From a superbowl etrade commercial 2 superbowls ago.
Well that's all I can think of doing. Time to turn my attention back to Be The Creature with the Kratt Brothers. Love those guys.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Long time no post
So I have realized that i have not posted in a really long time. I'm not sure what to talk about, to be honest. So I shall post pictures that I find relevant within my saved pictures on my laptop.
Saw this on google. Made me lol.
Cute dinosaur. self-explanatory.
Well that's all I can think of doing. Time to turn my attention back to Be The Creature with the Kratt Brothers. Love those guys.
Well that's all I can think of doing. Time to turn my attention back to Be The Creature with the Kratt Brothers. Love those guys.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Alone in Bohm
I lay in my bed typing a new post in my new room in Bohm Hall. As a part of May Session and Summer Housing, student life pushes everyone together into one dorm. I perosnally don't like it, but it's whatever. I'm supposed to have a roommate, but she hasn't shown up yet. I'm thankful for that. I really don't feel like interacting with her.
Things are changing here. Nothing too drastic, but I can feel it. Graduation was yesterday, and I watched my senior friends walk across the stage getting their BAs and BSs and the like. I'm proud of them, but I'm going to miss them a lot.
It's empty on campus. Almost everyone has moved out or gone home for the summer. But I'm still here. Flying out to ROME TOMORROW! woop woop. Legit can't wait, not sure if i'll sleep. Gahhh.
That's all i really have to say. The writing juices aren't flowing. So instead i shall post a story that me and a friend of mine wrote during finals week. It has no title, so enjoy!
It was dawn. I woke up with the realization that I lost something very important. Seeing as how I was not going to remember any time soon, I rolled over to check the time. It is 6:30 in the morning. Why the hell am I up this early? I am tired, I can not speak. I roll over to try get more sleep but there is a strange man in my bed with me that I do not recognize. His face is turned away from me and I can hardly take a glance without waking him up because that will rock the bed. I have no idea who he is. I try to remember what happened last night. I probably shouldn’t have drunk three long island ice-teas. All I remember is blackness. As far as I know, last night did not exist in my memory and yet, there is this man in my bed. Who his he? Why are we naked? What did we do last night?
finals week. nuff said.
I roll back over lost in my own thoughts. I am tired, groggy, I need Starbucks. But mostly, I am sweaty and need to take a shower. I get out of bed as swiftly as I can not to wake this strange man and move over to my bathroom. Just as I get the hot water running I hear movement in my room: the man is awake. I can hear him moving about the room; putting his pants back on. Once I decided that he is clothed enough I walk out to see who this man is. I got the surprise of my life.
“Good morning” he says.
“Good morning” I say back, “do you realize you are my gym teacher from high school?”
“Yes I do.” He responded “I saw you last night at the club. You insisted on catching up even though you were drunk off of your ass. I decided to take you home because I wanted you to be safe, but you were getting pretty frisky.”
I looked at him with confusion. “Did we?”
“We did” he said. “It’s a safe you aren’t still in high school because I would have given you an A.”
I froze in horror. I had always fantasized about this in high school, but now that it actually happened, I feel violated. I don’t remember what happen, I don’t even remember if I consented to this. The memories are starting to come back.
“Oh my God” I said.
“Maybe I should go,” he replies.
“It would probably be best.”
He walked out of the room. I couldn’t look at him. As soon as I was sure that he was gone, hearing the door shut behind him I collapse back on my bed, lost in thought. Why did this happen now? How am I supposed to react to this? What would my parents think? Why would this happen when I am in a committed relationship with Bethany? I can’t think about this now, I have a killer hangover. I have to get to my internship. I see these situations occur all the time at my internship: The Maury Show. In fact it is borderline normal. But the fact that it’s happening in my own life is too surreal.
I sluggishly pull on my work pants. I fish around in my closet for a clean shirt to wear. It’s just at the moment that I still haven’t taken a shower, it’ll have to wait. I finally find something clean to wear, throw it on and try to get my life together. I grab my keys and my purse and I am out the door. My mind still spinning about the night that I can’t remember.
I won’t waste your time talking about my day. It’s just like any other day working at the Maury Show. People are going crazy, yelling at each other, the usual. I couldn’t wait to get home today.
I open the door to my apartment and walk over to my phone to check my messages. There is a message on the machine. I hit the answering machine button and this is what I heard.
“Hey, Jane it’s Robert, uh.. I mean uh.. I guess you know me as Mr. Ferguson. I think we need to talk about last night, so give me a call maybe we could get coffee something, I think we need to clear the air. Call me back when you get this message.”
I press delete. I don’t know what I am going to say to him.
“What was that?”
I froze. Bethany was home.
“Bethany, what are you doing home so early?”
“Cut the crap Jane. Who the hell is Robert Mr. Ferguson!?”
“Oh, he’s just my gym teacher from high school” I say. “Nothing to worry about.”
Bethany gave me one of the stoniest faced looks I have ever seen on anyone before. She said “Nothing to worry about my ass! You’ve told me about the little fantasies you had about him when you were in high school. You did something with him!”
I stare right back at her, trying so hard not to look like I am lying. “God Bethany. Don’t be so paranoid. Nothing happened.”
“Bullshit!” said Bethany. “Since the day I turned you I always had my suspicions that you would cheat on me, but I didn’t think you sink this low.”
“I thought you turned me!” I yelled.
Bethany froze with a look of horror on her face.
“I’m sorry, I told her. The past 6 months with you have been some of the best months of my life. I’m sorry to string you along, but I still like men!”
Bethany was speechless. I had never seen her speechless. She walked out the door. I never saw her again.
I go over to the phone. I punch in the number. It rings 3 times before someone answers.
“Hey,” I say once they pick up. “Can we meet up?”
A couple of hours later I am waiting in a crowded Starbucks with two caramel cappuccinos’ in hand. Finally I see him enter. He walks over to me.
“hey!” he says “I’m glad we met up.”
“Hello Robert,” I say. Then I jump across the table and we start to do it in front of everyone in Starbucks.
Things are changing here. Nothing too drastic, but I can feel it. Graduation was yesterday, and I watched my senior friends walk across the stage getting their BAs and BSs and the like. I'm proud of them, but I'm going to miss them a lot.
It's empty on campus. Almost everyone has moved out or gone home for the summer. But I'm still here. Flying out to ROME TOMORROW! woop woop. Legit can't wait, not sure if i'll sleep. Gahhh.
That's all i really have to say. The writing juices aren't flowing. So instead i shall post a story that me and a friend of mine wrote during finals week. It has no title, so enjoy!
It was dawn. I woke up with the realization that I lost something very important. Seeing as how I was not going to remember any time soon, I rolled over to check the time. It is 6:30 in the morning. Why the hell am I up this early? I am tired, I can not speak. I roll over to try get more sleep but there is a strange man in my bed with me that I do not recognize. His face is turned away from me and I can hardly take a glance without waking him up because that will rock the bed. I have no idea who he is. I try to remember what happened last night. I probably shouldn’t have drunk three long island ice-teas. All I remember is blackness. As far as I know, last night did not exist in my memory and yet, there is this man in my bed. Who his he? Why are we naked? What did we do last night?
finals week. nuff said.
I roll back over lost in my own thoughts. I am tired, groggy, I need Starbucks. But mostly, I am sweaty and need to take a shower. I get out of bed as swiftly as I can not to wake this strange man and move over to my bathroom. Just as I get the hot water running I hear movement in my room: the man is awake. I can hear him moving about the room; putting his pants back on. Once I decided that he is clothed enough I walk out to see who this man is. I got the surprise of my life.
“Good morning” he says.
“Good morning” I say back, “do you realize you are my gym teacher from high school?”
“Yes I do.” He responded “I saw you last night at the club. You insisted on catching up even though you were drunk off of your ass. I decided to take you home because I wanted you to be safe, but you were getting pretty frisky.”
I looked at him with confusion. “Did we?”
“We did” he said. “It’s a safe you aren’t still in high school because I would have given you an A.”
I froze in horror. I had always fantasized about this in high school, but now that it actually happened, I feel violated. I don’t remember what happen, I don’t even remember if I consented to this. The memories are starting to come back.
“Oh my God” I said.
“Maybe I should go,” he replies.
“It would probably be best.”
He walked out of the room. I couldn’t look at him. As soon as I was sure that he was gone, hearing the door shut behind him I collapse back on my bed, lost in thought. Why did this happen now? How am I supposed to react to this? What would my parents think? Why would this happen when I am in a committed relationship with Bethany? I can’t think about this now, I have a killer hangover. I have to get to my internship. I see these situations occur all the time at my internship: The Maury Show. In fact it is borderline normal. But the fact that it’s happening in my own life is too surreal.
I sluggishly pull on my work pants. I fish around in my closet for a clean shirt to wear. It’s just at the moment that I still haven’t taken a shower, it’ll have to wait. I finally find something clean to wear, throw it on and try to get my life together. I grab my keys and my purse and I am out the door. My mind still spinning about the night that I can’t remember.
I won’t waste your time talking about my day. It’s just like any other day working at the Maury Show. People are going crazy, yelling at each other, the usual. I couldn’t wait to get home today.
I open the door to my apartment and walk over to my phone to check my messages. There is a message on the machine. I hit the answering machine button and this is what I heard.
“Hey, Jane it’s Robert, uh.. I mean uh.. I guess you know me as Mr. Ferguson. I think we need to talk about last night, so give me a call maybe we could get coffee something, I think we need to clear the air. Call me back when you get this message.”
I press delete. I don’t know what I am going to say to him.
“What was that?”
I froze. Bethany was home.
“Bethany, what are you doing home so early?”
“Cut the crap Jane. Who the hell is Robert Mr. Ferguson!?”
“Oh, he’s just my gym teacher from high school” I say. “Nothing to worry about.”
Bethany gave me one of the stoniest faced looks I have ever seen on anyone before. She said “Nothing to worry about my ass! You’ve told me about the little fantasies you had about him when you were in high school. You did something with him!”
I stare right back at her, trying so hard not to look like I am lying. “God Bethany. Don’t be so paranoid. Nothing happened.”
“Bullshit!” said Bethany. “Since the day I turned you I always had my suspicions that you would cheat on me, but I didn’t think you sink this low.”
“I thought you turned me!” I yelled.
Bethany froze with a look of horror on her face.
“I’m sorry, I told her. The past 6 months with you have been some of the best months of my life. I’m sorry to string you along, but I still like men!”
Bethany was speechless. I had never seen her speechless. She walked out the door. I never saw her again.
I go over to the phone. I punch in the number. It rings 3 times before someone answers.
“Hey,” I say once they pick up. “Can we meet up?”
A couple of hours later I am waiting in a crowded Starbucks with two caramel cappuccinos’ in hand. Finally I see him enter. He walks over to me.
“hey!” he says “I’m glad we met up.”
“Hello Robert,” I say. Then I jump across the table and we start to do it in front of everyone in Starbucks.
Monday, April 9, 2012
slept in, up late, new post.
I hate the effect of sleeping in making you not able to sleep at a reasonable hour. At least tomorrow isn't my early day.
I'm sitting on my bed with my bed lamp on. My giant headphones sit upon my head, but nothing plays through them. However, it maintains the illusion that I can't hear what's going on, which comes in handy when my roommate is actually awake. I can hear movement upstairs, and it makes me wonder which one of the boys are awake upstairs. Either way, they have no way of knowing that I am awake down here, unless they saw my latest facebook post indicating that I AM AWAKE.
Easter Break has come and gone. Seeing that I go to a LCMS (Lutheran Church Missouri Synod) college, (despite the fact that I am ELCA Lutheran), we can actually call it Easter Break instead of trying to make it neutral for the Jewish holidays. Not that I mind being politically correct, but sometimes it's just easier to say Easter Break rather than Easter/Passover break. Anyway, what was supposed to be a break didn't feel like a break. Everytime I'm home I feel like I do more work than necessary. However, I appreciate the fact that my mom enforced the "Let Emily sleep in" plan this morning. Definitely needed it, even though I'm paying for it now.
Slowly but surely this school year is coming to a close. Then i will have complete 2 years of college. God, that makes me feel old. My brother recently commited to a school himself recently. Made me feel even older. College ages you in ways you never thought of. For example, no matter how many times I bitches about exhausting my brain's capacity in high school, it did not compare to how I feel most of the time learning at college. I'm mentally drained on a regular basis. It doesn't help that this semester I see the same teachers for multiple classes. It makes me get sick of them faster, therefore I mentally check out earlier in the semester. Meanwhile I have 2 HUGE papers to write, a final project to think about, finals, and a trip to Rome to prepare for. It's not a good time to check out.
I'm just trying not to completely overwhelm myself, but I gotta say, it's not working so well. Budgeting my time is going to get harder, especially since I seem to live in a house full of volleyball-paying nazis who insist upon having you play with them, despite how much work you have to get done. I like these people, but seriously, how much volleyball can a person take? I'm starting to become unhinged, and people are starting to notice, expecially when I make comments about people who annoy us in conversation. They start to walk on eggshells a little when I mention that I have a list of people who I might actually attack or snap in half someday. But honestly, if they were on it, I wouldn't have told them about it, right? ;)
My gosh it's getting late. 9 minutes til 2 am at this point. If I put this kind on energy into writing papers one of them would probably be done right now.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I can't concentrate on school. I can't seem to focus on anything important. I wish I could play with my singing monkey and make him sing, but he'll wake up my roommate. I need my own room. I'm starting to feel some more drowsiness. But I'm not ready for tomorrow to come. I can't face it yet. No matter how many times Annie says the sun will come out tomorrow, I'll be stuck in a day that's gray and lonely. Depressing, right? That's my life these days.
Sorry for the rant, I'm trying (and failing) to tire myself out. I just realized how long this post is. Starting to look like the last Harry Potter book. Anyway, I'll leave you with a link to this Barenaked Ladies music video, cuz the song basically sums up what my brain is feeling right now.
Pinch Me
Goodnight, gremlins.
I'm sitting on my bed with my bed lamp on. My giant headphones sit upon my head, but nothing plays through them. However, it maintains the illusion that I can't hear what's going on, which comes in handy when my roommate is actually awake. I can hear movement upstairs, and it makes me wonder which one of the boys are awake upstairs. Either way, they have no way of knowing that I am awake down here, unless they saw my latest facebook post indicating that I AM AWAKE.
Easter Break has come and gone. Seeing that I go to a LCMS (Lutheran Church Missouri Synod) college, (despite the fact that I am ELCA Lutheran), we can actually call it Easter Break instead of trying to make it neutral for the Jewish holidays. Not that I mind being politically correct, but sometimes it's just easier to say Easter Break rather than Easter/Passover break. Anyway, what was supposed to be a break didn't feel like a break. Everytime I'm home I feel like I do more work than necessary. However, I appreciate the fact that my mom enforced the "Let Emily sleep in" plan this morning. Definitely needed it, even though I'm paying for it now.
Slowly but surely this school year is coming to a close. Then i will have complete 2 years of college. God, that makes me feel old. My brother recently commited to a school himself recently. Made me feel even older. College ages you in ways you never thought of. For example, no matter how many times I bitches about exhausting my brain's capacity in high school, it did not compare to how I feel most of the time learning at college. I'm mentally drained on a regular basis. It doesn't help that this semester I see the same teachers for multiple classes. It makes me get sick of them faster, therefore I mentally check out earlier in the semester. Meanwhile I have 2 HUGE papers to write, a final project to think about, finals, and a trip to Rome to prepare for. It's not a good time to check out.
I'm just trying not to completely overwhelm myself, but I gotta say, it's not working so well. Budgeting my time is going to get harder, especially since I seem to live in a house full of volleyball-paying nazis who insist upon having you play with them, despite how much work you have to get done. I like these people, but seriously, how much volleyball can a person take? I'm starting to become unhinged, and people are starting to notice, expecially when I make comments about people who annoy us in conversation. They start to walk on eggshells a little when I mention that I have a list of people who I might actually attack or snap in half someday. But honestly, if they were on it, I wouldn't have told them about it, right? ;)
My gosh it's getting late. 9 minutes til 2 am at this point. If I put this kind on energy into writing papers one of them would probably be done right now.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I can't concentrate on school. I can't seem to focus on anything important. I wish I could play with my singing monkey and make him sing, but he'll wake up my roommate. I need my own room. I'm starting to feel some more drowsiness. But I'm not ready for tomorrow to come. I can't face it yet. No matter how many times Annie says the sun will come out tomorrow, I'll be stuck in a day that's gray and lonely. Depressing, right? That's my life these days.
Sorry for the rant, I'm trying (and failing) to tire myself out. I just realized how long this post is. Starting to look like the last Harry Potter book. Anyway, I'll leave you with a link to this Barenaked Ladies music video, cuz the song basically sums up what my brain is feeling right now.
Pinch Me
Goodnight, gremlins.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Infected
Before you continue reading, look at this link to get a sense of what is going on my school.
http://www.news12.com/articleDetail.jsp?articleId=312978&position=1&news_type=news
Did you read it or watch the video or both?
This was the first of many news crews that would show up at the Cord in the past two days. It's showing how there is a massive number of people getting this stomach bug called the Noro Virus. It causes dehydration through vomiting and diarrhea and also comes with muscle aches and head aches.
And I have it.
It totally blows. I feel basically okay right now, but at 4 am this morning it struck and I vomited. I'll spare you the graphic details, but it would later happen again at 5:30 am. Initially i make the decision to not go to class today, and my friend tells me to email Health Services on campus so they know what's going on. Originally i thought it was food poisoning, but seeing as it lasted all this morning it led to the Noro answer. I would later get a call from my RC, where he went into total dad-mode on me and told me to go to health services in person. Damn. I appreciate the concern, but I really didn't want to go over there. But I did, cuz I'm looking out for my fellow residents, since I brought this plague into the house.
I get examined, which is really no big deal, so I won't bore you with those details. But it is concluded that I do in fact have this illness. I am prescribed anti-diarrhetics and 4 giant bottles of gatorade because I was insanely dehydrated to the point where I almost passed out in the exam room. The nurse practitioner was very understanding and patient, so that was a plus. That has been my day thus far.
Meanwhile, i have a paper to write and a movie to film and 4 gatorades to drink in one day. I feel like the worst should be over but I'm not so sure anymore.
http://www.news12.com/
Did you read it or watch the video or both?
This was the first of many news crews that would show up at the Cord in the past two days. It's showing how there is a massive number of people getting this stomach bug called the Noro Virus. It causes dehydration through vomiting and diarrhea and also comes with muscle aches and head aches.
And I have it.
It totally blows. I feel basically okay right now, but at 4 am this morning it struck and I vomited. I'll spare you the graphic details, but it would later happen again at 5:30 am. Initially i make the decision to not go to class today, and my friend tells me to email Health Services on campus so they know what's going on. Originally i thought it was food poisoning, but seeing as it lasted all this morning it led to the Noro answer. I would later get a call from my RC, where he went into total dad-mode on me and told me to go to health services in person. Damn. I appreciate the concern, but I really didn't want to go over there. But I did, cuz I'm looking out for my fellow residents, since I brought this plague into the house.
I get examined, which is really no big deal, so I won't bore you with those details. But it is concluded that I do in fact have this illness. I am prescribed anti-diarrhetics and 4 giant bottles of gatorade because I was insanely dehydrated to the point where I almost passed out in the exam room. The nurse practitioner was very understanding and patient, so that was a plus. That has been my day thus far.
Meanwhile, i have a paper to write and a movie to film and 4 gatorades to drink in one day. I feel like the worst should be over but I'm not so sure anymore.
Monday, March 12, 2012
i should be writing a paper
But i'm showing you this picture instead.
i feel like this explains a lot. here are a few more pictures to ponder.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
feeling slightly nostalgic
Being home from spring break leads to nights in my room listening to children's music and watching old 90s shows on youtube. I don't know why I seem to like it more now than i did back then, but it's probably because most tv has gotten so ridiculous that this looks so much better.
Anyone recognize this?
If you don't, you lived a deprived childhood in my opinion. These are the Kratt Brothers. Martin on the left, Chris on the right. They created one of the truly greatest kids show that has ever existed, called Zoboomafoo. That's the lemur in the middle's name as well. I can't tell you how many episodes I have been watching on youtube over the past couple of days. It's so cool because you are learning about animals without being bored. It's truly fantastic. (Btw the Kratts are pretty gorgeous. I hate that they have families cuz i would marry them both.)
So that's all I have to say, really. That and the theme song for Zoboomafoo is stuck in my head. Gotta love it though.
Anyone recognize this?
So that's all I have to say, really. That and the theme song for Zoboomafoo is stuck in my head. Gotta love it though.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
So what's the deal with airline food?
This title might make you believe that this blog is about any recent travels i might have had. You would be wrong. I'm broke and can't afford to do fun things. That's why my spring break is being spent at home.
Well, that's not all true. Also, this year the tour choir didn't go on tour during spring break, and being a handbells member, i didn't get dragged all over the country again. Which was fun, but I wasn't up to it this year. So I had no reason to be anywhere but home. Plus my mom seems to like it when i'm home. But I'm always put to work around the house and where ever we go. Sucks like hell. Like today, I'm stuck home alone with the dogs (which I don't mind at all) while everyone else in the house went up to look at Ithaca for my brother. I don't mind watching the dogs, but I would've liked going on the road trip.
So here I am, in the den with my laptop, doing laundry while the dogs nap and watching What Not to Wear. I don't know why I still watch this show. It's always the same. But whaever. As soon as I have clean clothes to wear, I shall shower and feel amazing.
What else can I say? I swear i had something else to say. But I can't remember what it is.
I'm very tired lately. As a college student, this is super normal, especially being a second semester sophomore. The workload has increased and I don't always manage my time right. I lose Tuesday nights completely due to night class (World Cinema, which isn't as fun as it sounds.) I don't know. I had to be up early today cuz mom dad and brother left before the sun was up to get upstate.
I don't know what else to say. Since the inside of my head feels like there's a buzzsaw going through my skull, I'll leave it at this. Peace out, cub scout.
Well, that's not all true. Also, this year the tour choir didn't go on tour during spring break, and being a handbells member, i didn't get dragged all over the country again. Which was fun, but I wasn't up to it this year. So I had no reason to be anywhere but home. Plus my mom seems to like it when i'm home. But I'm always put to work around the house and where ever we go. Sucks like hell. Like today, I'm stuck home alone with the dogs (which I don't mind at all) while everyone else in the house went up to look at Ithaca for my brother. I don't mind watching the dogs, but I would've liked going on the road trip.
So here I am, in the den with my laptop, doing laundry while the dogs nap and watching What Not to Wear. I don't know why I still watch this show. It's always the same. But whaever. As soon as I have clean clothes to wear, I shall shower and feel amazing.
What else can I say? I swear i had something else to say. But I can't remember what it is.
I'm very tired lately. As a college student, this is super normal, especially being a second semester sophomore. The workload has increased and I don't always manage my time right. I lose Tuesday nights completely due to night class (World Cinema, which isn't as fun as it sounds.) I don't know. I had to be up early today cuz mom dad and brother left before the sun was up to get upstate.
I don't know what else to say. Since the inside of my head feels like there's a buzzsaw going through my skull, I'll leave it at this. Peace out, cub scout.
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