Mixed Emo's

Here are a few of the current mixed emotions that Kirforce is confronting.

Dread/Excitement: Tomorrow we dissect rats in biology. What? Biology. Rats...that are dead. Scissors. Identifying internal organs. Woah. Did not know I was getting myself into this. Next week? Human cadaver. Um excuse me? I have never even seen a surgery. Queasy factor of one billion. But I'm almost dreading this dissection more than next week's viewing. I had the best pet rats in high school, no joke. Hot and Sexy were their names. Those tender little gals always hold a special place in my heart. Apologies in advance.

Slacker/Overachiever: I keep reminding myself that these are just prerequisite courses, and this is the formula: B- = credit. The same thing happened during my semester abroad. Grades didn't transfer. In both situations, I'm struggling to embrace this freedom.

Foodie/junkie: I dance a thin line between being a decent cook or a disgusting glutton. I finished Julie and Julia on CD (the only positive thing that happens while I make the trek down to Hailey for class), so I'm inspired to get cookin'. Last night I burnt rice. Huge failure. Tonight I think I might have taken a step in the right direction. Will get back to you on that one.

Fight/Flight: I am so blessed. So undeservedly blessed. I'm not a religious person, but "fortunate" and "lucky" don't adequately describe my emotions. I have an amazing family. I have an amazing step-family. I have amazing friends. I get to be selfish. I get to do what I want. I have my health. The incredibly undeservedly unfair situations that others are subjected to tears at my heart. After Julie and Julia finished, I popped in It's Not About the Bike. Say what you want about Lance Armstrong's personal life, but his message (in this book at least) is so good (so far). Embrace life. Don't take it for granted. Make a difference. And don't forget to share your passion with others. For those we've lost, and those we're fighting for, LIVESTRONG, in the most literal, trademark-free sense. Hugs hugs hugs times infinity.

Bitter/sweet: Tomorrow is my last Wednesday on the snow. Saturday is the grand finale of my season. It's been warm, and there's rain in the forecast. Despite my bitterness about not getting to ski more, I've had a sweet time ski bumming. Let's dance, the last dance (replace "love" with "skiing"). Looking forward to Act Two.
Cast your votes. Here are the contenders.
1. Last chance, river dance (Irish or water connotation)
2. Last chance, Sawtooth Forest prance
3. Last chance, marathon training advance
4. Last chance, eco-friendly seance (not really a last chance)
5. Last chance, travel the expanse
6. Last chance, write-in