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Well yoooo helloooo!!! (oh i DO hope Bryan reads this because that was a Mary Poppins allusion just for him!)

I like blogging every couple of days as opposed to every day because it gives me soo much to write/think/laugh about! Blogging is very therapeutic for me, actually. It helps me to not take life so seriously (not that I had a huge issue with that before...at least I don't think ;)...Anywho. Blogging is that time where, every couple of days or so, I can sit and laugh at myself. And believe me, there is a lot to laugh about!

Take yesterday, for example. I had a midterm to write in my evening class--my really really intense evening class. I had even come home from C and C early on Tuesday night so I could study for it as I'd mentioned in my last blog. Do you remember the pillow that was whispering my name so loudly that I couldn't ignore it? Well I am a sucker for talking pillows, especially those that know my name, so I succumbed (haha...just google defined "succumb" and the definition is "to be fatally overwhelmed"...that make me giggle) to the pressure and just went to bed with good intentions of getting up and studying in the morning before my 1:30 class. And, since I'm liking this listing function here on good ol' Blogger, let me use it again to describe the occurrences that obviously justify what I did with my day:

1. Woke up on Wednesday at 8:30, disappointed that I'd slept in--because, after all, I really needed to study for this big midterm that was quickly approaching. Plus, I needed to get ready and get to 1:30 class.
2. Motored downstairs to put the coffee on...in my haste to be fatally overwhelmed in seeking my pillow the night before, I'd forgotten to set the timer button on my coffeemaker so it wasn't ready for me when I woke up. Life is rough, I know! :)
3. Whilst my coffee brewed, I knew that I should eat. It took all the energy I had to go to the fridge and crack two eggs into a bowl and throw them into the microwave. "Eggs and coffee," I thought to myself, "This sounds like the perfect recipe for...indigestion!" But alas, I lacked the energy even to make toast. Oh well. But on with the story!!
4. After a "little bit of time" (time means nothing to me in the morning) I took my eggs out and concluded they needed some more time in the microwave. NOBODY likes the clear runny part of the egg (I guess that would be uncooked eggwhite. I am a genius :P).
5. Put eggs back into microwave for 30 seconds "or so" (see above statement in parenthesis).
6. Took them out.
7. Took a little bite of yummy hot eggwhite and concluded them "done."
8. Just to ensure the yoke was still kind of runny like I like my eggs, I leaned over the bowl and got really close (as if my eggs were my patients and I was the caring doctor or something) and poked gently with the fork at the yoke.
9. *BAM!!!*
10. Wow. What a sucker I am. So there I was in my PJs, all disheveled and morning-like, squinting through my morning eyes (as opposed to my evening eyes?! eek!!), with egg ALLLLL over the coffeemaker, the countertop, the stove, the floor, and my PJ top.
11. After I enjoyed what was left of my eggs in the little bowl and had a large cup of coffee, I sat down intending to study.
12. 10 minutes after starting studying: "I need to have some God time"
13. A good, long time later: "I need to study"...*Jennifer runs fingers through her hair*
14. "OH MY...egg." All throughout the locks.
15. Jennifer showers and readies herself for the day and still hasn't studied. Time is quickly approaching when Jennifer has to leave for class (note the perspective shift. Sometimes stories just demand 3rd person!!)
16. Decision made: Jennifer will not attend afternoon class.
17. Jennifer plays piano, massages jaw.
18. Jennifer begins eating lunch.
19. Jennifer's dear friend Lydia brings her double double and sits and listens while Jennifer talks her ear off about anything and everything except studying.
20. Lydia finally escapes from procrastinating Jennifer.
21. Jennifer warms up to the idea of studying by playing more piano.
22. By this time, it's 3:30 and Jennifer freaks out.
23. Studies for 1.5 hours and...
24. Writes exam. Makes the following conclusion: Jennifer loves her degree because it combines two wonderful, wonderful things: English--the most subjective subject EVER, and Education--lots and lots of reflection.
25. Jennifer successfully wastes a day. And experiences the wrath of yolk. And it only takes her 25 points to convey this. Oh wow. I do like wordiness--guess that's not why I'm in Math. I'll leave that to my fabulous roommates.

Now that I've killed the precise amount of time that I needed to, I'm going to sign off.

"I'll get you next time, Gadget. Next tiiime!!"...nope...just doesn't have the same ring.

Closing comments for all those out there writing midterm exams:

"Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point."

________________________

"Instead of having 'answers' on a math test, they should just call them 'impressions,' and if you got a different 'impression,' so what, can't we all be brothers?"

~Jack Handey~

Most Bizarre Day Ever!!

Hey, all you faithful blog readers. First off, let me just say thank you for all the support regarding my "resurfacing" in the bloggosphere! Haha...I would especially like to thank my anonymous spammer, whoever you are. What a loverly welcome back. Gracias. Gracias indeed.

So I will not blog about today since it was kind of uneventful, but rather, will recount some of my memories (if these are actual memories--yesterday was bizarre enough that I don't discount the fact that I could be making these up ;). Anywho. So here I go:

1. Squandered my morning at home not feeling too pressured to do any homework. Played the piano and strained my jaw. Go figure.
2. Sat down for about an hour to work on homework before my 1:30 class. Felt a yawn coming on. Stretched. OUCH. Chest pain and arm pain like I was having a heart attack (because I know what that feels like :S :P ?? uh...just go with it). Felt nauseated and achy the rest of the day.
3. Had a paper due at 1:30 pm, but alas, was not finished. Had emailed prof and asked her how long I had before it was late. Said as long as it was under her door by 8:30 am Tuesday, it would not be late. Had worked on the paper (only a 6 page requirement!) for about 13 hours already. Don't ask why it's taking me forever to work this year. I won't have an answer for you.
4. Went to gym. Nothing unusual happened there.
5. Walked back to my car and almost got hit in a parking lot whilst I was walking.
6. Ate supper at home.
7. Came back to school for class and almost caused an accident. Can you say tired and distracted? I can!: "Tired and distracted!"
8. Tried to contribute in class but because I was making no sense, the prof told me not to bother! Haha...wow.
9. Sat and typed on my paper at the university after class from 9:30 till 2:3o am!! Got it "done," or at least written to the point where I could no longer keep my eyes open and my mind alert enough. Highlight of evening: At 1:30 a.m. when the late-night hunger hit, a guy and a girl randomly walked through the computer lab giving away pizza. Pizza with shrimp no less! Yummmm...
10. Tried to print out paper. Alas, there was no paper in printer. Had to photocopy nothingness in order to get paper to put into printer. Not impressive at 2:25 am.
11. Tried to hand in my paper but realized I was pretty much locked into Riddell and couldn't hand it in to the building I needed to get into.
12. Got to sleep at 3:00. Woke up at 6:30, drove to university after getting dressed but not having brushed my teeth or hair, or done anything about makeup. I was a sight for sore eyes...or sight to make eyes sore...I'm not sure! Said hello to the friendly caretaker and to my old Psych prof, handed in paper, came home and fell into bed for another hour before I had to get up and go to class.
13. Two words: GONG SHOW

What I'm doing now:

1. Finishing my pre-study popcorn.
2. Looking at the mess my room is in and hoping I won't feel compelled to clean before I begin studying for tomorrow's midterm. ICK.
3. Looking longingly at my bed. Maybe I'll just go to bed.
4. Thinking that the perfect way to end this blog is to leave you with some profound words:

"I bet when the neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying, 'Don't forget the thick, heavy brows.' Then they would all get embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman."

-That Jack Handy quote was for you, Tyson. And that man in Batman Begins did not have weird eyebrows.

Until next time, Gadget....until next time! (Wait a minute, what DID Dr. Claw always say at the end of the show?) Regardless, arrivederci!

On the cusp of enlightenment...

What's too bad:

1. That I haven't blogged since May. At least I hope you think that it's too bad! ;-)
2. That the only subject title I could come up with for this entry is centered around the paper I have to write today.
3. That today is a loverly day and I have to be cooped up inside my house or inside the university typing a paper.
4. That I began by talking about negative things. AH!!!

What's looking up!:

1. I am beginning to blog again. I like blogs. Keep blogging, all. You push me over the edge of the cusp of enlightenment! :)
2. My thoughts are centered around the paper I have to write today. Let's hope that means it will get done quickly!
3. That today is a loverly fall day. Seriously, Fall is probably one of my four favorite seasons.
4. Um...that I realized the folly of my ways by beginning with negative things. Hahahaha...haha...ha...h...

Mooooving along.

Do you know how hard this is, coming back to blogging after being away for (just a sec...counting...) 6 months?! That's half a year!! What to say that will encapsulize half a year...hmmm...well I just made a corporate decision (and I realize that "corporate" implies plurality, but if you don't know this about me by now, I am kind of a "plural" sort of person. No, I do not have a split personality disorder, but rather, I concur with what a green mentor (of sorts) said once: "I am an onion, donkey. Onions have layers.").....anywho, onto this decision that I made with me and my "layered" self: I will not attempt to catch everyone up on my past six months. I know you're all heartbroken. But chances are, if you're reading this blog I speak to you on a semi-regular basis anyway and know, at least roughly, what has happened in my life in the past few months. I will, however, leave you all with this thought:

"I hate it when people say somebody has a "speech impediment," even if he does, because it could hurt his feelings. So instead, I call it a "speech improvement", and I go up to the guy and say, "Hey, Bob, I like your speech improvement." I think this makes him feel better."

Oh, Jack Handy, you crack me up.

Well, I think that's all I have the time and energy (that was exhausting ;) for today, comrades.

Over and out!