blessed to be a witness

Alright, first a couple of facts for those of you who don't know:

There are approximately 5 weeks left in the semester.

I have one class.

So today, for the FIRST TIME all semester, I actually talked to some people in my one class. And actually, one of them talked to me first.

Are my social skills really this bad that I feel like making contact with my classmates is some sort of achievement?

IM jargon (from most annoying to least annoying):


kewl

u2

ttyl

brb

omg

lol

wtf (my personal favorite)

Sample: OMG, this is the kewlest blog evR. the yellow & green is super kewl. and the comments make me lol. ...brb....

k, i'm back. it was a ups guy and he dropped off a package and said have a good day, and i was like, OMG, u2. and he was like ok, ttyl. and then... lol... i walked into the door. and OMG i was so stupid so i was like, OMG, wtf?

Website of the day: there's more

Today my diet has consisted of:

breakfast: pizza and orange juice

lunch: pizza and diet soda, followed by a large amount of ice cream

dinner: still to be determined, but there's no more pizza left

Why is it that I constantly express a desire to be more healthy, but I can't seem to actually take steps to do that?

I am frustrated by this fact.

No, Hopie, it is not. Puff, the Magic Dragon in fact sounds nothing like the Brady Bunch theme song. Here I Am, Lord does sound remarkably like the Brady Bunch theme song, which is why I dislike it.

The reason I hate Puff, the Magic Dragon, besides the fact that it gets stuck in your head faster than a speeding bullet (don't actually think about speeding bullets getting stuck in your head), is that it caused me great embarassment in 5th grade. Being the good student I was, I agreed to sing it in front of the school at an assembly because several other girls agreed to do it too. As you may imagine, they dropped out like flies and I was one of only 3 left doing it. All I remember is half-heartedly singing while staring at the Exit sign over my left shoulder the entire time. It was horrible.

The funny thing is, I don't think I got made fun of or anything. I was just personally embarassed. Probably because I thought it was a stupid song, also the whole shyness factor. Also, did you ever watch the movie that has that song in it? I don't think I liked that either.

I did not like those spring rolls.

Website of the day: non-PC Brady site

I feel like maybe I've been lacking in social interaction recently because I haven't had anything to blog about. I still don't, but I'm tired of looking at my last post. I thought today was beautiful. I love overcast days when it's not pouring rain, probably because they're so rare at home. I've become so acclimated to St. Louis that I forget I actually enjoy rainy days. It's just that there are SOOOO many more to love.

Yeah... that's it. I'm going to go make some dinner. Mmmm.

Website of the day: my dinner

Well, it was a good season. Uncle Joe's over-confident, yet somewhat talented volleyball team lost tonight to the most smelly armpits ever. But we did have fun, and that's what we losers always tell ourselves really matters.

My best friend's little sister turned 18 today, and somehow that makes me feel old. I think it's just that I knew her before she even started kindergarten and now she'll be starting college. Anyway, happy birthday, Marjorie.

I don't have much to say.

Oh, but CONGRATULATIONS HOPIE ON FINISHING YOUR VORTEX OF DESIRE!!!

No website of the day.

What happened to my comments? If anyone knows how to help me get them back, let me know.

Do St. Louis schools get St. Patrick's Day off? I saw so many kids around Turtle Park and elsewhere. Maybe they just have kick-ass parents.

I don't get annoyed easily (at least, I don't think I do), but there's this girl in my class who tests my tolerance. She only raises her hand sometimes, she usually doesn't have very smart things to say, and she plays with her hair all the time (which I first noticed when I sat behind her the first day and her hair landed on my desk). Plus, I think she was sick yesterday because she blew (blowed?) her nose a lot. And I hate when people blow their nose and then look at their boogers. I guess they're just making sure nothing funny-colored comes out, but geez it's gross.

My mom sent me flowers for St. Patrick's Day and they are beautiful! You should come over and see them before they die. Which could be sooner than I would like since Missouri apparently doesn't get sunshine this time of year. So happy St. Patrick's Day!

Website of the day: now that's talent

You know, when I left for Spring Break I felt sort of bad because I didn't think I really deserved or needed a break. I have one class, plenty of time to sleep and read and watch tv, so this whole semester has sort of been a break.
Somehow, though, when we went out on the beach our first afternoon in Florida, I let myself sink into my beach towel, feel the sun on my back, listen to the waves, and I realized that I did need a break. Another funny thing about the beach... I have never felt landlocked living in St. Louis (or Arizona, for that matter), but I did when I had an ocean right in front of me.
So, as you can probably tell, I had an awesome break. We laughed, tanned, talked, cooked together, drove around in Tweety, and had an all-around good time in each other's company. Thanks Susan, Hopie, and Mer for a great Vero Beach experience!
And now it's back to the grind. If you can call it a grind. I do have things I need to sort out; it's not like I do absolutely nothing with my time. Close, but not completely. Despite being less busy than ever before, I think this semester is going faster than any other. Maybe it has to do with that graduation date looming in the VERY near future. Yikes!

Anyway, I'm happy to be back and excited to see all of you soon!

Website of the day: Susan hot

I'm leaving for Florida at 6 in the morning. I'll do my best to have a good time. :) Catch ya next week. Be safe, everyone.

Website of the week: beachy goodness

Ahhh... so many blogging possibilities for today.

Ann Coulter? Hmmm, no I don't think I'll say anything about that.

Oh, I know! Carrie got into U of A med school! Congratulations, Carrie, and say hello to Arizona for me... every day.

And finally, thanks to Eve for bringing this hilarity to my attention. Be sure to click on the Slide Show: Bob

Ok, so it was for class. The assignment was to listen to 7 different "pop" songs and "discuss how the lyrics relate to the music" for one of them. So "Lose Yourself" was one of the songs. I figured it would be easy because I knew I could find the lyrics on-line. I made up some stuff about building intensity and... well, you know, some other second-semester-senior b.s.

Website of the day: It's really not a bad song

I've listened to "Lose Yourself," by Eminem, at least 15 times today. Help.

I hate the expression "boy toy." How did this phrase come about? It makes me cringe when people actually use it seriously. First of all, it seems like a problem if someone treats anyone in their life like a toy. It implies that the "boy toy" is fun to play with but not of much consequence otherwise. And even if that's true, it's an overly simple way to describe a relationship that's probably a lot more complex. I also don't like it because of the rhyming. If it didn't rhyme, I doubt people would say it. "Boy object of affection?" "Boy plaything?" I don't think so.

Website of the day: real toys

Tonight at church, someone farted really loud and really long during the Lord's Prayer. Eve and I contained ourselves very well, but I heard her randomly laughing throughout the rest of the service. Right after the prayer, we gave each other a look and I said "yikes," which I don't think helped the laughter-containment. Ahhh... gotta love the humor of bodily function.

Website of the day: Forgive us our trespasses