My grandmother passed away January 10, 2011.

Today we lost my grandfather, 3 months to the day.

This year has been really hard to take.

I don't write in this thing often, so I try to make it important/interesting when I do. I couldn't sleep until I typed this up.

First, a bit of good news in a post that starts with "On Death...": I got on Boston EMS.

For those of you who don't work in the medical field and don't know what that means, it just means I've been accepted for Boston 911. It's a state job, so the pay is a HUGE increase, I get union benefits, and I have to go through ~6 months of Academy (which is unanimously deemed hellish, if not Hell itself). I had to go through 2 rounds of testing (a written, and a practical) and an interview for it. Apparently there were 400 applicants this year (realistically, more like 150) and only 12 slots.

I have to admit, I felt kind of superawesome being chosen. They called me on April Fool's, and the first thing out of my mouth was, "You're not joking, are you?"

I'll be doing all 911, all the time. Realistically, it's basically the same old shit, working harder, on a higher pay scale. However, yes, ladies and gents, this means that if you want my number, it really IS 911.

( now onto the more somber stuff )

Happy V-day.

n3k0_biscuit and I agree: this is totally us during NaNoWriMo.

I swear, I'm not crazy.

( my right eye is a miserable lazy piece of shi---ttake )

Hello Livejournal Land,

this month I would like to share some monsters with you. Perhaps even every day. Doing their daily monster things.




I like this guy. He's all, "what's all this then?"

Damn kids left their frisbee on his lawn again.

But I accidentally wrote famous historical figure porn.

Oops.

This is a story about McLovin. Of course McLovin is not his real name (it sounds like a sexy hamburger, after all) but everybody calls him that because he reminds them of the character so much. He doesn't really look like him, but he's got that certain je ne sais nerd air about him.

Anyway, if you have an idea of who his namesake is then that gives you a pretty good idea of McLovin. And one day, McLovin had to do a female Section 12. (Section 12's, for the uninitiated, are handy little slips of paper that say you're too crazy to take care of yourself/not harm others and therefore we can take you against your will.) This Section 12 is particularly crazy. She's screaming, she's spitting, she's calling him names, she's calling his mother names, she's combative - just whatever you can think of, she's doing it.

So he's in the back of the ambulance with her, and she's yelling at him and he's trying to do paperwork, so he keeps his head ducked down over his laptop and he ignores her. She throws something at him, and it hits his cheek, but it only stings a little so he doesn't think anything of it. After what seems like an eternity, they finally get to the ER.

They walk into the ER and McLovin goes to give the nurse a report. The ER nurse says, "Oh my god! Did she hit you?"

And McLovin is all, "Um..n-no...why?"

"Well, your face," the nurse says, "it's bleeding."



Which, of course, was when he realized that she had taken out her blood-soaked tampon and whipped it at his face.



THE END


sadly no, McLovin is not friends with Michael Cera....'s body double

Michi gets funny messages.





( Juan. )