I skinned the back of my foot, my heel, at Scott's house the other night on his heavy metal security door and it hurt so much. I had taken off so much skin, it was deep and looked so bad that I couldn't figure out why it wasn't bleeding profusely. Now, sitting here two days later, it suddenly seems to have remembered that it forgot to bleed and has not only soaked through the Band-Aid but is dripping on the floor. I swear I didn't do anything. I don't think you can get stitches on your heel can you? Bodies are so weird.
There's a body exploration exhibit at our California Science Center called Body Worlds, that's been getting a lot of press here. Beau's school went on an all grades field trip to it today, but all of the displays are made out of real cadavers that have been injected or preserved in plastic somehow, and there were a few kids who were too freaked out at the idea of looking at cadavers to go. Beau was one of these kids.
When I went to school today to pick up Greg who is in his carpool I asked a few of the kids what they thought. No one seemed too freaked out, they mostly said they had thought it was interesting. The two things everyone seemed to be talking about were the preserved embryos/fetuses and how they liked seeing them at every stage of life in utero, from a week to nine months, and there was a very pregnant woman, (eight months), who had died of cancer and donated her body. Her body was posed on a table of some kind and you could actually lift her belly that was somehow hinged and see the baby inside her. I don't know, I'm upset just thinking about it all.
I'm going to include a link here but there's one picture of a body denuded of it's skin so please don't click it if you are the least bit sensitive about seeing bodies dissected.
The Official Body Worlds Page
I've been kind of hunkering down and hiding out a little bit, not answering the phone, not doing too much. I think I needed a break psychologically. I've been so stressed out for reasons I don't feel completely safe going into just yet. Now I'm just bored and back to wanting to do do do as always.
The Seinfeld Soup Nazi episode is on -- so funny.
I don't know what to say about the debate so I'm not going to say anything. You know that's kind of a contradiction in terms isn't it -- me not saying anything. Okay I will say that I loved the questions and I hated how wily the candidates were at evading answering them more directly. Honestly I got bored and I've already decided to vote for Kerry even though I wish it was John McCain running instead. You know I actually liked the vice presidential debate better than either of these other two. I liked Edwards, he has that charisma that my shallow self wants to see in Kerry. But like I said, it just doesn't matter I'm voting for anyone other than Bush.
But let me ask you something much more important, do the ad execs who make these god awful Magic Mountain ads -- you know the ones with the supposedly old man in the bald wig who dances to that terrible music -- think they would make anyone want to do anything other than set the people who are responsible for these intrusions into my life on fire? They sure don't make me want to go to Magic Mountain, it's quite the opposite really. There must be something about these ads that dredges up something deep down inside my subconscious because I swear I want to jump inside the TV and beat the shit out of that guy and I'm just not like this. I'm the pacifist girl, or I thought I was.
I think I'd better go take care of my heel, it looks really bad now, yeee.