If the shoe fits.

This should be on the other shoe, but no one reads that anyway. I made Alyson do it, and now I have to follow suit. I'd like to have alot of people do this, but since I only know Amanda and Aly on this thing, it's all up to Amanda.

Leave me a comment and I will respond to the following for you, about you.

1. I’ll respond with a random thought I have about you.
2. I’ll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I’ll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I’ll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or so we think.)
5. I’ll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I’ll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I’ll ask you something that I’ve always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog

The other side of the quad.

Today was a typical Wednesday. Thankfully this is the last day of the week that requires waking up at 5:30 a.m. My students were none too happy with me today. Apparently they don't want to have to do any work in this Learning Community. It's a scavenger hunt. It will take you 20 minutes. Do it. Once again I ask, "Was I really 18 at one time?"

Today was the best lunch I've had in a while. I purchased this weird sandwich at the French Cafe (I'm using the term "cafe" loosely) and met Krystal and Brett outside for a spring time picnic out in the quad. During our lunch, I made a comment about Krystal's phone and that I think a friend of mine has one similar to it. I also mentioned that he put his in his mouth one day (while we were on the phone with each other) and said that it sounded like I was in his head. Of course, Krystal had to try:



Step One: Insert your phone at an angle.



Step Two: Place the phone horizontally in your mouth.

I didn't act quick enough to catch Step Three: Spit the phone back out before everyone on campus sees you performing either step. Brett actually put his phone in his mouth too, but the camera was not in reaching distance to catch the "phone in mouth" craze. I love my friends! Mwaaa!



Long live picnic day and posing like retards. Notice the lovely color of Miss Krystal's shirt: According to http://www.anti-squirrel.com/index.html, squirrels are afraid of Milano Red. Believe it or not, this was the first outdoor lunch I've had where I was not approached by a squirrel. Good looking out anti-squirrel.com.

Thank you Nina Simone

These lyrics have been running through my head most of the night:

"Birds flying high, you know how I feel. Sun in the sky, you know how I feel. Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me and I'm feeling good."

I've also had Maroon 5's "Secret" in my head all day today. I can't get enough of that damn song. It's like crack for the ears. I can literally listen to this song over and over again! Hmmm. Good stuff. It really amazes me how you can live out certain scenario's through music. All good of course. Yippee!

I forgot to take a moment to congratulate Alyson on her garage sale and possible purchase of a new or gently used bike. You're my hero girl! Go show those boys what's up! :) Call me later and we'll make plans for when I come down!

Welcome to my world.

This blog is about my extremely dull day:

Today was one big hassle. To start, I woke up 15 minutes before I had to leave the house for school. Needless to say, I missed my first peer mentoring class (it's at 7:30 a.m.), but was too early for my official first class of the day (at 9:00 a.m.). I spent the hour chugging my nonfat latte, eating a breakfast bar, listening to my i-pod and writing in my journal (for the things I feel uncomfortable blogging about). The River Front Market was sooooo quiet this morning. Had it not been for my i-pod I would have fallen asleep. In any event I make it to my first class, Images of America, and realized that I did not do my reading for the day on Mary Rowlandson. I think my initial reaction was F@*#! It turns out that we spent so much time analyzing the Europeans influence and destruction on/of Native Americans that we never made it to the autobiography. Thank God!

At 10:00 I have absolutely nothing to do except run errands throughout the campus. Which leads me to my 11:00 class - Coms Research Methods (aka Statistics for Comms majors). We never make it through the agenda for that class because this 40 year old woman who is in the course asks the same questions over and over again. If you want to see 130 college students get angry, throw in a non-traditional student who wants everything explained 10 different ways with 10 different examples. We are never going to make it through all of the subject matter before the final.

By noon I am starving and still have a plethora of errands to run. It is a blessing to have a mail shop that offers fax service at school. I had to pay $4 to fax 3 sheets, but it's worth it to get it all done in one place.

I have the rest of the day to plan for Mentor meetings, study groups and outings (if I can ever get the professors involved). I had planned on going back to the school to swim, but I don't feel like driving all the way back over the causeway to do laps. I'll save that for Wednesday. See, I'm doing the swimming thing for 2 reasons: 1. I am training to swim at least 500 yards continuously and 2. Swimming is a complete body toner and cardio in one. Yippee! I love hitting 2 birds with one stone! (Not literally, I am a friend to the animals ... Unless they piss in my garage and eat through cords. Then all bets are off.)

Just.

My last blog was about time. I honestly can't wait for the time to go by. I can't type the reason why in my blog, but those of you who know me know why. This must be the most hideous semester yet. I'm not really into any of my courses and I can't seem to make myself stay focused on the task at hand. My heart isn't in this, it is somewhere else completely. Yes, it may sound ridiculous to say that you need your heart in matters of education, but for me, my education is something I really care about. I just need December to be here, after that I will be fine. I know where I need to be, I just need to get there.

Let me introduce Taco. Taco showed up on my doorstep last weekend and successfully made me hate him and any dog of his kind.



Taco managed to end up at the house at around 11:00 on Sunday night without a collar. So Taco stayed in the garage for the evening (it's a "he" by the way and we weren't too sure of the interactions he and Zoe would have). The next morning Taco managed to have peed on everything in the garage and as an extra added bonus he chewed through the wires connecting the garage door with the sensors. So the garage refused to function normally. This is the thanks you get for helping out an animal in need. Grrrr.

More adventures to come ... keep up with the comments! I love them!

You are here. No! Over there.

It's funny when you look at your life and wonder where all of the time went. I've been reflecting over the past view days. Mostly I've been doing this in between classes, but there are the few occasions where I have been caught doing this at home. Life is a tricky tricky thing. Most of the time we are busy making decisions only to wonder if they were the right decisions to make in the first place. Why do we second guess ourselves? I know I don't do it often, but when I do it leaves me feeling unsure of myself. The worst is when you realize why you second guessed yourself, especially when it seems too late to do anything about it.


On to other matters: Red Eye a review. This movie wasn't as bad as I thought it might be (the only Wes Craven film I have enjoyed was "The People Under the Stairs" and I was so young when I saw it that I could hate it now). Rachel McAdams is pretty convincing as Lisa, but I have decided that I do not care for Cillian Murphy. He just creeps me out. Yes, he is epycre (pronounced "eepy cray). Cillian must be a horrible person in real life because he plays one so well. The movie is a little predictable, but if you are in the mood for a moderate thriller then go catch this flick.

In any event, this week has been rather hectic. The first week of school is always trying. There is so much to accomplish: Finding your classes, purchasing books, deciding if the professor is a complete dick, figuring out when you have time to eat . . . Yes, the first week (or two) can often be a big, fat pain in the ass. I don't think that having class from 9 am to 6:30 pm on Friday was a wise move on my part, but the class looks like so much fun! Let's hope that it actually is as entertaining as I envision it to be. I think what made this week so difficult was trying to help 50 freshmen who don't want my help. This peer mentoring thing may be the second (possibly third) worst mistake I've made in my 26 years on this earth. I don't know how I thought I would be able to educate a bunch of 18 year olds about college when I am still learning as well. Oh God, and there is this one boy who has a crush on me and is very blatant about it! I'm a little worried about the meeting I have to have with him. Oh, yes how could I forget, I made a complete ass out of myself this past Wednesday. When am I going to learn that I am not cool and should not try to act as though I am! Thank God I wasn't wearing my glasses! It could have been so much worse. The best part of the week was in the parking structure (only true friends will understand this). I was approaching Parking Structure 1 when I heard a very loud car alarm go off. This is what went on in my head: "Helloooooo. I'm a caaar. Gasoline makes me run. Back seat. Trunk space. Helloooooo. Let's go for a riiiiide. Oil is my blood. Seat belts. Radio knobs." Damn that Dane Cook! He IS a silly bastard!