"OOPS? No, Ed. Oops is falling down an elevator shaft. Oops is skinny dipping in a school of pirrahna. This was no OOPS. This was AAGGHH!"

First let me explain my morning....wait...let's start last night...hell...let's get a good look at this week....

Monday was a holiday....I worked....then stayed up LATE working on my physics homework.

Tuesday was spent sitting crouched over that same physics HW...then class...then work...then at work till 12:30pm finishing that HW with one of my bosses (I LOVE YOU SCOTT :)).

Wednesday was class/HW from 8 am until 8 pm....then home to read up on lab work for today.

This morning (Thursday) I woke up @ 6 (yes dang it, that is early) because I have Geology lab @ 8 am...which really is a crime in itself...but I woke up, let Chloe outside, and went into the bathroom to shower, make-up, hair....etc. Let me just say...at this point I knew I was tired and this week was taking its toll, but I was wholly unaware that I was in a bad mood.

Sometime in the middle of this ritual, I hear my roommate come out of his room and walk to the bathroom. He stops when he sees me in there, and I just turned and said, "Sucks to be you huh?"

WHAT?! He hadn't done ANYTHING wrong except walk in on me and my bad mood! I mumbled my apologies to his dropped jaw and shut the door for his protection.

When I was ready to head out, I went downstairs and saw that my other roommate had cleaned the living room and dining room while I slept (THANKS B)...normally a real mood lifter...but evidently not.

I got to school, got my soy Chai latte and went to lab...at which point I walked in right as he was beginning lecture and spilled my latte all over the table.

(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhh......normally that would be in caps, but I lack the energy...)

So I ran to the bathroom to get towels, cleaned it up and proceeded to test a bunch of rocks...

When it was over, I thought "Finally, a BREAK!" I had every intention of curling up in chair for half an hour (before starting my microbiology lab report) and reading something educationally worthless! Like a smut novel, or Harry Potter....

So on my way to my favorite cushy chair on campus, I stopped for another latte since I got 2 sips from the first one....and I saw this girl....

Let me first say that this girl was LARGE...I know large....she was MUCH larger than that... and she had one of those walking cast/boot things and one crutch (both of which I am also intimately acquainted)....all of these factors meant she was going SLOW....but come on, poor thing was probably in a worse mood than me!

So as I waited for her to pass so I could get to my cushy chair, these two guys in the frat boy uniform (polo shirt in some neon color, khaki shorts, and deck shoes) come up behind her and start loudly going "Damn! That girl is BIG."

And that's when it happened...I accidentally (on purpose) lost my second (HOT) latte of the day all down the front of their uniforms....

I really am not fit to be around people today....

"I didn't say he was handsome, I said he was handy." - Driving Miss Daisy

I am going to just ignore the MASS amount of time that I have gone without writing...because then I can deny it later!

So the Fall school semester started last week. I am taking 15 hours of -ology's and -isics's, and all tab time that entails. The first couple of days are always annoying. Why? Because the campus is overrun with Freshmen. If you completely ignore the fact that I hate them for their youth, they are still ripe with annoying behavior that cannot go ignored. For that purpose I have devised a list of three Do's and Don'ts for these barely-post pubescent vexations.

1) I understand that campus is big, sprawling, and rather confusing until you start to get to know your way around. You will never hear me tease the lot of you for carrying around your maps. HOWEVER, when you decide to stop and look at that map, DO NOT do it in the middle of the flipping sidewalk with no warning what-so-ever to those of us walking behind you! You will get run over!

2) Your mothers do not live here. They do not come behind you and clean up your messes, nor do they come before you and do the little things that keep your life running smoothly. Also, I am not your mother. I will NOT clean your plates up off the table at the Deli. I don't care what your dorm/apartment/off-campus house looks like, but on campus, we share space, so clean it up.No, I will not hold your place in line WHILE you shop for text books. You are going to have to wait in line holding all those big books just like the rest of us.

and finally....

3) Most of you (especially those of you living over in West Campus who drive brand new foreign cars) have never before used public transportation and are therefore confused about the bus system around campus. Again, I am fine with the necessary learning curve here. HOWEVER, should you ever be sitting on the bus in those seats up front that face each other (and this goes doubley...no, trippley for you "men") and an elderly person, or disabled person get on the bus, DO immediately get up off your selfish asses and give them a seat. (EX: Sitting on the bus Monday I saw a blind woman tap-tap-tap her way onto the bus. The bus driver had to get up and walk back to the group of map-toting young people occupying those seats and ask them if they minded giving the woman a seat. SERIOUSLY? I have never been more ashamed of anyone in my life!)

So okay, I know a lot of the freshmen on campus aren't all this obnoxious....but for those of you who are, while the official UT policy is NO HAZING, keep pissing off the upper-classmen and see where that gets you....I mean most of the people in the annual Undie Run do it voluntarily....but not all of them.....

"a) You're blocking my view. b) Which view is that? a) The one you're blocking!" -- Charade

I spent today on campus studying. Not an abnormal Sunday for me....

However, when I got the my favorite little cubby in the Union....someone was already there....so, I went to my second favorie....taken.....and so on....

So I wondered around a while and found the Meditation Room. The instructions on the door only said that the room was designated to be used for quiet reflection. Inside the room was only a rug and a small wooden rack. I had no idea what the rack was for, but I thought "Eh....I'm gonna go reflect on my Genetics Exam" and made myself comfortable on the rug.

I had been there for a few hours, amazed by how quiet and perfect this little room was! No one had come in, no one was loudly talking on a cell phone, no one was foolish enough to believe that ear buds make a difference when you have the volume turned all the way up on your iPod. I had gotten so much done, I decided to take a break and looked around. For me, the dominating feature of the room was the very large window, which from my view, perfectly framed tower. I sat there ruminating on the view and all that the tower represents when I noticed that my perfect view was marred. Right in the middle of the window was a very large glob of bird poop.

As I am trying to ignore the poop, the door to the Meditation Room opens, and in streams a group of Muslims that are looking at me with utter confusion....and I know.....

The pretty rug I am sprawled across....the rack in the corner, a perfect size for holding shoes, but that is now being used to prop up my genetics notes.....the very large window with a clear view of the Eastern sky....I am in their prayer room! I am actually disrespecting their prayer room.

I quickly gathered up my things and practically ran from the room, but as I looked back over my shoulder to make sure I hadn't left my coffee up on a picture of Muhammad or anything, I again saw the bird doo.

Let that be a lesson....things may seem absolutely perfect, but that just means you haven't noticed the shit yet!

"This book is not for you!" - The Never Ending Story

Soooo....some of my void in blogspace can be attributed to a very long vacation followed by the beginning of a HARD semester....

The other (and quite frankly MAIN) reason I have been notably absent....

Quotes from Outlander:

As yet too hungry and too clumsy for tenderness, still he made love with a sort of unflagging joy that made me think that male virginity might be a highly underrated commodity.

"When I woke, I was trussed up in the wagon wi' the chickens, jolting down the road toward Fort William." "I see," I said quietly. "I'm sorry. It must have been terrible for you." He smiled suddenly, the haze of fatigue gone. "Oh aye. Chickens are verra poor company, especially on a long journey."

"Harmless as a setting dove," he agreed. "I'm too hungry to be a threat to anything but breakfast. Let a stray bannock come within reach, though, and I'll no answer for the consequences."

Quotes from Dragonfly in Amber:

"I'll leave it to you, Sassenach," he said dryly, "to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage."

"Weel, nay doubt he'll be a bit sore." His Scots accent, usually faint, always grew more pronounced when he drank a lot. He shook his head, squinting through the bottle to judge the level of spirit remaining. "D'ye know, Sassenach, I never 'till tonight realized just how difficult it must ha' been for my father to beat me? I always thought it was me had the hardest part of that particular transaction." He tilted his head back and drank again, then set down the bottle and stared owl-eyed into the fire. "Being a father might be a bit more complicated than I'd thought. I'll have to think about it." "Well, don't think too hard," I said, "You've had a lot to drink." "Och, don't worry," he said cheerfully. "There's another bottle in the cupboard."

"Aye, well," he said. "I dinna recall Adam's asking God to take back Eve---and look what she did to him." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead as I laughed, then drew the blanket up over my bare shoulders. "Go to sleep, my wee rib. I shall be needin' a helpmeet in the morning."

Quotes from Voyager:

"I shall not ask you again why you left the prison," he had said, calmly conversational. "But I will ask you---why did you come back?" Fraser had frozen briefly, startled. He turned back and met Grey's eyes directly. For a moment he said nothing. Then his mouth curled up in a smile. "I suppose I must value the company, Major; I can tell ye, it's not the food."

"It gets a bit easier with practice, Sassenach," he said. "Try living wi' me for a time, and ye'll find yourself spinning silk out of your arse easy as sh--, er, easy as kiss-my-hand."

"Damn you, Sassenach!" his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. "Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!"

Quotes from Drums of Autumn:

"I hate boats," Jamie said through clenched teeth. "I loathe boats. I view boats with the most profound abhorrence."

He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. "What is it that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin' ye?" Fergus choked slightly, and Ian went pink. I looked as demure as possible.

Brianna's eyes were round as she looked at me. "Testosterone poisoning," I said, with a shrug. "Can you do anything about it?" she asked. The corner of her mouth twitched, though I couldn't tell whether with laughter or incipient hysteria. I pushed a hand through my hair, considering. "Well," I said finally, "there are only two things they do with it, and one of them is try to kill each other." Brianna rubbed her nose. "Uh-huh," she said. "And the other one...?" Our eyes met with a perfect understanding. "I'll take care of your father," I said. "But Roger's up to you."

Quotes from The Fiery Cross:

He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. "The, um, sperms ..." he said, a little awkwardly. "Yes?" "Can ye not take them out and give them decent burial or something?" I hid my smile in my teacup. "I'll take good care of them," I promised. "I always do, don't I?"

"I did not," he said. "What d'ye take me for, Sassenach?" "A Scot," I said. "Sex fiends, the lot of you. Or so one would think, listening to all the talk around here." I gave Farquard Campbell a hard look, but he had turned his back, engrossed in conversation. Jamie regarded me thoughtfully, scratching the corner of his jaw. "Sex fiends?" "You know what I mean." "Oh, aye, I do. I'm only wondering-is that an insult, would ye say, or a compliment?"

"You bloody, unspeakable, infuriating--" His smile was startling, a white grin in the ruddy face. "If ye call me a Scot, Sassenach, then I know I'm going to live."

Jemmy, oblivious, swung his legs up, his weight suspended momentarily from Roger's and Jamie's hands, then stomped his feet down on the floor again, recalling his original question. "Grand-da gots balls?" he asked, pulling on the men's hands and tilting his head far back to look up at Jamie. "Aye, lad, I have," Jamie said dryly. "But your Da's are bigger. Come on, then."

"When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'--- ye'll ken it was because I didna have time."

And.....I haven't read this one yet....so quotes to come :)

Ignore the relative sizes.....THESE BOOKS ARE AWESOME!!! And at around 1000 pages each....I have been in my own little world....well, actually not MY world, but the world of Claire Randall and Jamie Fraser.

Got a vacation coming up? I recommend visiting them!!

These books are historical fiction and highly entertaining as well as smart and educational....I have learned more French and Gaelic curse words that you can shake a stick at.....oh and I am now more familiar with the Scottish Rebellion for the Bonny Prince and the American Revolution.....

Anyway, if you like to read.....

"Oh so THAT'S what an invisible barrier looks like!" - Heatwave (1981)

I am constantly amazed at what I learn for the small price of tuition, room, board, hours of mind numbing studying and total lack of a love life (AKA college).

But I think I actually learned something in my Biology class that explains some of the last one........

Ok, so maybe I have learned a lot in Biology that applies to a love life, but minds out of the gutters people! This is a family show!

We were learning about pre-zygotic (before the sperm and egg join to make a zygote) and post-zygotic (after fertilization) breeding barriers between different species. There are eight total......and THEY ALL apply to my life....but lets just look at the pre-zygotic barriers since post-zygotic barriers are just a pipe dream for me.

First we need to admit that men are DEFINITELY a whole other species.....I mean come on.....

OK....you get my point....

The first one is GEOGRAPHICAL....this is pretty self explanatory....the classic example here is two species that live on opposite sides of the grand canyon may be physically able to mate, but since they are divided geographically that will never happen. In the modern world of planes, trains and automobiles, you may wonder what possible geographical barriers there could be. It's simple people....I live on one side of this huge chasm and men live on the other.....but I call the chasm reality. I got a call from my ex yesterday.....and it hit me why we were never going to work.....for him, reality is an elusive creature.

The second barrier is.....HABITAT.....this is basically the fish and the bird thing....even if by some miracle they were in the same place at the same time and able to make a baby.....a fird....or a bish.....where would it live? I am a bird living with a bunch of fish! I live in a a very.....well......odd city. The men here have euro-mullets, wear skinny jeans, can tout Niche from memory and have dark tortured souls. They can NOT however change a spark plug, sit through nine innings of baseball or sing along with The Possum.

Then there is TEMPORAL isolation.....this means bad timing.....in the animal planet this means that....lets say one species mates in the spring and the other in the winter.....I am 25 years old and in college. Lets face it people, the guys I meet on a daily basis have a maturity level that mainly revolves around beer and fart jokes. They need at least five more years to ripen on the vine....but if I wait that long, I'm afraid my melons will have moved South for the winter.....

Next is BEHAVIORAL.....In the animal world this refers to the mating rituals that certain species perform that attract a mate. For example the male of the species of bird known as the Blue Footed Booby (I didn't even make that up) does a dance before mating that draws the attention of the female to it's brightly colored feet. No foot dance....no horizontal mambo..... The mating rituals of the guys I know SERIOUSLY leave something to be desired....I mean unless "Hey baby, your tits look great in that shirt." or (now I have actually gotten this one) "Man, look at those weapons of mass destruction!" suddenly becomes the modern day Shakespeare.

Then there is GAMETIC isolation. Gametic isolation literally means that the sperm and eggs will not fuse. For whatever reason (usually because the females uterus kills the sperm.....hehehe) even though the sex happens, no baby is made.....sooooo.....basically birth control....for me, I don't see what the problem is with this one......so I will move on.....

And lastly is MECHANICAL isolation.....which means that basically, the key don't fit the lock....if you know what I mean. This is not a problem I have actually come across......not that I have seen that many keys....but still after reviewing everything it takes to get in close proximity to a good key.....I am pretty sure for now, I am going to have to keep manually opening my own lock.....

My CPU is a neuronet processor, a learning computer.

I am in college, so I learn new things everyday...some things are interesting and some things are ridiculous....but still, you learn.

I was complaining the other day to my friend Mindy that when I get REALLY mad, I cry more than when I am sad.

Being that Mindy is eerily smart and has a gazillion letters after her name, she informs me that crying is not a physiological response to anger. (Her degrees are in Psychology and Counseling, so I trust that she knows what she is talking about here.) She goes on to say that we subconsciously use anger as an excuse to cry, but there has to be a hidden hurt to make you cry.

Armed with this thought provoking information....I did what most people do with profound knowledge.....nothing....I got on with my life.....

About two weeks ago I was at the Texas History Museum. I was wondering through the different displays when I came across an elderly African American gentleman looking at an exhibit on the contributions of African Americans to the formation and development of Texas. In particular I see that he is reading the accounts of African Americans who were persecuted later in the civil rights movement. He is standing there reading and holding the hand of a young boy of about five years old.


There are two things that I noticed. First was that there were tears in his eyes as he read the words that I know had to mean more to him personally than I could comprehend.....and second that the hand the little boy was holding had a Sponge Bob Square Pants band-aid on it. I know that the man had two hurts....one that went deep, and caused a physiological response that brought out tears....and one that could be healed by a kiss and a Sponge Bob band-aid. I also know that the first pain will be ok, because he had someone to care enough to give him the kiss and the band-aid.



I smiled at the scene in front of me and moved on the next display.



Last week I had to go to the hardware store to pick up some things for the new house. I am standing in line to check out behind an older gentleman in overalls, sun-worn leathery skin and a camouflage hat. He reminded me of my dad.....southern....handy....and leading a simple life. Holding his hand was a girl of about seven years old calling him "Grandpa". I smiled and then froze. On his arm was a Sponge Bob band aid.

I know it had to have been put there by the girl with the large eyes and pig-tails. Just like the one I had seen weeks before on the hand of the gentleman at the museum, someone had cared enough about his pain to try to patch it....and he had appreciated it enough to walk around with Sponge Bob on his arm.

As I left the hardware store I stopped at Subway to get dinner. There was a bit of a line so I had a little bit to watch the girl behind the counter. She was obviously having "one of those days". She was flustered by every order coming her way. When I made my way to the front of the line, I ordered my sandwich. When she was done, she asked if there would be anything else, and I asked for a chocolate chip cookie. She rolled her eyes and asked me if I saw any chocolate chip cookies. (The case was devoid of chocolate chip.)

Now those of you that know me know that this is usually the point in the story when I would pop off some witty remark to put her in her place, however, I had learned something this week.

I asked her instead, "What is your favorite?"

"White chocolate macadamia nut", she answered with a huff.

"I'll take two. Thank you!"

She handed me my bag at which point I dug out one of the cookies and handed it to her. Her shoulders slumped and her head dropped.

When she looked up, she had a sad smile and tear in her eye. "Thank you", she whispered.

"Your welcome!", I answered and walked outside.

I don't know what her hurt was that caused that tear, but I knew I did not have a Sponge Bob band aid......just a cookie.....

Wendy the Water Polo Witch

Boys and Girls.....school started this week.....


Yeah, I said it.....the phrase that strikes fear into the heart, of children, students, parents, teachers, bus drivers and lunch ladies worldwide......


For me, however, I have been kinda looking forward to this semester....after the dust settled on last semester, the score was BIO, CHEM and CALC - 0......Amy - 1. I really kicked last semester's tail (see Mom, I said tail and not ass!)....so this semester I have momentum!


This semester started like any other....minus the fact that I had to wake-up on my sofa instead of a bed since I still am rather homeless and had see my roommate's naked butt (not bad by the way) when I went into his room to get my clothes since that is where my dresser currently lives and he is evidently VERY anti-pajamas.....anywho....I digress.....


I went to my first class (Organic Chemistry) and was promptly handed a syllabus that I mistook for the text book....this sucker is HUGE....this does not bode well for me!


Then....a little sunshine.....I discovered that my second class is in the exact same room as my first....this may not seem like a big deal to you, but I go to one of the largest Universities in the nation....this is a BIG deal.....


Ok....so I am easily impressed, but still.....


I was then released to go to my swimming class! I have been looking forward to this class for months!


First, we do a fitness test to see approximately where we are physically (I already knew the answer to this question....it's a number and it stares up at me from the scale every morning...I don't like that number....) She tells us that she is going to pair us with partners of similar physical abilities for the semester.


After completing the test, our instructor tallies our scores while we introduce ourselves to the other members of the class. There are your typical 18 yr hard bodies that make me want to snap them like a twig (but I'm not bitter).....some older (and much larger) staff members....and the rest of us that range from twig to tank and everywhere in between....



One of the girls that introduced herself added that she is on the UT Water Polo team. She is a really fit girl...not twig....not tank.....just muscles. I mentally laughed "Thank God I won't be paired with her!"

WRONG!

I have no idea what my instructor was thinking, but I got stuck with Wonder Woman....

I asked her if she was sure......I mean, collegiate athlete I am not! Not even close.....I mean Water Polo?

Player...no.......pool buoy...maybe.....

I looked at her and and gave her this apologetic smile that said, "sorry your got stuck with the floatation device", but she just have me this smug little smile and asked "What? Don't you think you could keep up?"

That's it.....bitch is going down!

Mellow Yellow

Today has made me mad from the get go.....but I refuse to even get into it....all I have been doing lately is feeling sorry for myself....even I am getting tired of it....so I am sure you guys are full to here (you can't see me right now but I put my hand up to the top of my head).

Maybe it didn't help that yesterday began and ended on such a high note.

I started my new job yesterday. It is just a typical job, doing typical stuff, but I do NOT have to work nights and weekends anymore, I do NOT get cussed out every other call, and I work in a yellow room.

I know that may not seem like much to you, but to me, it is awesome. Most offices are a lovely Institutional White, Brain numbing Beige, or (my personal favorite) Sky Blue (you were expecting another made-up paint name weren't you....well, I gotta keep you on your toes). Guys, painting the walls Sky Blue does not make me think I am outside....it just makes me wish I were outside all the more.

My new office is BRIGHT yellow, and we don't sit in cubes. We sit facing OPEN windows that lead out into a yard that little girls play in at various times of the day! It's like a room full of happiness! (Ok, so there is one little, tiny, minuscule downside.....these little girls have a pet...skunk....so sometimes the whole open window thing is a little disturbing....but I am trying to focus on the positive here! Geez.... you are so negative.)

Anyway, so I went to work for a while in my lovely yellow room, then my friend Logan called....
he had a craving for homemade burgers and fries. So he called to invite me to eat them with him.

Woo Hoo!

I do love a good burger (I know it is NOT conducive to the whole Christy Brinkley physique I am working towards....but hey it was HOMEMADE burgers and fries....give a girl a break!). But, right after I get the invite for dinner, I get a call back telling me he forgot the gas hadn't been tuned on in their house yet (they just moved into a new house this weekend). So guess what.....he still wants burgers....but can he cook them at my house?

Are you kidding me.....you want to cook me dinner and I don't even have to go anywhere? Oh heck yeah!

While he was cooking dinner, I was registering for the Spring semester.....I am signed up for 8 hours of grueling classes (Organic Chemistry, Biology II and BIO Lab), my last 3 hours of general studies (woo hoo!) (History), and those of you that can add realize that is only 11 hours. I need at least 12 hours to be considered full-time. So....what can I take to get that last hour of credit and not add another HARD class....like calculus or physics......

So I started playing around with the course catalog, seeing what I could find....first I weeded out Basket Weaving....lost art, maybe....something I am willing to pay almost $1000 a class to learn....not even close. That reasoning was also the downfall of Beginners Yiddish, Philosophy and Star Trek, and Daytime Soap Operas: Family and Social Roles.

But then, what do my wondering eyes behold......Swimming: A Water Workout! One hour a week and I get to swim! That puts me at 12 hours! Oh be still my beating heart! But wait....what is this.....Intermediate Co-ed Softball! Oh man! Which do I choose?

I DON'T! I am taking them both! Next semester, three days a week I am in a pool, and the other two days I am on a softball field! HEAVEN.....I'M IN HEAVEN.....oh yeah....plus all those science classes and stuff too!

So now I am sitting in the gym deli after swimming to let off some of the steam of today.....and Tigger just walked by....and a vampire.....and a caveman.....maybe today will be better after all!

Happy Halloween!

My turn to talk!

Hi! It's me Chloe!

I wanted to say hello to all of you that read Mom's blog.

There are a couple of things I need to get off my chest!

First of all, to the people who keep breaking into my mom's car.....

STOP! I mean I don't bite or anything, but I know a mean pit bull a few blocks over that really gets off on that type of thing!

Next, I would like to say that the reason Mom isn't writing this herself is because she has a biology test tomorrow that she is studying for that makes her want to cry. Which is also why these posts are kinda few and far between these days.

Also, you all need to know....today is my birthday! Please bring Snausages and Milkbones! I really do love them....but no squeaky toys....Mom really hates those!

Lastly, when you bring the goodies for me, Mom could use a hug! She keeps referring to this weekend as Crapfest 2007 and tonight she cried. I tried to hold her, but unlike Josh, I do not have disposable thumbs..... (yes, I know it is opposable....it is a joke).....what?

Then how am typing? Jeez....Mom is right....you guys are a tough crowd!

I love you all! Woof!

Common Topics of Conversation

Guys....I am a nerd!

It is official! School is back underway and I am daily, finding ways to cement my fate as a self-made nerd.

Here are the Top 5 Reasons:

5) Last weekend we came home from ACL (Austin City Limits Music Festival)....it was AWESOME by the way....and instead of doing college-y things like play beer pong and get arrested (ok, some of us did that too), we played Trivial Pursuit and went to bed.

4) I spend something like 9 hours a day either in class or studying. So much so that my friends think my study buddy has kidnapped me....he hasn't by the way....what? I can't hear you.....of course I wrote what you told me....yes sir....what ever you say sir!

3) Today as I was swimming (still loving it by the way), I was mentally going over the cohesive and adhesive properties of water and how the hydrogen bonding was responsible for the resistance in my stroke.

2) I got into a discussion last night about how the density of a loogie determines if it is possible to spit one out of the top of a moving jeep and it not hit you on the head. Ok so this sound like the conversation of a 12-yr old boy and not a nerd....I know, but it's the fact that we were using terms like "density" and "vectors" and "wind resistance".

and the best one.....

1) I TiVO Jeopardy! Every night as a study break, do I bust the Wii out and go to town, hell no....I have a standing date with Alex Trebek....that dapper, discerning, sexagenarian.....

Happy Birthday to Me!

I know that I have been missing lately! Sorry!

Here's a quick run down on my excuses....

1) I moved. (Really I could stop here, because wow, what a pain in the.....ok mom....in the tush.)

2) School started again. Classes include Chem lab....Chem 2.....Multi-variable Calculus.....and Biology......wait...I need a minute to cry now......

and

3) Last week was my 25th birthday!!!

What?

"That's only one day" you say?

Not the way I do it!!!! The weekend of the 24th, mom came up to help me move (which was really more, she bought me stuff for the apartment and Jared, Kayla, Pam and Jenny helped me move, but still.....) and we all went to dinner at The Cheesecake Factory for my birthday.

Then on the 30th (my actual birthday) I had a group of friends and family get together to celebrate with dinner at P.F. Chang's and drinks afterward.

My new tote from Jared and Jenny!



Me and my buddy Logan.



Saki bombs.....hmmmm....



Splash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



We were having fun!



Jared and Jenny....how cute are they?




Make a wish.....


Fun girls! My old roomie Lindsay in red and her new roomie Julie in black and white....

And this weekend, I have a group of friends getting together to go to the lake for a few days.....BIRTHDAY'S ROCK!!!

ANYWAY....I am finally getting settled in a routine so I promise, that Chloe and I will be sharing our daily trials again VERY soon.....

P.S. One of my birthday presents was an awesome new digital camera....so now my eloquent (cough cough) words will visual aids!

Clue! ummmm...in the gym with the pool buoy!

Top 10 Clues I am becoming a gym rat:



10) We have no carpet and pets...so our house needs dusting....A LOT. But, usually NOT the showers.....however, when you use the one at the gym everyday...well, ewwwww.

9) I bought extra sets of cheap hair products and make-up to keep at the gym....but the cheap ones all ended up at home and there is about 100 dollars worth of hair gel in my gym locker.

8) I got invited to the Back To School Party at the house of the guy that swipes the membership cards at the door. His name is Tim.

7) The girl with the locker under me left a note on my locker telling me she likes my perfume. It's a good thing because it usually smells like it in there.....(is that too weird?)

6) My personal trainer gave me a birthday card.

5) I have owned my new purple speedo for not even two months, but it is already too big!

4) Everything I own smells faintly of chlorine.....I mean everything...even Chloe a little...hmmmm......

3) I used to recognize people on campus from classes I have taken. It was "Hey, there's the girl from Gov that always wears those orange Crocs." or "Oooooh, there's hot guy from calculus." (Ok, that one is made up....there are NO hot guys in calculus.) You get the point. Now it's "Hey, it's the guy who swims in the fast lane, but is sooooo not fast lane worthy." and "Oooooh, there's the girl who thinks that the second treadmill from the end is her own personal treadmill and Lord help you if you are on it when she gets there."

2) I caught myself mentally re-arranging my class schedule in respect to proximity to the gym.

and finally........

1) School has been out for two weeks and I STILL have been on campus everyday....and that's just sad!

You're Killin' Me Smalls!

Ok...today was my REAL first day of classes....long story....don't ask.....

Last semester I had a professor for calculus that I really didn't get. I mean every word out of his mouth was Greek to me. He loved to pontificate on the mundane history behind every definition. However, we never actually learned how to USE them.

Ok, I am well aware that the break down in communication was probably my fault, but hey, I am giving myself the benefit of the doubt here!

Anyway, I found out that he wasn't teaching classes this summer, so what did I do, I signed up for calculus (I need three semesters of it for my degree).

Today I showed up to class a few minutes late (I know, I know, but hey, my friends were floating the freaking river, so at least I went to class). I found my room and reached out to grab the door knob....and froze.

NOOOO! It can't be him! The voice coming to me from the other side of the door was the same one that had taught me the history behind the fundamental theorem of calculus last semester! What is the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus you ask? Heck if I know, but I do know that you can thank the Scottish mathematician James Gregory for it!

Anyway, (well, first I double checked the door number just in case, but then...) I turned the knob and walked into the room.

He looked as shocked as I was! Stopping mid-sentence...."Hello Ms. Carter".

Summoning all of my inner Seinfeld, I replied....

"Hello Newman."