on a J.R.R Tolkien class, came into my room and told me that she and her fellow "Tolkieners" had come up with the idea that at her party tomorrow night everyone should come dressed as a different Tolkien character. This makes her a geek. We have all been relatively understanding that she is in this class in the first place ("intelligent curiosity" says she)

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I saw the guy at school who rides around on a Segway today. I think he is officially known as "The Guy At School Who Rides Around On A Segway." What's worse, that is probably exactly how he wants to be known. Those things, cloaked in secrecy during development and currently costing $5,000 are, at the moment, only owned by rich people and very few at that. I realize that in order for Segways

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I admit it, the only reason I bought the box of cereal that I did was because there was a free toy in it. What the free toy was isn't really pertinent to this discussion nor was it to me at the time of my purchase. These days it's almost impossible to find an actual toy in a cereal box, now you have to mail away for them all. But the way I figure, if it's got a free toy IN it, I'm sold. (

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create your own personalized map of the USAHmm, it's a bit lopsided. I guess I have my work cut out for me with those eastern states.

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Just in case you were wondering how my o-chem midterm went, this is what happened BEFORE it this morning. I am taking the easy way out and pasting in my IM conversation with Jolene because I have already described it once and I don't want to write it all out again. Also because she complained that I don't update enough (even though I have a DISCLAIMER about that sort of thing in my very

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Ok, once and for all, let's get this drive-in church thing settled. Yes, when I was little my parents and I went to drive-in church. No, it was not drive-THROUGH church, we did not go to the In-n-Out of churches. Drive-IN church, is kind of like a drive-in movie, except instead of staring a movie for an hour and a half, you stare at a church. Pretty simple concept. There was a huge lawn

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My washing machine tried to escape today. We keep it in the dank confines of the garage, so I guess I can see it's point, but I had no idea washing machines could just decide to get up and walk away. Normally the washer and dryer are facing the same direction (as is quite normal) toward the far end of the garage with their backs against the wall. This is the standard configuration I found

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As if the Atkins people have not capitalized enough in the name of their deceased founder, I would like to propose they are also secretly behind this new product I saw at the grocery store frozen food aisle the other day. There were vegetables on the box but there were no vegetables IN the box. Veggie Tales as it seems, those adorable singing vegetable cartoon characters, have sold out to

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I have a comment section finally!!!! Thank you thank you thank you Kate! Your powers of html deciphering are fabulous! Ok everybody, this is your chance to make yourself known (to me, at least). Now we'll see how many readers I actually have, as opposed to the number I just wish I had. So don't be shy, line right up and comment, comment, comment. (Don't say anything mean though, I might

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Yesterday morning as I stumbled downstairs before my 8am Organic Chemistry lecture (yes, a moment of silence for my horrible schedule this quarter would be in order here), I grabbed my huge Price Club sized box of Cheerios from the cupboard and poured myself a big bowl of nourishment with milk partially thanks to Tanya who had bought the milk (thanks Tanya!). I sat at the table, minding my

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If you are trying to raise the participation of the 12-18 year old demographic in the bell choir, DO NOT rename it "The Heavenly Ding-Dongs." It is not cute nor funny and everyone thinks it is a stupid name.

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The weather during December in L.A. is, I must admit, a bit disappointing. First of all, there is no snow of course, but also it is the darkest and dreariest month of the year. We even occasionally get a sprinking of...gasp...RAIN. I know that I have absolutely no room to complain about the weather here when there are people in North Dakota or Saskatchewan (hee hee, my all-time favorite

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Today was the last Saturday before Christmas and we all know what that means--well at least those of us in my family do. That means today was the annual Hayes family Christmas party at my aunt's house in Ventura. (You know, Ventura--the county that prides itself on being not quite L.A. and not quite Santa Barbara) I spent the day playing with my cousin's five kids who are just now getting

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I realize that many of you (one person) occasionally (constantly) check this journal to see if it's been updated. Might I point your attention to the very first entry (that I just added to) where it has been clearly stated since Oct. 9 (or so it says) that I may or may not update regularly. So there. But I do remember being vaguely reminded last night while I was more than half asleep that

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Today my family had its almost annual yard sale. Yard sales at my house are a little backwards, but what isn't a little backwards at my house? At my house, instead of asking, "What do you want to sell?", my dad asks, "What don't you want to sell?" His theory is that everything has its price, the less you want to sell something, the more you make it cost, but that anything you own could be

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I was just in the grocery store with Kate and she brought to mind an interesting observation. (I feel like Kate and I have become close enough that she will not object to me "stealing" her important observation...especially since credit was just given where it was due) Anyway, we noticed that there is hardly no laundry detergent available in stores today that smells like laundry detergent.

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I just really like this picture of my family. I have never been away from my family for more than a few weeks at a time, including both Japan trips. So this past weekend, after not being home in two months, I was persuaded by my mom to drive up and keep the peace while she and my dad went to Phoenix. The premise of my trip all stemmed from my aunt's penchant for yard sales. She loves yard

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Ok, I realize it took me quite a long time to tell you that the karaoke machine has, in fact, arrived safely and unscathed by whatever natural disaster I am now convinced UPS made up to allow themselves an extra day for delivery. I don't mind the small white lie (is lying about a NATURAL DISASTER really ever to be considered small and white?) because truth be told, it arrived on the day it

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This is what I picture must have happened. Bad news, my, uh I mean Circle K's, karaoke machine has been threatened by a "natural disaster" according to UPS. It was supposed to arrive this Tuesday, but as of the last time I checked the tracking website, it had been delayed by some unnamed catastrophe. It's being shipped from Baltimore, Maryland (update: really?). Has anyone heard of any

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I especially like the incorrect apostrophe. 84 cents a copy of the Bible written in Ebonics a bottle of orange juice a bouncy ball a popcorn tin (yes, it had popcorn in it) a yoga mat another sticker from "The Velvet Touch" dry-cleaners with that famous proclaimation: "This man wants to clean your clothes" an unopened chocolate bunny from last Easter and finally..... the notebook

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"Do people in your area ever die?" This morning I was watching TV, as I sometimes do, despite the fact that it was a Sunday morning which is, hands down, the worst collection of timeslots a network has. At least in the middle of the night you can usually get some form of 80s sitcom run in syndication, but your show has to be really bad or really low budget to warrant a Sunday morning

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I am not a fan of graffiti, few people are. But I do occasionally notice that a lot of work goes into it, however misguided the effort may be. You have to admit that someone must be pretty artistically talented to make some of the stuff I have seen on various walls, freeway overpasses and train cars in LA and Long Beach. Growing up in these areas, even though graffiti very seldom came

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The details of my life are quite inconsequental. My father was a boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy

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And now, for my Japanese readers, a short introduction: はじめまして！ 私はケリです。UCSDの学生です。四年生です。二十一歳です。せんこうは人類学です。目いっしゃになります。しゅしんはロングビチでうす。こうこう学生の時、日本語を勉強します。七月と今年八月の時、一ヶ月は日本へ行きました。東京と京都と大阪を見ました。東京に池袋と原宿と竹下どりを見ました。楽しました！

Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280261895164285439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921372.post-1067564615111306942003-10-30T17:43:00.000-08:002011-09-11T21:52:04.714-07:00

Karaoke-kan! I just bought a $500 karaoke machine on my parent's credit card.  Now, before you accuse me of insanity and greed, I will tell you 1) it only cost $230 (yay for internet sales) and 2) it is not for me, my parents are being reimbursed. The service club I'm in needs a karaoke machine for a fundraiser dance and low and behold, who do they ask to buy it for them? ME. Obviously,

Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280261895164285439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921372.post-1067564050466507412003-10-30T17:34:00.000-08:002011-09-11T21:54:27.052-07:00

So as it turns out, I was at Price Club (Costco as it is now called, for those of you that want to be anal about it) and saw chicken tortilla soup (my favorite) for 0.14 cents an ounce, the cheapest I have ever seen anything cost in my entire life. (When I am at Price Club, I don't actually look at the total price of anything, just the price per ounce, blame it on my dad--the life long

Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280261895164285439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921372.post-1065749384722140452003-10-09T18:29:00.000-07:002011-09-11T22:00:39.546-07:00

The flight went well, although any flight that I get off of in one piece I would consider as going well. We took a two hour bus ride after that to the church that I`m staying at and collapsed into bed. We (Lori, Julie and I) arrived two days ago and since then have been getting accustomed to the culture and more importantly, the time change. We went to bed at 10pm Tokyo time our first

Kelliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280261895164285439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921372.post-1065747974855043272003-10-09T18:06:00.000-07:002011-09-06T23:57:44.382-07:00

Alright, here it is, my very own blog. I knew this day would come, I have bought into the narcissism of the masses in believing that someone may actually find anything contained herein at all interesting. And unlike a few people I know who are qualified to post their thoughts and therefore justified in making that assumption, I cannot claim any merit in my writing ability. This is a chance for

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