I am sort of going to miss this tumbler. It gives me something to do when I am procrastinating. I am currently sitting in the library debating on whether to work on my papers, and I thought, why not just tumble instead? I think even though it feels like a chore sometimes, I might even keep up with it after the class is over. I think it will be good to get some thoughts out, even if they are just mindless thoughts. It’s almost exam week and that is awesome…
Over Thanksgiving break I was hit by a car. When I tell people that a part of me kind of wants to laugh. Who gets hit by a car? Either way I got off okay. Just nine staples in the back of my head, some serious teeth problems and some serious brusising. I figure it sucks but at least I don’t have brain damage and at least I’m alive. I spent Thanksgiving in the hospital which I was salty about. Why couldn’t I have gotten hit after I ate?
11/12/07
Today I had to go to the dentist. It was horrendous, really terribly awful. I had two cavities to get filled, due to my extreme sugar intake. The dentist was drilling my teeth and all of a sudden a massive pain shot up my nerve to my head. My whole body became covered in goosebumps and my heart started pounding a mile a minute. I could only think of how cool it was that a pain in my mouth could trigger a physical reaction from the rest of my body. It was very painful though.
Everyday i tell myself I am going to wake up and go to breakfast. For all of you late risers, breakfast is the best meal in the dining hall! unfortunately for me my body never musters up enough energy to get out of bed. Booo.
I just finished a great book called The Black Marble by Joseph Wambaugh. Whoever reads this post you should really consider reading it, I loved it.
My momma came this weekend. We really had quite a nice time. The last time she came, my grammy, aunt, and little sister came with her, and it was really stressful. But this time it was just her and I, and there was no stress at all. There was no set agenda, we just enjoyed each others company. I got a little homesick once she left, but I guess it’s okay. I mean, I will see her in a couple of weeks. The Lincoln Park Zoo is off the heezy.
When is it officially inappropriate to go trick-or-treating? I told my mom the other day I wanted to go out to the Chicago suburbs and go trick or treating and she didn’t respond well. She told me that would be totally inappropriate and that people will shoo me away because I am much too old to be dressing up collecting candy like I did when I was a kid. I really don’t see what the big deal is. First of all, with a mask over my head no one will really know how old I am. I could just be a really tall fifth grader. Secondly, why not recapture all of the childhood memories of running through the neighborhoods waiting eagerly at peoples doors to see what treat is in store for me. Thirdly, I don’t know when everyone got so uptight. When I’m 50 years old I hope I can give out candy to sugar hungry college kids who are sick and tired of dorm food and give them a much needed a sugar high.
10/22/07
I think I may have dislodged a vertabrae. My back is killing me and I cannot move or breathe without it hurting. Needless to say, it sucks.
So I am in a dilemma because everyone has a Halloween costume but me. The faster Halloween approaches, the less sure I am about what to be. I wanted to be a power ranger but then I realized that is kind of lame, and I would proably be the only person to think it was entertaining.
I hope this is long enough. I am nervous to get my rough draft back tomorrow. Mr. Vorhes, give me an A.
My friend came this last weekend. I think she had a good time but I don’t know, it was different. I guess maybe I was just trying too hard to make sure she was entertained the whole time. I guess things just change after awhile. I just think I am trying to keep things the same when change is inevitable. How can I expect everyone to stay the same? Things change and people grow apart. I guess that’s okay. I still love them all no matter where we go or no matter how far apart we grow.
I am in a sappy mood.
10/12/07
So I was sitting in Anthropology today and realized how similar we are to apes. I’ve always known that but I guess I just didn’t realize how much we are really genetically identical. It freaked me out.
I have recurring dreams that a slice of pizza is chasing me down the street. I keep trying to figure out why I am having this dream over and over— I think maybe it’s because I’m on a sort of diet and haven’t gotten pizza in awhile. I love pizza more than any food ever so I think it’s my cravings manifest in my dreams.
I have every episode of the wonder years ever made. Now, one might think this is a great gift but NOOO I have been blowing off reading for weeks to watch it. I think I will have to break them in two, or I may fail out all just to watch some brillow headed boy.
My roommate got another tattoo last night. That makes it four total, and a tongue piercing. I am surprised, everyone from high school is reinventing themselves(getting new haircuts, piercings, tattoos). I could never do that-my parents would literally scrape off a tattoo.
For some reason I always think it is still 2005 everytime I am typing/writing a date. Anyhow, when I do these things I usually want to try and write something thought provoking or to make myself look, I don’t know, more interesting I guess in case someone were to actually read them. I have decided that is a bad approach because it won’t actually be me talking or thinking and no word will be right. So I am just going to start writing whatever I am thinking.
Tomorrow I have a huge presentation for my International Studies class. I hate-hate-hate public speaking, and I can’t get over it. My hand shakes, my voice cracks, my mind goes blank, and I run out of breath in about 5 seconds. I am so nervous I can’t sleep or think about anything else. I don’t want to blow it for the whole group because of my psycho-ness. I heard if you put a paperclip on your index finger it calms your nerves during a presentation, so I guess I will try that. I am truly dreading it. I will have to tell you how it goes.
P.S. - I miss my dog.
