tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83234061979991492562023-11-15T08:18:05.424-08:00Living & Loving San FranciscoChelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-57734842895964673952008-05-19T22:33:00.000-07:002008-05-19T22:35:31.755-07:00finals1. My computer does not work<br />2. I have a 10 page research paper due in less than 48 hours. I have written one paragraph<br />3. I have a final on Wed. to study for<br />4. I have to work tomorrow<br />5. I have been feeling like I am going to throw up all day<br /><br />Gotta love finals week.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-62979616278530432492008-05-15T17:50:00.000-07:002008-05-15T17:59:44.219-07:00Not cut out for public speaking...So last night I had to give a speech in my recreation class. For our final, we have a 10 page paper due on something relating to recreation & leisure, and how it will change or be affected by the year 2028. But we also had to give a 4 1/2 minute speech on our topic. Not really a difficult speech...not too many requirements and just the history of our subject, why we are interested, and our prediction for the future.<br /> I did my topic on high movie ticket prices and movie pirating. I was freaked out about the speech all day...I DO NOT like public speaking. I took a speech class freshman year, and loved it. I think it was easier because that class was probably a third of the size of my rec class, and we all got to know each other really well. I signed up to go second, and when I started talking, I just felt my face turn beet red. I was burning up, probably from the 50 sets of eyeballs burning my face. As you can probably guess, I don't like being the center of attention. My hands and voice both shook, and it felt like my brain was not working with my mouth...but rather that my mouth was just spitting out words. I am not entirely sure how I did, because it was almost like I blacked out during the speech...can't quite remember it. So if I did bad, I will just have to rely on my writing skills to compensate.<br /> Sounds like a whole lot of freak out over 4 minutes and 30 seconds doesn't it? Well, I can promise one thing: I will NEVER EVER pursue a career which involves much if any public speaking.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-87770579765428478862008-05-01T10:01:00.000-07:002008-05-02T23:46:47.411-07:00Golden Gate ParkFor my final project in photojournalism, we have to do what is called a photo story. Over the course of 6 weeks, or the equivalent of 16 hours, we have to shoot either a person, a place, or a topic, and have a finished product of 12-20 pictures that tell a story. I was struggling with what I wanted to do, because I wanted to do something really different that no one was doing, and also something that I was interested in and would enjoy shooting. She showed us a bunch of examples of stories people have done in the past...a firehouse and following firemen, the Burning Man festival, an animal shelter, someone recovering from a stroke, someone dying from cancer, etc.<br /><br />My initial thoughts were along the lines of something in the medical field...following a nurse or following a paramedic/EMT. This failed, due to patient confidentiality and problems with access. Then I thought about shooting behind the scenes at a winery in Napa, also shot down. Equestrian center? Too far away.<br /><br />Running out of time, I decided to just go with Golden Gate Park. I was not thrilled about it because it did not sound very interesting and kind of felt like a cop out. But I started researching a bit, looking into all the events happening weekly as well as the different activities available, and it turns out it is a really interesting place!! I have only shot a few days so far, but it is a really fun place to explore and shoot and I am happy with my decision.<br /><br />On the weekends it gets packed with families picnicking, bikers, rollerbladers, and all different kinds of people and activities. I was there on Sunday, and it was a gorgeous day. Monica tagged along, here is a picture of us in front of the Conservatory of Flowers. At the end of the semester I will have my final photo story up on Flickr.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/SBoBTRsU47I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/7EikRcaTrFA/s1600-h/moni.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/SBoBTRsU47I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/7EikRcaTrFA/s400/moni.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195466550803751858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">My camera and lens used that day: roughly $1000</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Monica's Polaroid camera: $40</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">This one exposure: $1.60</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Price/gallon for my gas to drive to GG park: $3.98</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Sunny day in SF that I can get out and enjoy: PRICELESS!!!!!!!! :)</span>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-3334535648951329192008-04-29T14:26:00.001-07:002008-04-29T14:34:24.491-07:00Sad MacSo my laptop has been having issues for awhile now. It will not turn on unless it is plugged into the wall, and lately it seems like it is either reaching its last leg, or maybe I have to just replace something. Right now, I am on Kelly's laptop as I wait hopefully for my computer to boot up. It goes through a cycle of a white screen, a screen of jumbled up letters, the startup screen with lines across it, and just a rainbow of colors. Fail after fail after fail.<br /><br />Meanwhile, I keep replaying the episode of sex in the city where Carry's laptop dies, and the sad face she saw before it crashed was called a "sad mac" which meant her chances of recovering anything were grim...and she ended up losing EVERYTHING. I have a PC not a mac, but all I can think about is how ALL of my music, pictures, and some documents are all on that stupid piece of hardware that I am pretty much inseparable from. I finally got it up, and then it died again.<br /><br />It is one giant time bomb, and if I do not get an external hard drive or something soon to transfer all my stuff, I am worried that I will lose everything and face the equivalent of a sad mac. I hate computers, yet I cannot live without that thing. And figures this would happen at the end of my semester when all my projects and papers are due........<br /><br />If anyone wants to offer any words of hope or suggestions, I would not mind...kind of freaking out here.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-23388877334320504042008-04-02T22:05:00.000-07:002008-04-02T22:08:18.546-07:00Adult LifeWith all of these happening in one day...the reality kind of set in that I really am not a kid anymore. This is pretty obvious, I know, being 20 years old and living on my own for the third year. But facing the not-so-fun aspects of growing up, well...it just made me feel kind of strange for some reason.<br /><ul id="k1jb"><li id="wl7g">working on TAXES (never done this before...and I felt completely out of my comfort zone)</li><li id="rvca">Renewing my car registration</li><li id="b6i0">Paying almost $500 for car insurance</li><li id="e52o">Talking to an RN about my healthcare plan in regards to my upcoming surgery and asking about a <span id="u_by"><i id="xp9f">living will</i></span>??</li></ul>They are little yes. And for most of you this is old news. I am not complaining by any means- I don't necessarily <span id="z8kq"><i id="rzm5">mind </i></span>all of these, just all in one day?<br /><br />As my 17 year old cousin said recently..."I don't want to be an adult because that means you have to do taxes and get colonoscopies." Maybe I am not yet in need for the latter, but I know what she means!<br /><br />Cheers to being an adult. It is a love-hate relationship :)Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-37414983373869460012008-03-24T21:06:00.000-07:002008-03-24T22:03:14.538-07:00This spring break...is not off to a great start. I intended to go to <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Folsom,+CA,+USA&sa=X&oi=map&ct=title">Folsom</a> to visit my best friend Liz who transferred to <a href="http://www.bc.edu/">Boston College</a> this semester for the nursing program. That is where she is from, and is on her break. I planned to go Friday and Saturday, but over the course of last week, I was not feeling well. Friday I woke up and my sinus pressure was worse, my cough and cold were also worse, and there was NO WAY I could go out there...I felt terrible. I was hoping maybe I would miraculously feel better Saturday and could go out for the day. NOPE!!! I woke up with an ear infection, only the 2nd in my whole life, horrible sinus pressure and headache, unbearable cough, and could not breathe. It was so bad in fact, that I had to go to the urgent care center at UCSF. Good thing I went, because I had bronchitis, an ear infection, and a sinus infection, and if I hadn't gone it would have just gotten worse. So I am on 4 different medications, and slightly better, but still feeling pretty lousy.<br />:(Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-57788469685576709862008-03-23T23:17:00.000-07:002008-03-23T23:35:14.738-07:00everyone is 21! (except me)Well it seems that we are just celebrating birthdays left and right!! 4 friends have already turned 21, and there are about 5 in April. CRAZY!!! It has been a ton of fun celebrating, but equally as exhausting and pricey (dinner, presents, etc.) We celebrated Monica's a couple weeks ago, having a party for her and then going out to dinner for sushi.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Me and the bday girl</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJNvLYYdI/AAAAAAAAA54/l0CvlHATCmk/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJNvLYYdI/AAAAAAAAA54/l0CvlHATCmk/s400/IMG_2901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181190396664373714" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Everyone together for Moni's dinner</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJN_LYYeI/AAAAAAAAA6A/z7bPmnJ2Evk/s1600-h/IMG_2999.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJN_LYYeI/AAAAAAAAA6A/z7bPmnJ2Evk/s400/IMG_2999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181190400959341026" border="0" /></a><br />The following weekend, Brittany rented a limo for her birthday, we had dinner in SF and just went out around the city. It was really fun, and something different to do! We got dropped off at 11, so we went to our friends' St. Patrick's Day party afterward.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Kelly, Kasey, Brittany & I, with Britt's<br />boyfriend and friends from the East Bay<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJr_LYYfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/nFndLbiACWY/s1600-h/limo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJr_LYYfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/nFndLbiACWY/s400/limo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181190916355416562" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Rockin' the green for St. Patty's day...<br />Chelsey, Julie, Kasey, Chelsea<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJr_LYYgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/RpmcZ4gvTPc/s1600-h/st+patty%27s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R-dJr_LYYgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/RpmcZ4gvTPc/s400/st+patty%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181190916355416578" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-14494874576587881282008-03-12T10:30:00.000-07:002008-03-12T10:34:06.130-07:00Tired.After an amazingly fun weekend celebrating Monica's 21st birthday which involved not much sleep, then MTW of not being able to sleep until 3:30 AM then waking up at 8 or 9, I am pretty dang tired. I am working on my second latte in the hour and a half I have been awake, trying to finish up some homework. However, it is pretty impossible to write the group paper that of course I ended up having to do because my group mates are not doing anything, without them sending me what I need. Well, this is going to be one heck of an espresso-filled day :)Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-20560300102459353742008-02-09T10:22:00.000-08:002008-02-09T10:52:49.743-08:00Fridays are my days off...with no work and no school. I got really lucky and it was a super nice day, and I wanted to take advantage of it. When we were in New York, April took us to this little cafe called <a href="http://thinkcoffeenyc.com/">Think cafe</a>. It was such a cool little place with really high ceilings, hard wood floors, plenty of places to sit including a bar, comfy couches and armchairs, big tables, booths, work from local artists on the walls, amazing coffee, staff with a lot of character, yummy sandwiches, bagels and soups, good music, and always flooded with NYU students since it is in the heart of their campus. It got me thinking that living in city like San Francisco, there has got to be some cool places like that where I could hang out, study, and meet new people. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy Starbuck's and Peet's coffee, mainly because it is convenient, reliable, and they know how to make good coffee. But I want a place with more character...somewhere unique that I would actually enjoy being for study time.<br /><br /> So yesterday I tried a new place in the inner sunset called the Beanery. My vanilla latte was excellent, the staff was friendly, but there were only about 6 small tables inside and 4 outside. It is tiny and not really a place I could hang out with friends, but it was perfect for the "me" time I hoped for. I sat outside and soaked up the sun while I wrote some letters to people. After that Monica and I went shopping for a bit on Haight, then hung out at home. Last night we all went dancing which was really fun, but I feel like an old woman now because we went to bed at 5 so I am still sleepy, not to mention the fact that it looks like I need a walker with how much I am limping. Maybe dancing<span style="font-style: italic;"> isn't </span>the best activity for someone with bad knees? Hmm..<br /><br />But that aside, it was a really fun day with absolutely no stress.<br />(Post about NY coming soon.)Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-8272317686154424282008-02-08T00:24:00.000-08:002008-02-08T09:21:45.428-08:00Spring '08My school schedule could not be ANY more different than all my previous semesters. I have had all very challenging science based schedules combined with other G.E. classes that require quite a bit of work. I have never had room or time to take fun classes outside of my major, but this semester I am actually doing just that. Done with all my nursing prerequisites I just have some other requirements to fill. So that being said, my classes are as follows:<br /><ul><li>Photojournalism</li><li> Historical and Contemporary Aspects of Food, Beverage, and Culture in America</li><li>Leisure & Contemporary Society</li><li>Theatre Imagination</li></ul> Photojournalism is so fun. I have wanted to take a photography class for as long as I can remember and I am FINALLY doing it! The teacher is hilarious and very knowledgeable, we get fun but challenging assignments, and I am actually learning everything about my camera finally.<br /> The Food/bevg/culture class is really interesting. We are all in different groups (Ex: Italian, Latin, Indian, etc.) and with our group we have to make a food sample and bring it in for the class to try. I signed up late and I am in the African American food group...not entirely sure what that means? But it will be fun. We are also required to go to a restaurant and try 3 dishes we have never tried before and write a paper on our experience.<br /> The Leisure class is interesting as well but it really does just feel like leisure. We learn about different forms of leisure, how to make time for leisure, etc. In the middle of the semester we have a talent show and potluck, we do a couple group projects...enough said.<br /> The theatre imagination class is basically a theatre appreciation class...we read different plays, learn how to watch plays, theatre history, and 4 times during the semester, instead of meeting for class we go see a play. And the teacher is hilarious.<br /><br />So anyway, I am very much enjoying the classes this time around! I have class W and Th, and Work Sat, Sun, M, T. Not bad at all...2 days on, 5 days off-a <span style="font-style: italic;">reverse</span> weekend! I am trying to find a good volunteer position right now though. I want to shadow a nurse, or help somehow in surgical. Spring 2008. Good semester-I can feel it.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-60912225585774053622008-02-08T00:19:00.001-08:002008-02-08T00:23:17.516-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R6wRMeqmTzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rxDp53zcCw8/s1600-h/IMG_2442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R6wRMeqmTzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rxDp53zcCw8/s400/IMG_2442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164521778774953778" border="0" /></a><br />I love my girls.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-92042805440262369222008-01-28T23:54:00.000-08:002008-01-31T18:28:18.137-08:00awkward dates are so awkward..Telling my roommates about my date tonight, I think I used the work "awkward" at least 50 times. Brandon is a guy that I went to middle school with, and last year he found me on facebook, turned out he goes to Berkeley. We went on a few dates, but, as much as I wanted to, I was just not attracted to him...there was just no chemistry. He seemed to think otherwise. Last semester he wanted to get together many times, but between my crazy schedule and my attempt to let him know I was not into him, we didn't see each other. When I got back from NY, he contacted me, and I didn't really know how to get out of it...I felt bad for blowing him off so many times last semester, so I told him I would meet him downtown SF. If figured he had to realize there was nothing between us, and that we could just hang out no problem as friends, right? WRONG.<br /><br /> From the minute we met up, it was weird. We said hi, hugged, stood there awkwardly until I just said we should get coffee. Walking to the mall, we were making small talk about our break and it wasn't too bad. We got coffee, sat down and just talked. I told him a little about my trip to NY, he told me about his trip to Colorado, then silence. Ohhh awkward awkward silence. This just happened the entire time we were together. I would search my brain ("come ON Chelsea just think of anything to say..ANYTHING!") we would have another short little conversation, then silence again. Oh it was awful. We decided to go see what movies were playing. This thrilled me because that meant no speaking for 2 hours. As we were walking toward the escalator he says (and really sarcastically) "those are some interesting boots you've got there." Ok. These are cute new boots I got in NY...nothing weird about them, dark gray leather with 3 buttons on each side. I just wanted to be like alright...next time I will just wear sweats...screw looking cute for you...oh wait...THERE WON'T BE A NEXT TIME!!!!! I mean what kind of guy says something like that to a girl he likes? Weird. Anyway, we saw Cloverfield (I don't think I would recommend it), we walked out in silence. Yes, awkward silence. We talked about the movie a bit, then just decided to get dinner. We sat there eating, and did not say much. I just looked down at my food, said anything that came to my mind just to try to diminish the silence a little, but without much luck.<br /><br /> I thought for sure this was the end of this hell...but when I was walking toward the muni station, he asked if I wanted to go to the music store with him. I am a bad liar, panicked and agreed because I could not think of an excuse to get out of out. I was screaming inside of my head. I was MISERABLE. It was painful. And the weird thing is that it was almost like he did not sense the akwardness because if he did he would not keep prolonging it. He is a very intelligent guy-always was in middle school, and now he is an engineering major at Berkeley. But maybe he just has no smarts when it comes to the ladies? Maybe all his dates are this awful and he just doesn't know any different and thinks this is how they should feel? Who knows. Well from here it did not get any better. I basically just followed him around the store, and we would just point to artists and ask if each other had heard of them, or reminisced about groups back from middle school. We went to the second floor and it was just the same thing. I was dying...I have not felt this uncomfortable in a LONG time, but I didn't know how to leave!!!!<br /><br /> So then we walked up toward union square, and he saw a DSW shoe store, and he said he needed dress shoes for his internship. So I sat on a bench and watched him try on a few pairs...it was thrilling. Then we went to Starbucks and got something to drink, and sat down in Union Square, and I just sat with my hands between my legs and looked straight ahead...if I looked at him it was only for a second, because I know he wanted to make a move. After a few minutes of talking about extremely boring an pointless topics, I said I was cold and FINALLY got to go home.<br /><br />Just had to share my misery. Oh man it was SOOOOOOO awkward. Awkward awkward awkward!!!!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-65586553710621487432007-12-11T18:45:00.000-08:002007-12-12T21:43:45.519-08:00study overloadI think all this studying is absolutely frying my brain. Test after test, never ending studying...I think my brain can only take SO much!! The other night after a few hours of studying, I walked out of Starbucks to go home, and literally stood there like an idiot for about 30 seconds because I could not for the life of me remember where I had parked!! So I feel like it is at the point where I can name and locate every single bone, muscle, landmark, organ, etc. but I can barely remember my name or address? Scary.<br /><br />Last week, I was studying all day at Starbucks. With my handicap placard, I can park in metered spots without having to pay. So I parked across the street from Starbucks where I could still see my car from where I was sitting. After being there a short time, I looked up and saw a meter maid writing me a ticket. So I ran outside assuming the ticket was for the meter not being paid. After I frantically told him I had a placard so did not need to pay the meter, he looked me up and down and said "is this your car? You have a handicap placard?" I said yes and then he asked if I could prove it. I was SO caught off guard that I wish I would have said something back to him, but I just got the proof out of my car and showed it to him. Then he said "ok, well that is not why I wrote you the ticket...I wrote you the ticket because you did not turn your wheels." And I began to explain to him that I was not aware this was actually a law and thought this was only a recommendation-not that I could actually get a ticket for it. He asked if I had a California driver's license, obviously I said yes, and he said "well that is one of the first questions they ask you when you get your license. With tears in my eyes, I asked if he could just let me off with a warning, and he said no and walked away. I then got in my car to turn my wheels so I would not get another ticket, and I was SOO mad that I somehow got out of my car and locked my keys in the car WITH MY CAR STILL RUNNING. So luckily my roommate Kelly was on her way to work in about an hour, and so I met with her on her way and got my spare key. This did not add to my stress level with all the stuff I had to do.<br /><br />For the record, I always turn my wheels when I park on a hill. However, this was NOT a hill. It was a SLOPE. So I didn't think it was necessary to turn them. I was telling my aunt this lovely little story and my uncle, who is an engineer, did some research on the subject. It turns out, it is only a San Francisco law, not a California law.<br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.dmv.ca.gov/pubs/vctop/vc/vc_index_p.htm" target="_blank"><strong>California Vehicle Codes related to Parking</strong></a><br /></span></div> <div><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.dmv.ca.gov/pubs/vctop/d11/vc22509.htm" target="_blank"><strong>Parking on Hills</strong></a></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />22509. </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Local authorities</em></strong></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"> within the reasonable exercise of their police powers may adopt rules and regulations by ordinance or resolution providing that no person driving, or in control of, or in charge of, a motor vehicle shall permit it to stand on any highway unattended when upon any grade <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">exceeding 3 percent</span></em></strong> within any business or residence district without blocking the wheels of the vehicle by turning them against the curb or by other means.<em><br /><a href="http://www.municode.com/Resources/gateway.asp?pid=14143&sid=5" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>San Francisco Traffic Code</a></em><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Article 3 Section 58 (a) <span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">PARKING ON GRADES REGULATED.</span> <div> <div>It shall be unlawful for any operator to stand or park any vehicle upon any grade or slope exceeding three percent without effectively setting the brakes thereon and blocking the wheels of said vehicle by turning them against the curb or by other means.<span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><a href="http://www.dmv.ca.gov/pubs/vctop/d11/vc22502.htm" target="_blank">Curb Parking</a></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />22502. (a) </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Except as otherwise provided in this chapter</em></strong></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> every vehicle stopped or parked upon a roadway where there are adjacent curbs shall be stopped or parked </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>with the right-hand wheels of such vehicle parallel with</em></strong></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> and within 18 inches of the right-hand curb, except that motorcycles shall be parked with at least one wheel or fender touching the right-hand curb. Where no curbs or barriers bound any roadway, right-hand parallel parking is required unless otherwise indicated.</span></div></div></span></div><br />Oh and it gets better. He was able to pinpoint the exact place I was parked, and determine the grade. So the law states that you have to turn your wheels if the hill is of 3% grade or more. Guess how steep the "hill" I was parked on was? a whopping 2%. So, I can fight this stupid thing, but it is just the hassle of the matter and the way this man treated me. It really bothers me that just because I don't look physically disabled, that people assume they know me. They don't know what I have been through or the fact that I probably experience more pain daily with my knees than they even understand. Some people are so rude and just clueless, and I have no sympathy for them.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-44212236822918310622007-11-25T15:49:00.000-08:002007-11-25T18:17:28.796-08:00Perfect food, perfect weekend, and the best company.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0oi19x-EqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4REf0CxuVgk/s1600-h/DSC_0653.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0oi19x-EqI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4REf0CxuVgk/s400/DSC_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136956635482034850" border="0" /></a><br />I think I have eaten so much the last few days that I am STILL sleepy. I got 8 hours of sleep today, took a half hour nap, had a huge latte, and I am still struggling to study for my midterm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0opKdx-EvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/TeOyShV9-1c/s1600-h/DSC_0675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0opKdx-EvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/TeOyShV9-1c/s400/DSC_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136963584739119858" border="0" /></a><br />But it was definitely all worth it. My dad, his girlfriend, my brother, aunt, uncle, and cousin drove up here from SLO, Carlsbad, and San Clemente. My other cousin (who now lives in SF) and I met them at my grandparent's house in Mountain View, about 45 minutes south, close to San Jose. The funny part about it was that my grandparents were not even there...they were with our family in Oregon and it just worked out for us to use their house. Kind of silly! But it was a nice change to avoid the horrendous drive down south. I really felt like cooking this year, so along with the turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry pie, sweet potatoes, and asparagus everyone else made, this was my contribution:<br /><ul style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><li><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Bourbon sweet potatoes (with a wonderful brown</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> sugar/pecan/butter/spice topping)</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Georgia's amazing cranberry-orange sauce</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Pecan pie</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0osE9x-EyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YSW3RTmiaeU/s1600-h/DSC_0436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0osE9x-EyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YSW3RTmiaeU/s200/DSC_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136966788784722722" border="0" /></a></li><li><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ciabbatta bread stuffing with roasted chestnuts, rosemary, Parmesan, pancetta and other Italian herbs and ingredients</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Brussels sprouts with brown butter and sage</span></li></ul><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0oiDdx-EpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ibn2MIQO4lQ/s1600-h/DSC_0648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0oiDdx-EpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ibn2MIQO4lQ/s400/DSC_0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136955767898641042" border="0" /></a>I had a blast cooking and everything turned out wonderfully. We played games, drank wine from SLO, stuffed our bellies, relaxed, told stories, and they even came out to San Francisco Friday night. It was sad when everyone left because that meant I would not see them for awhile since I will be in Idaho for Christmas, and also because I had to face my daunting study guide for anatomy. Gross. But I have a ton of leftovers, and believe it or not, I only have 3 1/2 weeks of school left!! My wanted my brother and I take our Christmas picture, and on the left is the one I picked. Below is the gang without my dad...he was taking the picture and telling us to act like animals! My family is so amazing...I couldn't ask for anyone better, wouldn't change any of them, can't imagine my life without them, and I miss them every day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0okbNx-EsI/AAAAAAAAAek/Mxt231iT-Ik/s1600-h/DSC_0670.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0okbNx-EsI/AAAAAAAAAek/Mxt231iT-Ik/s400/DSC_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136958374943789762" border="0" /></a>Thanksgiving is definitely my favorite holiday.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-60435485046422001572007-11-24T23:09:00.000-08:002007-11-25T18:19:10.273-08:00Not a birthDAY but a birthWEEKWell my celebration has been over for some time, but it was a good <span style="font-style: italic;">week</span>. On Saturday, I went to a friend's Halloween party that was really fun, and felt like I was kicking off my birthday week. Sunday night, the girls (my roommates) took me for ice cream at <a href="http://www.joesicecream.com/">Joe's ice cream</a> on Geary. Monday, my actual birthday, I had class all day. This included the gift of being able to dissect a cat (note the sarcasm). Pretty awful, but makes for a good story I guess? and treated myself by ditching my night class! My best friend Elizabeth and our friend who goes to Berkeley took me out for sushi and then for an amazing cookie/ice cream/hot fudge/whip cream delicious sundae at Ghiradelli Square.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kblNx-EiI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8ziqBme3eNE/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kblNx-EiI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8ziqBme3eNE/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136667176161120802" border="0" /></a><br />My roommates had class so they couldn't come, but I they sang to me and enjoyed the caramel apple pie I asked Kelly to make me! I opened some cards and gifts I received, which is always fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kcUdx-EjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/WgTZoIsQZYo/s1600-h/DSC_0262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kcUdx-EjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/WgTZoIsQZYo/s400/DSC_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136667987909939762" border="0" /></a>Wednesday, which was Halloween, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0keaNx-EoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5TervzFCGOY/s1600-h/DSC_0267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0keaNx-EoI/AAAAAAAAAeE/5TervzFCGOY/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136670285717443202" border="0" /></a><br />I went camping at Mt. Tamalpais with Liz and Pat (the two in the picture) & some other friends from Berkeley. We dressed up in our costumes, and it just enjoyed getting away for a night. For the party on Saturday night, Liz and I were both 80's aerobics instructors and Pat was a gay lumberjack (Flannel shirt, a beanie, an ax, and cut off jean shorts-VERY classy.) For the camping trip, Pat and I had the same costumes, but Liz was a runner. Oh yes, and the mustache was just floating around.<br /><br />Friday, my roommates and our friend Brittany from Walnut Creek took me to dinner at BJ's. Delicious food AND they gave me a free pizookie!!! If you don't know what that is, it is a huge freshly baked cookie (I always get chocolate chip) with ice cream on top. After dinner, we met up with more of our friends in Pacifica for cosmic bowling. It was a great night!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kc9tx-EkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/05UGp3KON8o/s1600-h/DSC_0283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kc9tx-EkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/05UGp3KON8o/s400/DSC_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136668696579543618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kc9tx-ElI/AAAAAAAAAds/HyzJGp79diA/s1600-h/l_ba8ba931c37e30fa689a1034261fb216.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/R0kc9tx-ElI/AAAAAAAAAds/HyzJGp79diA/s400/l_ba8ba931c37e30fa689a1034261fb216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136668696579543634" border="0" /></a><br />All in all, it was a great time. 20! Seems like a weird kind of in-between age. I think my favorite birthday party I had was a miner themed party. I think I was 7 or 8, and everyone dressed up as miners, I had a ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins that had a miner on the top, we mined for fools gold, and had some other fun party games. After that, I had some other fun themed birthdays but there always seemed to be some stupid fight between some of the girls!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-22654795026930601512007-11-05T10:33:00.000-08:002007-11-05T10:38:50.252-08:00I like this time changeas opposed to the spring time change, but it is still kind of messing me up. It is 10:30 and I am absolutely STARVING...because my body is telling me it is 11:30 which is when I usually eat. Our landlord came yesterday because the blinds in Kelly and my room broke, and I had told him about it in a note I stuck in with the rent check. But I was totally unprepared, our room was probably the messiest it has ever been, Kelly has a big hole in her well from an long and very much unsuccessful attempt to hang a shelf. So my landlord and his wife were just standing there watching me (probably staring in horror at our room) as I took down the blinds. So meanwhile, we have nothing over our window, and the light from the hallway in our building shines through-very annoying. And he said he will have a new one in the next couple weeks. WEEKS?? UGHHH so frustrating. And the light in our closet broke, so it is really fun trying to find clothes in there when Kelly is asleep and it is pitch black.Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-40945071934230935632007-10-03T07:24:00.000-07:002007-10-03T12:42:08.237-07:00This is so sad...they shut down 19th Ave. yesterday (the main road that runs down in front of my school all the way from the 101 to Park Presidio) because of this accident...so sad. There is a video with it too<br /><br /><a href="http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/story?section=local&id=5688141">http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/story?section=local&id=5688141</a>Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-15447086685510946542007-10-01T23:38:00.000-07:002007-10-01T23:45:35.244-07:00oh my!Today, I dissected a cadavor!!!! It was by far one of the COOLEST things I have ever experienced. absolutely fascinating!!! Too bad it takes so much school to become a surgeon....because I LOVE it. Hmm...maybe I have something to think about.<br /><br />Kasey and Monica are both sick, so I have been talking vitamins and airborne and whatnot like crazy..I bought Lysol tonight, I am trying to cover all my bases. I cannnnnnot get sick right now. But I had a headache today, and I was wondering why my Ibuprofen did not work...until Kasey pointed out it was expired. Ha! Oops!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-56977801707757248262007-10-01T11:15:00.000-07:002007-10-01T11:17:34.740-07:00On a lighter note....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blackbearcabin.com/photo_gallery/images/Fall9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blackbearcabin.com/photo_gallery/images/Fall9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I love FALL!!! Well, maybe SF doesn't look quite like this, but it is nice a foggy and rainy here! :)Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-83242176775928871822007-10-01T09:52:00.000-07:002007-10-01T09:57:59.783-07:00I don't understandwhy some people are even in college. I have a group paper due for anatomy lab today, and we all took a question, but we met up last week and talked about them to make sure everyone was on the right track. I volunteered to be the one to put it together...didn't seem that hard because all everyone had to do was email me their Q and I would just paste it all together. Sounds simple right? First of all, when we talked last week, 2 of the girls had not even started and were not even on the right track. Then last night, (after working at both jobs for 10 hours by the way) I got everyone's email except for one, so I called her, and she said her roommate was using the internet but she would send it soon. I went to bed at 12, still had not come, so I checked this morning, and she did not send it until 12:30 last night. I tried to open it, and she sent it in some WEIRD format....I had to call Jameson and not even he could figure it out, but he finally figured something out to extract the file. And then I am reading over it, and one of the girls did a HORRIBLE job, so I have to change some things, and I have a test in lab in a few hours that I am not done studying for. YES. This is going to be a fun week. I can tell.<br /><br />Alright. I am done venting. I hope everyone else is having a good day.<br />xoChelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-75416619098344107642007-09-26T21:07:00.000-07:002007-09-27T00:12:05.426-07:00Can I please have an icedgrandetripleshotnonfatcaramelmacchiato?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/Rvsth-BRh3I/AAAAAAAAARk/d5-D62KkNOg/s1600-h/DSC_0183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/Rvsth-BRh3I/AAAAAAAAARk/d5-D62KkNOg/s320/DSC_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114731863416604530" border="0" /></a><br />Yes I was one of those really annoying customers in Starbucks today. I could have been worse I guess, not ALL of the boxes had something written in them. But I am tired. Too tired. And even though I don't think caffeine really has an effect on me...I think I am able to mentally convince myself that it is at least benefiting me <span style="font-style: italic;">slightly.</span><br /><br />Right now, I am trying to write my paper that is due tomorrow for Developmental Psych...but instead I feel sick because Kasey made rice krispy treats and the 4 of us pretty much almost finished the entire 9 x 13 pan. I just could not stop eating them! And the problem is that I have been eating a lot healthier lately because my nutrition class motivates me too...but put out any sweets and I cannot help it no matter what I do. I made the mistake of bringing a bag skittles to that class once, and I ended up throwing half the bag away at break because I felt guilty for eating them when she was talking about eating right. I had a delicious veggie and whole wheat pasta dish for dinner, and then probably like 5 rice krispies. Oh brother.<br /><br />Last night at work was brutal...there is always 2 cashiers working from 5-7:30 or 8, depending on how busy it is. So I was scheduled to work 3:30-7:30, with Nicole. I was also training my friend Elizabeth, because she is going to be working there too (woo!). So at 5:00, Nicole comes in, seems fine, and then 5 minutes later says she needs to go outside because she does not feel well. She said she was extremely dizzy and said she was going to pass out, so the managers sent her home. So, I had to work from 3:30-9:30 BY MYSELF...and of course it was extremely busy. I was DYING! I was sweating, stressing, running around like a chicken with my head cut off....I didn't make any mistakes or anything and of course I was "under no stress" in front of the customers...but it was intense. But I am not going to complain about the $65 tip!! That was nice. But at the end of my shift, I had absolutely NO energy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvsuWuBRh5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ExLokBw5jHk/s1600-h/DSC_0178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvsuWuBRh5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ExLokBw5jHk/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114732769654704018" border="0" /></a><br />Today I drove to Mountain View to see my grandparents and my aunt and cousin who are visiting from Oregon. It was great to see them all, we went to brunch and it was nice to get away for just a few hours. Yes, I know, my paper is due in the morning and I have not started, and yes, I know, I am BLOGGING...but sometimes a person needs a b-r-e-a-k. So I had a blast out there.<br /><br />I have a few more things I want to post about...but it will have to wait, this paper will not write itself. I wish.<br /><br />:)Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-82632190713722347172007-09-23T22:44:00.001-07:002007-09-23T23:23:17.171-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdTXeBRhxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KKTexdvqg1M/s1600-h/reunion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdTXeBRhxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/KKTexdvqg1M/s320/reunion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113647564562990866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdSC-BRhwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4pZFyNfEkBI/s1600-h/Meg+and+chels.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdSC-BRhwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4pZFyNfEkBI/s320/Meg+and+chels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113646112864044802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdT_-BRhyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k3Vpf0bQweQ/s1600-h/trevor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdT_-BRhyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/k3Vpf0bQweQ/s320/trevor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113648260347692834" border="0" /></a><br />I know this is my 3rd post for tonight. But I just never posted anything about our reunion! When my parents moved to Carlsbad, they lived next door to the Crawfords and The Osterbergs. Megan is my age and Courtney was Nick's, and then the Osterberg boys, Ian was close to Nick and Courtney's age, Trevor close to Megan and I, and Daniel is younger. After the 3 moms had lunch recently after not getting together for a long time, we decided to all get together. So we had pizza at the Crawford's, hung out, looked at old pictures & watching old home movies. It was a blast. I think these will be lifetime friends, and it was awesome to be able to reestablish the friendships! The coolest thing was that it felt like we just picked up from where we left off.<br /><br />(Top picture: Megan, me, Ian, Nick, Courtney, Trevor, Daniel)Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-23062208736366851852007-09-23T22:31:00.000-07:002007-09-23T22:43:11.260-07:00Last week, we saw our first cadavers in Anatomy lab.. it was pretty awesome. It was a very strange experience actually. We weren't actually dissecting yet, just going over surface anatomy and we could touch if we wanted to (of course I did!). We are lucky because the cadavers are from UCSF Medical Center, and we get 6 every semester, and some schools have the same ones for <span style="font-style: italic;">years.</span> If this makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to keep reading<br /> The first cadaver we looked at was a 90 year old woman who died of septic shock. She also had breast cancer and a scar on each knee, but our teacher does not know what they are from. The man was 61 and died of some kind of stomach cancer. Their heads, hands, and feet were covered. The smell was not at all as bad as I expected...it was not pleasant, but it was completely bearable. Is it bad that I am excited to dissect a human but dreading dissecting a cat? Is that normal or twisted?Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-42644597129543287422007-09-23T22:23:00.000-07:002007-09-23T22:31:46.243-07:00Missin' Ape<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdLmOBRhvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Pc3ZnnyJBNI/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hNRjPa-e-yQ/RvdLmOBRhvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Pc3ZnnyJBNI/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113639021873039090" border="0" /></a><br />I sure do miss April. I love my new roommate Monica, she is so much fun. But I do still really miss April. I talk to her about once a week or so and we catch up, but it still really has not sunk in that she LIVES in NEW YORK! Kelly and I watched the whole Sex and the City series, and it was weird to think that April is around some of those places! I want to go visit her for about 2 weeks or so. I have always wanted to go NY, and can't wait!Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323406197999149256.post-41971833712039505662007-09-19T07:32:00.000-07:002007-09-19T07:38:45.633-07:00AHHH!!!Preview of the next 2 weeks:<br /><br />Wednesday: Studying<br /> Anatomy study group<br />Thursday: Developmental Psych midterm<br /> Work 3:30-7:30<br /> Studying<br />Friday: Anatomy midterm #1<br /> Work 3:30-8:00<br />Saturday: Studying<br /> Work 5-9:30<br />Sunday: Work 12-4 @ Maximum Mama<br /> Work 5-9:30 @ Pasta P<br /> Studying<br />Monday: Anatomy lab Test #3<br /> Studying<br />Tuesday: Cinema midterm<br /> Homework<br />Wednesday: Studying<br /> Homework<br /> Anatomy study group <br />Thursday: Developmental Psych paper due<br /><br />.......................................................................................................................................................................<br />More later, when I find time to breathe.<br /><br />So busy, don't even have time to stop and clean my room.<br /><br />Does anyone have any good jokes?Chelseahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01361974214260362681noreply@blogger.com1