For the first time in my life, I have failed a class. And this was only the second time I've ever failed a test.

We just had the Xmas party at my kung fu school. It ended at 11, but because I'm a black belt, and the other black belts had kays, I stayed and drank with them. It's now 1:30 am and I'm finally home. It feels good to have a late night every once and a a while. I'm tired of being a responsible adult. I want to have crazy out all night drinking nights from time to time. 1 am is way too early to call it a night. Oh well.

It's my favorite holiday, and I have nothing to do and nowhere to go. I'm freakin tired of being alone.

Today started out with a bang - literally. 3 car accident. No one was hurt. My truck is only cosmetically hurt. Her car is pretty fucked up. His truck will probably never run again. Yay for not my fault.

So, I went to dragoncon this past weekend. It was the first con of any kind that I've ever been to. It was a truly ginormous event, and to make it all better, I got to see some of my people. Real people. Not these suburban shadows of people that I've been associating with for almost a year now. I showed up at 10 am and didn't get home 'till 6 am the following morning, so I obviously had a well deserved good time. My path is making a temporary detour into suburbia for good reason, but after a good weekend with great people, it makes me hope that the next three years fly by, so that I can get back to seeing them more often.

Last quarter during gross lab, I noticed that some of the next quarter's cadavers had a leg cut off. Well, not just a leg, but all the way up to the top of the sacrum, so that all (one half anyway) of the sex organs are there. This led me to wonder how exactly the lag was cut off. Yesterday, I found out. I will never forget the sight of a small Korean man in a lab coat on a stool leaning over the cadaver with a sawzall cutting straight up between the legs. When he finish the first cut and was holding the sawzall up in the air, I initially thought there was blood smeared across the blade until I realized that it was just the red Milwaukee logo on the blade.

Because who doesn't need to hear Nick Cave and Shane MacGowan doing Louis Armstrong?

One of my friends just posted this on facebook.

My friend Donna posted this on facebook, and I thought my friends here should see it too.

Today I held a human heart. I held it up high with one hand as if I had just performed a human sacrifice.