zenexistence

I went to Hooters today.

Hoooooooters.

Hoot-ers.

I'm still laughing that I went here.

Hooters.

Say it.

Luckily, I paid nothing, drank some pretty good Samuel Adams brew and ate suprisingly good gallus gallus domesticus wings, which were of the hot spicy Thai flavor. Who knew that a place stuck on bad 80's female cliches could be so decent?



I'm kind of obsessed with silly pictures recently so you'll have to bear with me.



I need to get the hell out of Florida soon. Road trip, plane, train, automobile, I don't care. I was denied my time off between Christmas and New Years so they stated they'd allow any other time off I wanted.
I'm thinking there's a polo tournament in Boston the second week of January that I might head to.
Not sure.
I'm going to do something memorable, damn it.
Road trips.
Road trips make me think our our dear hopeful Joliette and her motorcycles.
Speaking of this lady, I'm making it my personal mission to turn her pink.
Which will involve a serious amount of body paint and patience ... oh, no, wait, I mean pink as in a SG and no longer a Hopeful. So I'm going to need anyone that reads this to go vote on this ladies sets in MR, because she's too damn awesome not to be pink.
And if you don't do it I'm sending my zombies.



As I mentioned in a prior post (of which I've been woefully negligent in pursuing, posts that is) my going back to school is on the hear horizon, even if it has to be online classes. Learning in general makes me feel alive, it makes me feel as if I'm feeding my malnourished soul. It's a different positive than creating, which also feeds my soul.
I would say that creating is my soul's food as learning is to my soul's drink.
Yes, that works.
Anyway, I create as necessary; it's easy to do.
But learning, while it can also be done quite easily, is always much more of a diligent practice when administered by a taskmaster.



I'm not even sure what I want to go back to school for.
I was so sure I wanted to go to nursing school.
But after almost four years in healthcare there's part of me that is weary of learning new and fantastic ways for people to die. It just kills my soul a little.
I'd be a liar to say that I don't have a hard-on to help people. I truly like to and as a matter of fact if you're in healthcare and those aren't the first words out of your mouth when people ask why you do what you do then you're emotional devoid.
But I'm not sure being a surgeons assistant is what I want to do with any part of my foreseeable future.