Bad days.

Sometimes, in life, there are times when everything is just perfect.  When all seems to be going your way.  Life is great.  And then you wake up and reality sits in and you realize that there is another batch of fresh trials coming right at you and suddenly nothing is going your way and the entire universe seems out to get you.

That's basically how my day went today.

It's Christmas Break.  I just finished one of the hardest semesters I've ever had to deal with and I just wanted a break.  But today, after having a really good night full of really fantastic dreams, per usual, I found myself hit with three big problems.  Consecutively.

The first was finding out that in the last load of laundry I did, a piece or two of gum had somehow escaped my notice and had been thrown in with my darks.  As a result, a yet undetermined amount of clothing has been "gummified" meaning that at least two shirts now have patches of hardened gum sticking to them.  I currently don't have the funds to replace these shirts, so it's particularly devastating.

Not five minutes after discovering this, I went into the kitchen where my family handed me a letter from my college.  Upon opening it, I discovered that because of my failing grades (which I would find out were really bad about five minutes after reading this letter) I was now on academic suspension.

And then, as previously mentioned, I checked my grades.  I have one A one B+ two D's and a big fat F.  Needless to say, I feel like this entire semester that I struggled so hard with was a complete and utter waste of time.

Overall today started out good, but it has since progressed past the point of my ability to cope and now all I want to do is go back to bed and cry a little.  Or find a magic wand and make all of these problems disappear.

Ugh.  I hope this isn't an omen of how the next year is going to be.  I don't think I can take it.

On a happier note, Merry belated Christmas.  And Happy early New Year.  May this year start off better for you than it has for me.

Christmas, Hope, Pride and Poetry

I'm a thinker.  Sometimes it can be a problem like when I'm doing homework and I over think things.  Other times, it can be a fun adventure as I see where my crazy mind will take me next.

Lately though, my mind's been focused more on my past and the experiences I had back then.

This may seem a tad egocentric, but I'm pretty stunning in a drop dead gorgeous way.  And when I look at myself in a mirror and feel like I'm pretty it makes me wonder that if I had the ability to go back in time and see a past version of myself, one with no self esteem or confidence, if it would give me hope that I was going to make something of myself and it would be alright in the end.

Like I said, my mind's an interesting place.  But I'm really glad it's mine.

At any rate, you may be wondering why all of this came about.  In part, it's mainly due to this picture that I found online recently.  It made me start wondering about myself and how I behave differently around my friends than I do my family because I'm never truly myself with either of them.  I'm still looking for my "blue" and I need to stop.

This post has been kind of interesting.  But I decided that it needed to be shared because I've decided to stop looking for my "blue".  I'm going to be one instead.

Merry Christmas everyone, and for those of you in college like me, good luck on Finals.

On a Special Note

The last two posts I have written have both included videos embedded on my blog.  For whatever reason, the app that embeds videos seems to be glitchy and you can't play them on my blog.  However, if you scroll your mouse over the video box, a link will appear in the top left hand corner that says; "Watch this video on YouTube".  If you click that link, it will take you directly to the video that you've clicked on and you can watch it on the YouTube website.  Sorry about that.

The Nightmare of it All

Before coming to college, I had been warned by an older cousin and of course TV that college had a thing called finals week which was essentially just full of pain and misery and all night cram-fests.  Needless to say, I was terrified for my first finals week experience.  But, this being my third finals week experience, I now know there is something much worse than finals week.

The week before finals week.

Finals week in itself isn't too bad.  Not every class you take has a "final" and I've been really lucky and have only ever had one test in a day.  This gives me nearly 24 hours to study (more if I wasn't a procrastinator), and that is good.

But the week before finals week is not as merciful.  It is during this period of 5 consecutive school days that all heck seems to break loose.  Every teacher you have ever had is cramming whatever they hadn't been able to assign/ teach down your throat in a mad effort to prepare you for whats coming.  This means a lot of homework, a lot of tests and a lot of stress.

This week (being the week before finals week) I have had 4 major tests (They couldn't just smoosh all the information into the final next week?), 1 math project, a history paper (8 pages with footnotes.  It almost killed me.), and plenty more.  Long story short, almost every ounce of time that I have had in the past few days has gone into one of three things; studying, homework and doing my best not to procrastinate, which for me, almost takes up more energy than the other two.

As a result, my roommate has come back to the apartment more than once this week to find me completely unconscious on my bed with my headphones on, my computer open and in front of me and my cell phone still in my hand because I had been playing a word game on it right up to the point where I crashed.

The only thing that has gotten me through this week is the bleak knowledge that resistance is futile, and in exactly a week from today, I will finally be home with my family with actual food instead of the processed crap I've been eating, and just in time for the holiday traditions to kick into full gear.

On a brighter note, after finishing all I had energy to do today, I was on YouTube and found this video.

I was procrastinating a little bit when he called me out on it.  Oh well, Calculus can wait till the morning.  Right?

I haven't forgotten I swear

Hello Blogisphere.  In answer to your question, no, I haven't forgotten about you.  I've just been busy.

Thanksgiving was last week.  Surprisingly, I didn't actually spend all that much time on the computer last week.  So there wasn't much to report there.  And with finals just around the corner, you can imagine how stressed out I am.

But through it all, I haven't forgotten about you.  In fact, I've been scouring the funnies for you and I think you're going to like this.

I know my brothers do.

Give it up for . . . . *Drummroll* . . .

Dora the Explora.

Enjoy.

I promise I'll have something better sometime soon.

Until then, enjoy your week.  :D

Snow Day

It's Saturday!  Yay!

I love Saturdays.  Being able to sleep in late, and not have to worry about school and the stresses that come with it.  It's just the best day of all.

Today has been a particularly awesome Saturday though.  This morning I woke up, opened the blinds and saw the beautiful wonderful awesome spectacle that is Snow.  I'm not talking about Snow College, Snow.  Although I did see that as well.  I'm talking about the frozen version of rain that makes me smile.  It finally snowed in po-dunk!  It's just the best feeling ever!

We didn't get much Snow unfortunately.  There's just a light dusting on the things that haven't moved in about 24 hours.  But it was enough to make me smile and feel like it's almost the holiday season.

Happy first Snow in po-dunk day everyone.  It's just the best!

I hope your Saturday was as awesome as mine, and if it wasn't, I hope your Sunday will be great instead.

Peace.

New Post

Did you like the title?  Yeah . . . I didn't think so.  Sorry people but I just don't have the creative juices flowing at the moment.  But I should be getting back on track within the next week or so.  Stay tuned for that.

At any rate, it's the first of November and everyone knows what that means.  That's right.  It's Christmas chaos time.  Everyone seems to think that Christmas chaos starts the day after Thanksgiving during the infamous "Black Friday" sale event.  But no.  Christmas chaos actually starts on the first of November when apparently all your friends and family ask you the most intimidating question of all time . . . "What.  Do.  You.  Want.  For.  Christmas?"

(*shudder*)


Obviously, I'm exaggerating a little bit, but honestly, this year I just don't know.  When I was a kid, I knew exactly what I wanted.  But now I'm an "adult" and I can't play with the same toys I used to be able to.  Now the toys I play with are much more expensive and have way more flashing lights.

If you have any advice for me, leave a comment because I have to tell you, I've been thinking about it for a few hours and asking around for longer than that, and I really just have absolutely no idea.

:P

Vague Title

I've been having a hard time with life lately.  It seems like everywhere I turn there is another problem to face, another mountain to climb (so to speak).  With all the problems that I have and with all the time that each of these problems seem to take up, it's hard to see a positive side to life.

But then I get on Facebook and I read through all the posts that I've made throughout the months and I realize that there is an upside to my life.

I'm freaking hilarious.

Happy 222nd post everybody.  Enjoy your Thursday.

Frustrations and Relief

Frustrations are a part of every day life.  No matter who you are or how happy your outlook on life is, at some point or another, you are going to be frustrated about something and not be able to do anything about it.

That's basically been the story of my life lately.  Between the insanity of Math's derivatives and Chemistry's nonsensical psychosis, I've been getting more and more frustrated as the weeks have passed.

But lately I've found a way to vent all my frustrations in a totally healthy way.

Lately, I've been playing Minecraft.

Now for those of you reading, I want to clarify something.  While my mom says that I'm a "gamer", I wouldn't necessarily classify myself as that.  This is because while I do spend an unhealthy amount of time playing games online, on the wii or just on my computer, I don't play Halo, Call of Duty or other shoot 'em up games.  Those stress me out just way to much.  And trust you me, I have enough stress already.

At any rate, the point of this post isn't to talk about the games that I don't play, but rather to talk about one of the games I do play.  Recently, I've been playing a lot of a game called Minecraft.  Here's a picture of it;

 It's a very interesting game in that it doesn't seem to have much of a point . . . but it does have one upside.  It has a lot of monsters whose butts you can kick and that relieves a lot of tension, frustration and stress.

But Minecraft isn't the only thing that helps relieve stress.  In two days (count 'em TWO), I get to go home.  I am so excited!  I can't wait!

It's going to be fantastic.

And I'll be playing lot's of games the whole week.

Whoo-hoo!

I'm Siiiiiiick. Feel Bad For Me.

Well world, it seems like I haven't posted for awhile.  But that's because nothing too horribly exciting has happened.

Okay.  That's not strictly true.  I did get a few movies in the mail this week and that's always awesome but beyond that, the only exciting thing to happen to me was my mysterious illness.

That's right world.  I'm siiiiiiiiick.


What's really mysterious about it (as far as I can tell, it's just a common cold), is that I contracted my illness sometime within the 8 hours I was asleep between Wednesday night and Thursday morning.  Irritatingly mysterious right?

And what's even more irritating about it is that it's not going away.  When one symptom subsides, another rears its ugly face and I find myself just as miserable as I was before.

Stinkin' cold, stress and whatever other factors that made me sick.  Why'd you have to go and do a thing like that?

At any rate, I feel particularly awful because I do in fact have a roommate who has to suffer through the cough riddled night, wheezy breathing and nasally voice that comes with my cold.

I'm deeply sorry Michelle.  If I could fix myself I would have done it a few days of misery ago.

Adios.

Roommates, Roommates, Roommates!

Last year was my first year of college.  First semester was pretty good.  I made a lot of new friends, had fantastic roommates and had fairly easy classes.

Then second semester came around and I got reassigned new roommates.  I did eventually come to like them almost as much as my previous ones, but there was still something missing.

But the semester ended, I went home and I honestly never thought I would be coming back to Podunk little Ephraim.  But here I am.

And this years even worse.

I can't handle the mess that seems to accumulate no matter what I do!  Every so often, I just can't handle it and I clean it up only to have it completely destroyed only a few minutes later.

Let's get one thing straight.  I'm not a neat freak.  I grew up with five brothers.  I can handle mess.  What I can't handle is being physically unable to wash dishes because the sink is so piled high.  I can't handle not being able to stack the dishes anywhere to make room because the roommates have already stacked piles of pans that are full of two day old food on the stove.  I can't handle the garbage that litters the table.  And most of all, I can't handle not being able to use the microwave, my main food prep source, because so much crap is stacked in front of it.

Honestly.  We are in college now.  Your mom's no longer pick up after you.  Please take care of it yourself.


Sincerely,

Irritated.

52 Days of Waiting

In T minus 52 days (give or take) epicness is going to ensue.

Wasn't that a fantastic first line?  Really grabbed your attention didn't it?  And it's completely true!

Although November is still a ways away, there is one particularly awesome holiday within that month.  Thanksgiving.  And it is truly amazing.  It has great food, great junk food and even better desert food.

Mainly it's about food.

But this year is going to be a little different.  This year, I'm taking one of my brothers to see the new Wreck it Ralph movie, due out the week before I get to go home.

I'm so excited!  It's going to be so much fun!

So,

Dear Larson,

Please mark your calendar for Thanksgiving Break.  It's going to be a day to remember!

Love,

Me.

Stinkin' School

It's official.  School is a little bit bipolar.

Is it just me?  Or have you all experienced this a little?  Whether it be work or school or anything else that you really just don't want to do, doesn't it seem that some weeks are extremely slow and the next week everyone seems to pile everything on top you in an unending and annoying attempt to punch your good mood right in the gut.

Honestly.  That's the kind of week I've been having.

Chemistry is a misery, I'm failing math and of course, both classes are making me take tests this week.

And without a doubt, next week, I'll be bored out of my mind.

Stinkin' School.

The Great Seat Debate

Yesterday, after having finally gotten over my complete lack of sleep, my family came up to spend the day with me.  It was nice to go to the store, go out to dinner and take some pictures for graduation and such.  It was good times.

Then we all came to my small apartment to unload the groceries and unpack everything before they left.

It was at this point that one of my brothers had to use the bathroom.  He knew where it was and went without any problems.  (Lets hope so.  He is, after all, almost a decade old.)

About 45 minutes after they left, I had to go to the bathroom myself.  I went into the bathroom and thank heavens that I have a subconscious mind that looks at the toilet and determines whether the seat is up or not because otherwise, I would have fallen in.

My brother had left the seat up.  And to be perfectly honest, I was not expecting it.  Mainly because for the past month or so, I have been living in a college dorm with 4 other girls as roommates.  Generally speaking, the seat remains down.

Good thing I still have 18 years of training after sharing a bathroom with my brothers to know that you never just sit down.  Not ever.

Enjoy your weekend everybody.  And watch out for Bathroom Booby Traps.

Fire Alarms and Flashbacks

Last week, I posted about sleep deprivation.  Evidently the Universe decided it wanted to have a little fun because today was one of the worst days of my life.  And it's only 9:15

I know I was still awake last night around 1 in the morning because at some point, having been unable to sleep, I rolled over and saw that it was 1 in the morning.  I have no idea how long it took me to fall asleep after that, but it was already too late.  I woke up at 6 in the morning and again at 6:15 to my roommates alarm which, as silent as it is, and as quickly as she turned it off, I guess I'm listening for it now . . .

I finally made it back to sleep when I woke up again at 8:10 when my roommate accidentally dropped a few things.  To give you a clue to how tired I was. . . she dropped her books, I didn't flinch.

I'm a really jumpy person (I have no idea why), and if you drop things and startle me awake (as my old roommate can tell you) I freak out.  But this time, I didn't . . . because I was exhausted.

At 8:30 my roommate had left for class and I believe I had drifted off.  I know that I fell asleep before 8:46 because at that ridiculous time of day, only 29 minutes before I actually had to wake up, the ear-splitting shriek of the fire alarm was heard throughout the building.

In 60 seconds, all I had time to do was grab my phone and my keys, put on a pair of pants, a jacket, a hat and my shoes and get out of the building.

If my family wasn't coming up today to take me out to dinner, I might skip all my classes and sleep the rest of the day.

Stinkin' Housing Office.

And what's really sad is the I would only just be waking up right now . . . :'(

Sleep Depravation . . . Why oh Why?

As most of my old High School friends can probably attest, my sleeping habits (or lack thereof) have never been stellar.  I'm the kind of person who goes to bed late and subsequently wakes up late.  But lately I've been trying to change that.

Unfortunately it's not going well.

Last year, second semester, I was faced with a lot of challenges in my life.  I found that one of the reasons they weighed so heavily on my mind and soul was because I wasn't getting enough sleep at night.  In fact, I was often finding myself falling asleep at 2:30 in the AM or later, depending on how enthralled I was in whatever TV series I was watching that night.  My sleeping habits grew progressively worse from there, until finally it hit me.  Enough was enough.  I needed to get more sleep.

So I set a bed time at 1:30 in the AM.  That may seem ridiculous to you, especially since I was waking up for classes or church at 8:30 AM, but it the best I could do at the time.

I managed to stick to this bedtime for the majority of my second semester.  But then all heck broke lose and I found that summer was upon me.

Summer is great.  There is little stress, little worry and for a college student, the promise of at least one home cooked meal a week.  It should have been heaven.  But with every summer comes a new nemesis.  The dreaded lack-of-schedule.

Without a reason to wake up every morning (I was unable to get a job despite several fantabulous interviews), I found myself sleeping in later and later and going to bed later and later.  And then the worst possible thing happened.

As many of you know, I took a few classes over the summer break.  They were great and I managed to stay on top of all of them despite the lack of assignment due dates.  But then Finals week hit and my cute little cousins came over.  In order to spend time with them and yet get everything done, I woke up around 11 AM, stayed awake and played with my cousins till around 7 when I would take a two hour nap and then stay awake till 5 or 6 AM doing assignments and taking tests.

It was madness.

And it didn't stop there.  Over that Finals week, my entire schedule shifted about 6 hours.  And I have yet to get it back into whack.

It doesn't help that I wake up (for no apparent reason) when my roommate wakes up (sometime between 6:30 and 7:30 AM), and I can only go to sleep at night after the other roommates have finally stopped goofing off right outside my door at 2:00 AM.

The moral of the story?

I'M EXHAUSTED!!!  LET ME SLEEP!

Say Cheese!

I don't think that I am particularly well known for my smile.  The fact is that my natural face seems rather grumpy, and any pictures of me don't exactly show a "photogenic" side.  In this sense, I guess I'm not really an expert on smiles or smiling, but I feel as though I know enough to say that the girl I passed in my hall only moments ago looked like she was in something that resembled more of a hostage situation than a simple meet an nod in a college dorm.


Honestly.  It was literally that bad.


Now, I wasn't always the most unphotogenic person in the world.  For example, this is a baby picture of myself.  Don't I look so cute?

But still, since the years have worn on, my face has no retained the light that shines in Mini-me's face.

Of course, knowing the situation that exists here in one of the most run down dorms on campus, I have to say that sometimes, a hostage grimace is as good as it gets.  Especially when running into snappily dressed people who for whatever reason, cannot, for the life of them, walk in a straight line.

My Super Family

So yesterday, being the Monday that it was, I found myself being a bit melancholy.  Partly because like Garfield the cat, I hate Monday's and partly because I just hadn't had a long enough weekend to recuperate from the previous week of hilarity and fails.

As a result, I went to two of my classes, sluffed the third (and before you get mad at me, it was Calculus so . . . I kinda feel like taking one day of a month is pretty good considering I go 5 days a week), and eventually found myself sitting in my apartment doing the one thing that always calms me down.  I doodled.

I've posted several of my doodles on my blog and people seem to like them, but I haven't posted all of my doodles on this blog.  If you ever want to see them though, stop by my apartment and I will gladly show you.  (Seriously.  Come.  I need to socialize with people.)

At any rate, yesterday I decided to start a whole new doodling selection.  I decided to doodle my family as super hero's.  And let me tell you . . . it has not been easy.  I spent several hours on it yesterday and only have 7/8 logos and two complete figures drawn.

Meet my parents.  In doodle form of course.

I kind of borrowed their superhero designs.  Well, parts of them anyways.

My dad has green lantern colors (for the most part).  The plug is due to the fact that he spends a large amount of time on the computer for work.  My mom's logo is actually Robin, the boy wonder's logo.  It has a different color, but overall its the same.  Her colors don't really come from any particular superhero (unless you guys can think of one).  She just really likes the color red, so she got "hotter" colors.

Be sure to check back soon to see the rest of the family.  Assuming that I have time to draw them soon.

Sincerely Yours,

A few weeks ago, school had just started and I had been going over the Pre-requisites that I needed to take in order to get in to a good Pharmacy program.  Last year, while looking at the list, I had devised my current schedule in an effort to take as many up at Snow College as possible.  This year, while looking at the list, I realized that I did not, in fact, have to take the Public Speaking Class that I had enrolled in.  I didn't need it for the Communications credit, and I didn't need it for my major.  So I decided to drop it in favor of a much easier History credit.

Well, the add/drop procedure is one of the most complicated in all of creation.  They refuse to tell you up front what all you have to do in order to change your class and everyone within the counseling office acts as though it's a huge inconvenience that they lied to you last year, and now you would like to drop a class that you don't need.

However, eventually I was finally able to drop the Public Speaking Class and take part two of a History class I had started over the summer.

You may be wondering why I would willingly take a History Class.  Well there are three reasons.  One,  I actually really like History.  I didn't a few years ago, it was one of my least favorite classes right on par with English, but my junior and senior years of high school, I took history classes and my teachers were so passionate about them that I fell in love with the class as well.

This past summer, I also took two history classes and the textbooks for both were so well written, and my teacher was so great, that I found myself loving history even more.

The second reason is that, surprise, surprise, having already taken part one of this class, I already had the textbook for it, and didn't need to go out and get a new one priority mailed to me.

And finally, the third, and most important reason, is that technically, I had already started the class.

This past summer, the two history classes that I took had similar assignments and they were both from the same professor.  I emailed him and asked if it would be okay if for the Book Report and Oral Interviews, if I just submitted assignments that I had already done for one of them.  He said that would be fine and so I only ended up doing one of each.

This semester, feeling that it would be okay to do it again, I submitted my previous Book Report one more time.  Although I got 40/40 on it, I went online (this is an online class by the way), and I found this message waiting for me in my inbox.


"Would you please stop by my office sometime.  There's no rush."

I ask you, people of the internet, How am I suppose to react to that?

Does it not sound really bad?


I sent back "Wow.  That sounds bad.  Where is your office?"


And he replied, "Its not bad.  My office is in such-and-such a building."



And so now I'm faced with a dilemma.  While my Professor tells me, it's really not all that bad, the Book Report I had submitted had already been submitted twice before.  More importantly, the Book Report I submitted was on a book that I had only barely managed to skim through.

What if he asks me questions about it???


Sincerely Yours,

Petrified.

My Kind of Drama . . . with Flair!

Today was a pretty dramatic day for me.  And of course, now for you as I share my drama with you.

You're welcome.



Today started out like any other.  My alarm went off and I desperately tried to squeeze in a few more winks because I was too tired, I felt, to even be able to get out of bed. :P

But I did eventually get out of bed, get ready and go to class.  Now that might not seem too horribly dramatic . . . this may be because it wasn't.

The dramatic part of my day really started out yesterday.  You see, I got a printer right before I moved out last year.  It was an ink guzzling Gigantor of a printer and eventually it became just too irritating to deal with and so I bought a smaller, more portable printer.  Lately, I've been trying to sell Gigantor on KSL.  Needless to say, it hasn't been going well.

Well, last night I was checking my ad and realized that it had been on the website for over a month.  Knowing that most people rarely scroll past the first few pages when looking to purchase something, and knowing that the older an ad is the further back it is placed, I decided to re-run my ad in a hope that maybe this time someone would see it and buy it.

Less than an hour later, I received an email from a gentleman with the name of "Greg Rick" who said (and I quote), "Is this item still available for sale get back to me final asking price."  And I swear that's how it was written.  No caps, no punctuation.

Being the paranoid person I am, alarm bells were already going off inside my head, (and now they are going off in yours too) but I could really use the $100 I'm asking for it.  So I responded; "Yes.  But I'm only willing to go as low as $90."

Then I went to sleep.

And that brings us to today.

After getting back from class, I found this email in my inbox.  This has been copied and pasted for your viewing concern.

"I am very serious about this purchase and ready to go with it aim okay with the asking price for the item and i don't want you to worry yourself about the shipping as it will be handled by my shipping company as soon as the payment has been made.  The payment will be made via Certified Check (Drawn from my bank)/ cashier check, which will contain both the asking price and the shipping fees via the shipping company and no pick up/ shipping arrangement will be made until the money is fully cleared and cashed by you at your bank, then you will be sure of payment.  So, i will be needing your Full payment and mailing information in order to get the Check mailed to you such as

Full Name
Full Address
City
State
Zip code
Tel #
last asking price

As soon as this is received the Check will be mailed out to you with no further delay and the purchase can be completed. I will look fro your email later."



By this point, major alarm bells are going off inside my head and before I go any further, I decide to email my parents and ask their opinions.  It was a good thing I did.  My dad immediately informed me that this was a major scam.  They were simply looking for my personal information.

Like I said . . . Drama.

On the plus side, this little story does have a tiny bright side.

Dear Karli (my former roommate),

My paranoia does save lives.  It just saved my digital one.  In your face!

Love,

Me.

Ephraim Updates Part 2

Against the backdrop of the setting sun, a lone figure rises triumphant from an endeavor that threatened to crush the life from her chest.  It was there, in that lonely town of Ephraim, that one girl learned that the universe truly does revolve around her, and her epic worthy struggle with math.

I guess the world doesn't revolve around me.  But it does revolve around math (or so my professor keeps trying to believe as we calculate rates of revolution and all that boring stuff).  I haven't posted anything "Ephraim Update" worthy in awhile, so let me just remind you of the way this works.

To me, Ephraim is like a different world.  I live on my own and have to be responsible and stuff.  In that way, it seems more like a fantasy novel than an actual life.  This means that most of the updates will start off with a fictional representation of whats been going on that you should picture with whatever themed music comes to mind.  For this post, the song "The Good the Bad and the Ugly" comes to mind.

At any rate, I don't know how often these will be coming around, but please enjoy!

Procrastination Leads to Zombies

Awhile ago, as usual, I was doing everything in my power to procrastinate something that I know would be easier to do if I just got it over with, and I found myself on one of my good friends blogs.  (Find the link in the comments below.)  It's been awhile since she actually posted anything, so I was just skimming some of the other posts that she had previously posted.  The post was actually a really funny comprehensive list of all her fears both rational and irrational.  Once I started thinking about it, I decided to something similar but with one of the few irrational fears I have.

Everyone who really takes the time to get to know me will learn sooner or later that I have one dominating fear that is both rational and irrational.  To most, it seems like I'm just crazy.  But they are real.  I Googled it.

But wait.  I'm getting a little ahead of myself.  I guess I should first telly you what I am deathly, horribly, awfully afraid of.

One word.

Zombies.

I know.  I know.  Laugh it up, but the truth is, I'm terrified of them.  No, I don't watch horror movies, and no I didn't have a bad experience once upon a Halloween.  I'm just terrified of them.  Mainly it comes from a dream I had once where a good friend of mine ate my arm.

Now lets get back to the part that most of you are probably having questions about, and I have yet to prove to any of my friends.

Zombies are real.

Now they don't look or necessarily "think" in the same way that the brain eating undead psycho's of Hollywood look/think/act.  But there are zombies out there.  They are real.  Even if I'm not terrified of the real ones, the fake ones make my fight or flight kick into full gear and sends adrenaline (which is utterly unhelpful as I don't fight or flight but I do freeze), coursing through my veins.

Man Zombies give me the heebie-jeebies.  Don't they give you the heebie-jeebies?

Thinking about Thinking

Hello world and welcome to the first in a new segment on my blog called "Random Posts".  I'm starting this because I'm actually a little more interesting than I let on, mainly because I am capable of thinking some really deep thoughts when the mood strikes me.  A couple of times, these thoughts have come to me while I've been online and I will start a post about them, but they really just don't fit with the flow of my blog so I end up deleting them and then not posting something else for another week or so.

So instead, I'm going to start doing "Random Posts".  These will be labeled for easy access and you can find the Label Menu on the right side of my blog under the fish app.

Since that pretty much sums up what I want to do here, I'm pleased to announce the first installment in the "Random Posts" segment.  Enjoy!





I'm a thinker.  There's no better word to describe me.  In fact, some people might even say that I'm an OVER-thinker.  I do tend to overanalyze points and problems that really have no significance whatsoever to other people.  But they matter to me.

Now you all may be wondering why I started out my post in this somewhat ranting, almost lunatic-ial way.  But there is a point.  Just give it a minute.

During one of my over-thinking, anxiety fueled thought rampages that I was having on my way to class, I started thinking about something that has, quite frankly, bugged me for years.

You see world, I don't have any sisters.  In fact, not only do I not have any sisters, but I ended up with five brothers.  I felt, for the longest time, that the Universe just hated me.  In fact, especially in the hormone riddled tween years I felt more like this lovely poster from a hilarious episode of "How I met your Mother" than anything else.

One of these things is not like the other, one of these things is not the same.

But lately, as I've moved out into the world and have strangely found myself in college and surrounded by actual girls, I've been feeling a little bit different. More like this,

Or this,

And do you want to know why?  I can sum it up in one word for you and that word is . . . Drama.

Girls are chalk full of it!!!  Well, not all of them.  But it would seem that I really dodged two bullets by not ending up with a sister.  For one thing, being surrounded by boys taught me to act tough.  I wrestled right alongside of my brothers for a long time.  We went camping and hiking and canoeing.  We were a somewhat active family.  I also dodged a bullet by not having a younger sister who would have, of course, been spoiled completely rotten and there is a pretty good chance that she would have been dramatic.

So thanks Universe for your farsightedness.  At the time I hated your interplanetary guts, but I forgive you now.





And that concludes the first installation of "Random Posts" please comment below about your impressions, thoughts or neuroses involving this post.

My First Social Saturday of Adventure

Hey people.  I haven't posted in awhile.  I don't know how many people check it, but I know that I like seeing new posts on it.  It makes me feel like I have accomplished something.  (Isn't that sad?)

But lately I haven't really been wanting to accomplish anything.  I was on vacation and did next to nothing.  It was fantastic.

However, there was one thing that I did do.  On Saturday, one of my best friends and former roommate, Karli Goodman, took me to see the Piano Guys in Concert.  To be perfectly honest, this was my first concert of all time.  I guess that's why the weather decided to kick in and try it's darndest to rain the concert out.  But as it turns out, Karli and I weren't the only "die hard" fans who were willing to stick it out through the pouring rain, intense lightning and booming thunder just to see a group of guys who add a hilarious and entertaining twist to classical music.

The Event Was Huge!

A Rare and Valuable Picture of Yours Truly

Our View From the Very Back

It was without a doubt one of the most adventurous/ fun things that I've done in quite some time.  Of course, the concert wasn't the only fun things that I happened to be a part of on that particular Saturday evening.  Karli and I also witnessed a tire catch on fire and finally blow out on the freeway and the driver continue to drive on his sad little excuse for an inner tire before finally making it to the nearest exit.  Good times Saturday.  Good times.

At any rate, it made me more willing to go out and explore new things and since this blog is all about that rise to sociableness, this was an important moment to chronicle for the future generations of internet nerds.

In Memory of Charlie

I bet you are all just dying to hear more about the fascinating world that awaits anyone adventurous enough to find themselves in one of the strangest places to stick a major college.

But you're going to have to wait longer.

This post isn't about Ephraim, this post is about Charles the Great.

A few of you may know about my epic romance with one Charlie the laptop.  While he wasn't my first laptop, he's one that I probably ended up having the longest, and both my old roommate Karli and I had quite an inside joke about him.

Unfortunately, Charlie was old when I inherited him and got older still after I started school.  The fact is, my family is really hard on computers.  Really really hard.

Sadly, with school starting and with a knowledge that should Charlie die on my completely while away in Ephraim, I would be stuck with out a computer with which to do all my stuff, I decided to take part of my grant and buy a new laptop.  A smaller one with more memory.

And thus, Charles the Great was born.

It was sad giving up Charlie, but I did honor his memory by naming my new computer after him.  Charlie, may you rest in peace.  Or pieces.  Whichever happens first.

At any rate, I love my new computer.  It's fast and picks up internet much better than Charlie did.  Furthermore, it is much more capable of remembering things, and has a much better battery life.  Most importantly of all, it's so easy to cart from place to place because of it's reduced size and weight.

The moral of this rather random post, is that I have a new computer, it's totally awesome and I love it.  Viva la Grande Charles!

Ephraim Updates Part One

In a galaxy far, far away, there exists a tiny settlement just on the edge of civilization.  It's name, Ephraim, it's population . . . . double what it was a few weeks ago.

In this tiny settlement of just a few brave souls who were willing to risk the dangers of starvation, sheep stampedes and at times, the most bi-polar weather one will ever see, the laws that govern reality don't seem to apply.

Chemistry is fun, Math is more so and girls are no longer the dominate gender.

What in the universe have I walked in to?

Experimentation Time

Alright y'all (I'm brushing up on my cowboy lingo), as all of you should have figured out by now, I am back in Ephraim to finish up my Associates Degree.  This year brings a lot of changes to my small little temp town and quite frankly, it's a little weird.  Since I can't bring myself to complain to my new roommate who is pretty cheerful (one of those people who helps you see the good side unintentionally), I have decided to use my blog to update the world on how strange my current path in life is.  These will appear with the labels/ tags of "Ephraim Updates".  They are sure to be strange and it's quite probable that many of you won't even know what's going on, but it will be good over all.  Plus, it will give me a chance to post more often which we all know everyone loves :)

Let the great experiment begin!

The Poll

My last post (so the one right under this one) mentioned a poll that I wanted you guys to check out and vote on.  For some reason, it's not working at the moment, so just place your vote in the comments below.  Sorry for the inconvenience.




Should I make videos for this blog?


A.  Yes- You are infinately hilarious, I would spend hours watching your videos.
B.  No- I wouldn't touch one of your videos with an 8-bit pole.
C.  Maybe So- You are funny, but I don't like watching YouTube videos.
D.  Maybe No- Videos are so-so, you are so-so.


You may only pick one answer, so choose wisely and thanks for the input.

Updates and Information

Hey guys.  I haven't had a lot of time to blog lately.  I recently moved back up to school and it's been an effort to adjust to the new way of life again.

I don't have anything hilarious to post, but I did do a few doodles that I want to share with you.  I hope you enjoy them.  I had a lot of fun drawing them.

I will have a real blog post up soon enough.  Also, make sure to vote on this months poll.  I really need the input.

Enjoy!

Because I'm Batman!

Superman . . . Super Doodle

My Lot in Life . . . Again?

A lot of people have been asking about my future career choice involving Pharmaceuticals.  I keep getting asked the same question over and over; "Why did you decide to go into Pharmaceuticals?"  Of course, I can only assume that most people have one burning theory in regards to Pharmacy School . . . it's going to be like walking turtle style through the fiery depths of a black and lonely abyss of death and despair.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that when most people find out that I'm going into Pharmacy, this is the face that I seem to get from almost everyone.

"Are you sure?  I mean, absolutely positively
100% entirely sure that you aren't crazy?"

I don't even think that people realize that they are doing it.  But they do.  And then they ask the question that I already mentioned.


So . . . in regards to this, I have a funny story to share . . . if I haven't already.



In high school, I was already thinking about career choices.  It seemed like the logical solution since all the counselors were cramming that decision down my throat.

At the time, I was thinking about nursing as so many young students in America are.  Then, senior yearn of high school I had the fateful experience of taking a Human Bio class and seeing up close and personal, the video of a knee joint replacement.  Needless to say, not a good time to find out about one's squeamish tendencies.  But this lesson did teach me one important thing. . . I needed a new career choice.

Well, to be perfectly honest, this didn't seem like an important decision.  I was truly hoping (and quite frankly thought) that I would be one of those people married right out of high school.  But summer past and pretty soon first semester of college was about to start and Prince Charming still hadn't magically popped out of nowhere onto my driveway.

Long story short (haha, too late) I had a problem.

Well, my mom and I went to see a counselor to get my schedule for that upcoming fall set up.  One of the very first questions he asked me was; "What do you want to do."  And I honestly had no idea.  So we sat there awkwardly for about to minutes as I desperately thought and said; "Um" and "Ah" a lot.  Eventually I think I managed to blurt out; "I don't know."  At any rate, he smiled somewhat comfortingly and said; "Don't worry.  You don't have to know just yet.  We'll get you started on general credits.  You will probably want to know by second semester though so you don't waste too much time."  And that was that.

First semester past by without too big of a hitch.  I only had one hard class and I made enough friends that it wasn't even too bad.  The biggest problem came in October/November when registration for Spring started.

The words of my counselor; "You will probably want to know by second semester though so you don't waste too much time.", had been ringing in my head pretty much all semester.  I had thought about what I wanted to do for a long time and I didn't know.  You see, I had a problem, I hated everything.

Here's what I mean;

• I hate math.
• I think that English beyond an Elementary Level is a complete and utter waste of time unless it's not your first language.
• I hate singing (yeah, you all know that).
• I can sight read right hand on the piano but not left.
• I don't particularly like Music. (*gasp from the audience*) I know.  I'm a little abnormal.
• I hate running, kicking, climbing, hitting, bending, stretching and working out of any kind.  I.e.  I'm not athletic and therefore any PE related job/ career was out of the question.
• I have some of the worst eating habits known to man and so I couldn't be a dietician or any kind of healthy eating person.
• I don't particularly like large gatherings of other peoples children and I know for a fact that when parents came to lecture me on my teaching style I would go ballistic so teaching was out of the question.
• I can write but not well enough to ever be published.
• I can't speak foreign languages at all (my Utahan accent is just too pronounced).
• Most importantly of all, I can't draw worth a darn.  (Doodling on the other hand- well, I'm really good at that.  But last time I checked, there is no doodling career).

The only thing that I've ever been really good at is science.  And the only thing in science that I've ever really been interested in is in medical science.  And we already established that I couldn't be a nurse.

So I had a problem.

So, as I'd been taught to do since birth practically, I started to pray that I would figure it out.  I was pretty desperate.  I needed to know so that I "wouldn't waste any more time".  Luckily for me, answers come in mysterious ways.

I was actually watching TV when I made my life changing decision.

For any of who you haven't watched Psych, you live a sad and lonely life.  Psych is hilarious.  But I guess I should get back to the point now.

One of the characters on Psych, Burton Guster, has a job as a "Pharmaceutical sales Rep."  Basically he sells bulk medication to hospitals, doctors and whatever else.  One day, while watching Psych, and listening to Burton Guster's ramble on drugs, I got the overwhelming and divine answer I'd been searching for.

Pharmacy.  That was the job for me.  It was medical science and no gore all wrapped into one.  The perfect career package.

The moral of the story is two-fold.  One, God works in mysterious ways.  Two, TV can often HELP you so it's not just there for rotting your brains out and making teenage zombies.

So yes world.  I learned what I wanted to be in a weird way.  But that lesson has stuck with me and helped me get through second semester (which was H-E- double hockey sticks on earth).  More importantly, it's just a really funny story that a lot of people get a big kick out of and so I just had to share.

Happy Happy Birthday

Today is my birthday!!!  Happy birthday to me.  Another year older, another year wiser.  Or so the saying goes.

Today was pretty fantastic.  Minus the fact that I'm still in the middle of finals and am having to do homework on my birthday, we've eaten great meals, I got a great birthday present and I'm going to get to watch my brothers squirm as I force them to watch "Mirror Mirror" tonight.

I'm really excited for the squirmy bit.  Which sounds kinda sad.

At any rate, life is going great.  Finals are almost over and then it's party time for about a month before I move back to Snow.

Oh.  PS, for all of you who were wondering,  I got a 1000 piece puzzle from my brother (I love Puzzles) and I got the Lego Star Wars Saga with a gamepad to play on my Mac.  I'm a bit of a nerd, but that's okay. :)

Back to the Back to School

So a few weeks ago, I started this post and never finished it.  I present to you now, "The Lost Post"!




Today was kind of a depressing day.  I'm sure that all of you are just dying to hear about it. . . but then again, if you hadn't wanted to read my writings, you wouldn't be reading this right now.

So let's jump right into it.

Today . . . I went back . . . to Ephraim.  To understand just how depressing that one sentence is, we have to take you back a few months to second semester of my first year at Snow.  Life sucked.  I had new roommates, a killer schedule (and I don't mean that in a good way) and it seemed as though my life was a sucking hole of awful that I only just managed to escape.

And then I went back.

It was like that scene in a movie where a person finally escapes from the killer and then they run into someone they think is safe and that dumb person convinces them to go back to place where the killer is lurking and they both get killed. . .

. . . 

. . . 

. . . 

that's basically how it is anyway.

So yes.  The bad news is that I will be moving back to Ephraim.  The good news is that by the time I get back there, I should have enough money to buy a new computer.  This is sad because Charlie has been a great computer.  But he is on his last leg.  And is really fat.  I think it's time to downsize.

Funny is Served

What's up World?

Nothing?

That's good.

My life has been pretty crazy.  Between pestering my old roommate Karli to give me my birthday present early (and she totally did and it was freaking awesome), and school I have barely had time to even think about being hilarious in a public arena.  Luckily, today I'm not doing much.  So time to get my funny on.

Here it goes.

Today has actually been pretty good.  I woke up after having camped out on my bedroom floor.  Now you may be wondering . . . "Why on earth would she sleep on her BEDroom floor?"  Well, let me tell you.

There was stuff on my bed and I was too lazy to move it.

End of Story.

End of Post.

Hermit-tude

It seems to me that a lot of people find me insane.  Granted, I'm not the most normal person in the world, but then again, you're bound to have some emotional/ social issues when the catch phrase you grew up with was "friends are burdens".

People mainly find it strange that I can willingly stay in my room all day.  But the truth is, with a good book (or more importantly, the internet) and a little sprinkle of something that is becoming quite rare in our technology addicted community (some call it "magic" I call it IMAGINATION) I'm not IN my room all day, I'm in a magic world of spectacular wonder.

It's basically my room . . . but cooler.

At any rate, I've been spending a lot of time locked in my room recently.  With T-minus 30 days until the summer semester is over, I have a lot to do before I go back to school this fall.

The bummer news?  It looks like I will, in fact, be going back to the Land of the Wranglers.

So, I will remain locked in my ivory tower of hermit-tude until further notice.

The moral of this story?

Don't bug me.  I'm busy.

Paranormal Posting

Paranormal phenomenon, specters, ghosts, poltergeists, phantoms, aliens and UFO's, sparkly vampires, manly combustible vampires, Bigfoot, fairies, leprechauns, the Loch Ness Monster and of course, (the children and children at heart may want to look away) Santa.  What do all these things have in common?

They may not exist.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

However, today while surfing the internet (like I do) I stumbled across the thought process of a specter. Since we can obviously trust everything we find on the internet, this could, in fact, be considered absolute proof of ghosts.

And if ghosts exist . . . what else does?

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO (again)

(I sincerely apologize for any heart attacks that occurred during the reading of this post)

The Birthright

A few of you may know that my family and I have been living in PG since I was 10 but we've lived in two houses since moving here.  The second house (the one we live in now) is a house we built and my parents designed the plans special for certain things.  The most important and overall, the one that is MY favorite, is the way they designed my room.  Let me describe to you, my birthright.

It was a fairly large room, one that fit my desk and full sized bed quite easily.  Furthermore, it had three built in dressers that equated six drawers and a built in bookshelf.  I also had a balcony, a walk in closet and for the cherry on the sundae, I had my own bathroom.  It was utterly perfect.  And then a darkness descended upon the land.  I was going to college.

I was given an ultimatum by my mother, "It's not fair to have that room empty for so long while you're at school so here's what's going to happen.  You can either move all your stuff out now and put it in your new room in the [cupboard under the stairs], or you can stay in your [birthright] until some day in the future when I decide to move all your stuff and I just move everything for you."

Now what kind of choice is that?

So of course I decided to move my own stuff so I could organize it the way it is.  My new room is smaller and I still of course refer to my old room as my birthright.  But I learned something about it last night.

That room is my birthright even though my brother Bryson is living in it currently.  However, it's also the next brother, Holbrook's, inheritance.  So essentially, Bryson is just renting.

Enjoy it while it lasts buckaroo, it ain't gonna last long.

Part Two

A few days ago I began to chronicle my epic rise to productiveness.  This is part two of that adventurous tale. . .

"I did it."  When you think about it, that phrase is intense.  Its a phrase packed full of epic courage, fortitude and determination.  Overall, it symbolizes one thing; You have finally accomplished something great.  Something which hopefully took up all your energy causing you to pass out immediately after and become utterly and entirely unable to coin a more victorious phrase because as amazingly epic as the phrase "I did it" is, it's also horribly, terribly, unremarkable.

However, I'm not writing this blog post today to teach all of you all a lesson in adventuresome grammar, I am writing this part-two-post to inform you that yes, however unremarkable, I did it.  I did it all.

Last post, I made a list of things that I hoped to accomplish by the end of the week.  I did them.  In fact, they were all done by Saturday night.  So, I guess the moral of this story is . . . I did it.

Excelsior!

I'm Back

Hello world.  You don't have to say it . . . I know.  I haven't responded in awhile.  But here's the thing . . . I was going to post something and then I remembered the internet and it didn't happen.

But I'm back.  Today is officially my "be productive most of the day, day." Let me tell you a little about it.

I woke up, at 8:30 and went back to sleep till 10:30.  I know . . . I slept in . . . it's still way better than what I've been doing.  Then, I did my hair, got ready, did a midterm in one of my online classes, cleaned my room, took out the trash, ate lunch, planned some more stuff, got distract, BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT, then blogged.  I'm on fire today.

You see, for the past few weeks my life has been a swirling, sucking vortex of mundane television and sleep.  It sounds fun, but it wasn't.  But today, all that changed and I feel great.  Now I just have to; get caught up in Hist 1700, get caught up in Hist 2700, get caught up in intro to medical terminology, plan my fall schedule, prep my sunday lesson, get caught up in Theater, do the dishes, take my History 1700 midterm and relax.

Lets see how well I do.

Apologies and Explanations

Hi World.  Today's post is going to be a little different then usual.  And here's why.

Usually, when I post things on my blog they are things that have happened to me.  Generally these things are hilarious or I have the ability to portray them as funny, but today is a little different.

There are some people out there that seem to have a misrepresentation of me and my personality.  Granted, I am not the most open person and as a result some people get easily offended by actions that were never meant to come off the way they evidentially do.  Due to things that have happened in my past, I'm even more closed off to family members than I am to friends and strangers.  As a result, my actions seem to have a particularly harmful appearance.  So today, instead of posting something funny, I'm posting something serious and something that evidentially needs to be addressed.

My relationship with my family, particularly my extended family has been a rocky one for quite some time.  I don't share feelings or emotions (I laughingly condemn emotions.  I do think they are stupid) as well as most people can and as a result there seems to be a misconception that they can't talk to me without hurting my feelings.  This isn't true, I just can't seem to communicate with my family.  There is a wall that was built there years ago to protect myself and while I would like to think that wall has crumbled a little over time, it apparently has not lost its strength.  So to any of my family members who feel like I don't care, I do, you just need to accept my way of showing emotions and accept the fact that telling me that I need to change my personality is not a good way to repair whatever damage has been done.

I am an introvert.  I am more comfortable with myself than with others.  It's the way that I've been for quite some time and it's a little too late to change that.  I can force myself to be an extrovert, especially when I make the decision to, but you all need to accept the fact that I am what I am and it's probably not going to change just because you want it to.

Today was a hard day.  I was told by two people that I need to change the way I act.  As a result of that, the lack of sleep I've been getting and years of emotional baggage, everything just came spilling out and I spent a good part of the day crying my eyes out.  (It was not pretty and my eyes literally do feel like I have cried them right out).  After the tears had more or less subsided, I went online and tried to drown my sorrows in the internet.  I was on youtube and I found this video that fits just so perfectly with the way I am feeling.  As you watch this video please try to apply it to me.  I am not one to share my emotions.  I don't care for PDA.  But I am a happy person at heart and if you can't see that it's too bad for you.  I have off days like everyone else but I have been trying for the past few months to see the good in everything and to be told that I can't . . . that I appear not to have any love or joy or happiness in my life at all was particularly damaging.

At any rate, I apologize to those who have felt like I have wronged them in some way.  And I'm almost sorry for this rant, but it appears as though it needed to be said.

Thanks for bearing with me, and here is the video.  I hope this helps explain my personality because this is how I am almost to the T.





And yes.  There was humor in that . . . we can't have a post that's ALL emotions after all.  I have a reputation to uphold . . . I really just don't like emotions.

Posting Fail

Hello Blogisphere.  As you can see . . . I have failed once again.

And this time I don't even kind of have an excuse for it.

It's terrible.

However, this week has been rather productive.  I painted a bathroom, started doing hardcore chores around the house again, have been steadily applying for jobs, went on an insane shopping trip with my mom to find her church clothes (this is hard to do because she visualizes what she wants and then gets irritated that no one has this imagined masterpiece of an outfit.  Also, she's been really into hippie skirts and I just can't allow that now can I?)

At any rate, I have been busy so I don't feel so bad about lying to the internet.  But then again, I lie to the internet all the time.  For example; "I will get off the internet after I check Facebook. . . it'll take like five minutes."  And then the next thing I know, it's six hours later and I've wasted another day of my life.

Ah well.  I'm only young once.  Right?

Well.  Keep on keepin' on Blogisphere.  I will be back . . . eventually.

Summer Chaos

Hello Blogisphere.  Sorry it's been so long.  But I have fantastic news.  I did not die over finals week.  Although I did come close.  But that's another story.

I'm posting today because quite frankly, one of my goals this year is to post at least once a week and this week I obviously failed.  But I failed for a good cause.

Kinda.

I decided after getting home and having to reinsert myself into an oligarchy that I needed a little R&R before the summer from '39 begins.

You may be asking, "What does this mean?  Summer from '39?"  Well . . . I will tell you . . .

In the 1930's two very important things happened in United States History.  1) We had the Great Depression and 2) In 1939 we entered WWI.

While the war was very very unfortunate, there was one good side effect in that the war and war efforts reduced unemployment to around 0% and managed to boost our economy back into its more or less "natural flow".

Understandably, everyone in the US was quite busy that year.  Especially since everyone was working everyday either as a solider or in factories and such.

That is what I mean by the summer from '39.

My summer is going to be insane this year.  Especially if everything works out.  For one thing, I am hoping for at least two jobs.  One because I have bills and debt to pay and the other is because I desperately need a car if I am ever to return to Snow College.  Why?

I CAN'T GET STRANDED IN EPHRAIM.  EVER.

If all goes according to plan, I will be sticking a sizable sum into savings as well.

On top of the job hunt, I'm also taking some online college classes over the summer.  If all goes according to plan there, I will be graduating with my associates this December.  One whole semester ahead of schedule (and just in time to cheat graduation once again. :)

At any rate, that's why I haven't posted all week.  Unfortunately for all you subscribers out there, (or should I say, LUCKY for you), my epic week of R&R is over.  Tomorrow the horrors begin.  Let's just hope I'm up for them.