Spring break has Sprung
The break, as I tell everyone who asks, was not long enough. One week off after an entire quarter just isn't enough time for my brain to rest. I think it took a couple of days just to be able to speak in complete sentences. But other than that, I had a great time in Louisville. I sort of just picked up where winter break ended.
So, here I am on my second day of my new class schedule, trying to waste time in between classes, since I do not have any reading yet. My history class was cancelled yesterday, which made my 9:00 class this morning my first class of the quarter. It just happens to be Indonesian Puppet Theatre- yes, you heard me right! We are required to play with the puppets, drink tea and eat snacks within the first 10-20 minutes of every class meeting. While there will be a couple of short papers due, we will also have to put on two performances for grades. The performance is basically like playing with dolls (as I did as a child) but in front of people. You have to use different voices for the puppets and everything!
Only me
Last night was Margarita Monday. So what happens when I pull my "4 cards of life" out of my pocket? 3 slide down the side of the booth. Yes, between the booth that's bolted to the floor and the brick wall. Luckily my debit card wasn't one of them. I tell our waitress, who pulls the seat part out and that's when most of the employees come over to witness my dumb-ass move. In the end, my license and key card was lost to the world between the booth and wall. On the other hand, I had to get a new license this week anyway because my old one was about to expire.
One million pieces
I have caused heart ache. Even though I was very clear of my intentions, somehow he thought there was a chance at something more. I don't know how to feel about this turn of events. Was it revenge? Certainly, I like to think that I'm not that kind of person. It wasn't sweet. It was not even bitter sweet. I am not indifferent and yet I feel that I am almost without emotion. Perhaps it is guilt that I feel, but would that not imply that I did something wrong? I laid it all out there. No surprises; nothing went unsaid that should have been. It's like there was a battle between my intentions and my subconscious- both, I believe, had a different agenda.
Fun little game
Open iTunes, Winamp or Windows Media Player to answer the following. Go to your library. Answer, no matter how embarrassing it is!!Total songs- 2634Sort by song-First Song: # 1 Crush- GarbageLast Song: Zuma Sunset- Blue StingraysSort by time- Shortest song: Have you written anything lately- Adam Sandler & Dre Berrymore from the Wedding Singer (27 sec.)Longest Song: All I want is You- U2 (9:51)Sort by artist-First Artist: The 5.6.7.8'sLast Artist: N/ASort by album-First Album: 16 Greatest Hits- Johnny CashLast Album: Yo! Mtv Raps!Do The Shuffle! Shuffle your library and list the first ten songs. No padding your playlist you hipster, you. Be honest!!1.) You and Me Song- The Wannadies2.) Down By The Seaside- Led Zeppelin3.) Fu-Gee-La- The Fugees4.) Christopher Columbus- Benny Goodman5.) Soma- The Strokes6.) Bring Tha Ruckus- Wu Tang7.) Jump (For My Love)- The Pointer Sisters8.) Recovery- New Buffalo9.) Jacqueline- Franz Ferdinand10.) As the World Falls Down- David Bowie (form the Labyrinth soundtrack)
Students Give Themselves 20 out of 20 Points
ATHENS, OH. An anthropology professor seems surprised to find that the students of his 101 class are giving themselves the highest possible score on their self evaluations of their performance in his class. These 20 points actually add into their final grade. "I just thought they would be more honest. Even the kids that got mediocre grades on exams are giving themselves 20 points."
The Results Are In
I did not get a good grade on my Thai spoken exam. It is likely that I will get a C in the class. Once I found this out- I can't lie- I freaked a little (though, it was a pretty justified freaking for my Grad program has an odd thing were you have to maintain a 3.0 but at the same time if you get more than one C, you can be kicked out). Yikes, right!? So, I figured I better go talk to the director of my program to find out if I'll be placed on double secret probation or something to that effect. Well, as it turns out, this is not a big deal. He just kinda look at me like, "why are you worried about this, you have received all A's, your GPA is not going to go down that much". Then he told me to go to Thailand this summer (I like the way he thinks). The best part about today is that I found out that my program is going to offer me more scholarship money next year!! My big $200 a month will become a whopping $600! Woooo whoooo! What a load off my mind.
Thunder, lighting, the way you love me is frighting
Is there anything better than sleeping during a thunderstorm? The rain hits the window. The wind plays with the screen to create those scary movie sounds. Things tremble when it thunders. Lighting randomly brightens the room. I think this was the first thunderstorm of 2006- yay!
Social Experiment
So I'm trying to be friends with an ex (not the Rockstar, I'd like to think we can be friends). Last night we went out drinking and watched some college basketball (I'm about 50/50 with my teams winning so far). Anyway, I have no make-up on, I'm wearing my glasses because of the whole eye-lid being swollen thing (luckily it is not as bad as before) and a fleece pullover- lets just say I didn't whore it up as much as I might when going out on a usual Friday night. We go to about 3 bars and in the last one, while he is gone to the bathroom, I get hit on and some guy buys me a beer to which I accept, cause, hey, free beer! Well the ex come back at this time and pulls the macho-she's-with-me kind of thing. This of course pisses me off- it's only right for me to flirt with the guy who bought me a beer for that was the point of the beer buying, so I feel like a jerk because it looks like I'm that chick who came to the bar with a boyfriend and flirts with other dudes. Besides it's not like the guy would have stuck around once he got a good look at the Quasi-Modo eye anyway. Apparently its okay for the ex to get hit on, but not me. We talk about it, he apologizes and goes to buy himself a beer (let me just add here that I have made it very clear about how I feel about him). So what happens while he's at the bar? Some other guy starts talking to me and he pulls a semi-macho thing when he gets back.
Things I learned about this social experience:
a) As long as no other guy seems interested in me, my ex can be friends with me.
b) If you are at a bar late enough at night even girls with glasses and puffy eyes will get hit on.
Everything is coming up yellow
After I was sick here a couple of weeks ago I decided that maybe I should start taking some kind of daily multi-vitamin. My mom picked one out- some sort of kind made just for chicks- and I have been taking it
almost everyday (which is pretty good for me). But it turns my pee into this bright neon yellow. Even worse, let's say I forget to flush (don't act like you don't do that sometimes!), it will actually stain my toilet!
Oh, and when I woke up today, my eye (actually it's my left this time and not the right) is swollen. Not swollen shut this time, I think (and hope) that its just a regular sty. Which makes me wonder. It appears that ever since I went to the eye doctor in August and he gave me a new kind of contacts (same brand, but different somehow) my eyes have been going through weird shit. Who knows? I just hope it goes away.
The Great Weekend that ended...with an Exam!
Just for the record I had a super duper birthday weekend! Lots of drinking was had and my friends, T and E came up from Louisville for the joint b-day party I had with a girl (R) in my program, whose b-day is also March 6th, which had an 80's dress theme. And let me just say that my friends and I brought it! Only R had a better outfit. Plus I met a boy- but as always he is from another state and is just here visiting a friend for the week. I seriously believe that I have some 6th sense for meeting guys that do not live around me. (We had lunch today, by the way.) Then for my actual birthday (Monday) I had class and studying to do, but R and I did manage to get together (she needed a break from paper writing) to meet for one drink to celebrate to coolest day, ever. Then I came home, studied for the dreaded Thai spoken exam, and went to sleep at about 9pm. Then woke up around 1am, studied for another hour and went back to bed.
So today was the test...let's just say that my eyes welled up with tears and I tried my hardest not to cry. After having studied more than I ever have for any exam before- I went blank. I seriously saw whiteness in my head as I searched for the correct Thai words. I cried a little on my walk home. Yes, boys and girls, you can't learn a language in two weeks- I tried, it just doesn't work. Oops.
Freak Out!
I have a spoken Thai language exam this Tuesday and I'm totally stressing over it. To make matters worse my $10 tape player broke and almost ate my study tape, though thankfully it didn't! I told my room mate to only speak in Thai around the place all weekend. The best part is that they have to bring in an outside evaluator to give the exam! Yikes! I don't think bringing in brownies will make him give me a better grade- like it does with my regular teacher. Luckily my teacher has given us a really comprehensive study guide apparently it looks bad on her if we all fail. eeek!
