There are some things in life that I just can't seem to remember how to do. No matter how many times I'm taught. Among those things are:

- Hospital corners. My Mom has taught me hundreds of times, but for some damn reason, I can never remember how it's done. I know there's special folding of one side and then another, but other than that, the concept is lost on me.

- The differences between Ser and Estar in Spanish. Again, I was taught numerous times, but I just can't grasp when to use the two.

- How to boil eggs. This one sounds really silly, but it's true. Every time I boil eggs, at least one or two come out cracked with eggy hanging out of them. Arghhhh

- How to make my mom's pancakes. She's got a SUPER simple recipe that is sooooo delicious, but I always have to call and ask her, because I can NEVER REMEMBER.

I can tell you all kinds of useless, random information. I was even pretty decent at balancing equations in Chemistry. But the simple, everyday stuff? Nope. No way, it's lost on me. Maybe I should look into some Ginkobaloba....
A dear dear friend left me a comment about the photo that she spotted in my room (it's actually a photo-of-a-photo, but whatevs). So anyways, she was wondering just how many pictures I had of her. This inspired me to re-look at some of the pictures I have scattered about in various frames and whatnot. Good Lord, this girl's face is all over my room. No wonder I feel like she's always watching me. Then again I've only known her for like, one or two or seventeen years, so I guess cute pictures tend to accumulate. These were the ones I came up with:The Girl Scout Olympics...or whatever they were called.We rocked that 3-legged race

Friends Forever- for sure

It's more like a tribute to our friendship. It's hard to believe those are the same two little girls who argued every day over who go to be Ariel. Aren't we just cute as buttons??
I don't really understand why some people do the things they do, and I never will. Sure, it's easy to point out the faults of others, but why be so mean about it?

To be completely honest, I had a really really bad day today. From the very moment I woke up, to the very moment I decided to call it a day. Nasty comments from people who don't even know me didn't really help either. But you know what? It happens. Life happens. In the midst of my own personal pity party, I came to the realization that I have too much going for me to really let the small stuff get to me. I'd be lying if I said that I was completely un-phased by what was said, I am human after all, but honestly, I can't let it get to me. And I'm not going to. Sure, bad days happen, people say mean things, and reality is never as pretty as you want it to be. But there are amazing days, when people say the nicest things, and, even if just for a moment, life is absolutely perfect. Those are the days that I live for. Those are the days worth living for.

That being said, I'm not going to apologize for anything that appears on this blog, and I'm not going to ask anyone else to either. It's original purpose was to share my experiences while away from those I loved. It still serves that purpose.

If you've never heard of him, I strongly encourage you to look up Dr. Randy Pausch. I try and share him with as many people as I can. He is a person so filled with life, and his message is so strong, that it will leave you breathless. The "Achieving Your Childhood Dreams" lecture is a little long at an hour and a half, but it's completely worth it. I've watched it a couple times in the last few months, and it always reminds me of what's good in life. It's definitely changed the way I look at life, and how I try to live life. He did a shortened version of the lecture on Oprah (where I first found him). Both the short and the original lecture are phenomenal, and worth watching. Don't forget the tissues.

Maybe you're not aware of this, but this place right here, yeah, it's mine. It's where I go to express how I feel at that very certain point in time. It's not necessarily how I feel at all times, just at that certain moment in time. If you're reading this right now, then you've taken time out of your day to come and see what I have to say, and that's cool to me. While I certainly appreciate all comments, please be brave enough to use your own name, and use correct punctuation and spelling. It's hard to take you seriously when you mix up your "there's", and can't manage to find the apostrophe key.
Thanks for your time, enjoy reading, and if you don't like it, then do me a favor and move on.
Last night I had a delicious dream that involved me moving in with James Mcavoy.

Tonight I decided to watch the Jay Leno monologue.

Guess who's on the show tonight. James Mcavoy.

Coincidence? I hope not! LoL
The good news is that I don't feel the pain in my lower back that was there last week.

The bad news is, MY ENTIRE BODY ACHES. I went to Pure Barre last night, after being away for 2 months, and it thoroughly kicked my ass.

My nervous system was way out of control and my legs were shaking like crazy. Today, everything hurts. It hurts to move; it hurts to walk; , hell, it even hurts to breathe. My abs hurt like crazy, so much to the point that I'm not hungry and just want to curl into a ball in my bed. This weekend is crazy for me, natch. A quiz tomorrow and two midterms on Monday.

So, in between dying from the physical pain of living through the day, I'll try to study every now and then as well.
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is coming out with another moviee!!! The 12 year old in me is SUPER EXCITED. I'm such a sucker for these types of movies. What makes me even MORE excited is that the trailer features Kate Voegele, one of my new musical obsessions. This is just for my mom, Kate is current sophmore at Miami University...I knew I should have gone there...


Dearest Ohmygoshi,

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! To add to the greatness of this non-holiday, I'm going to go ahead and start you on a grueling process that involves draining the body of unnecessary materials. Included is intense pain and the motivation to stay in bed and do absolutely nothing. I know, you're SUPER EXCITED! I know I am! Granted, you've probably known for a week now it was coming, but I decided to get the party started today anyways. Hope you enjoy it, because I really spent a lot of time picking out your gift.

All my love,

.....There are some days, when I really hate having two X chromosomes....
Thursdays are no doubt the worst day of the week for me. Classes start at 12:45 and end at 8pm. That alone should make someone shudder in pity for me. I know I would.

My first class is POM, like I've said before, sweet old man professor that is really nice and funny. He always let's us "kids out early" and gives us homework like, "enjoy the weekend as much as possible. now get outta here" Seriously, who wouldn't love a professor like that?

The next class is Consumer Behavior, it's for my Marketing major, and it's something I actually enjoy. The professor is a bit soft-spoken, and speaks with somewhat of a Turkish accent, but other than that, I enjoy watching the commercials and analyzing them.

After that is International Finance. This lady, is odd. She speaks with a heavy Chinese accent, has straight black hair to accompany her straight figure, and is into violent sports and heavy metal. She's funny at times, but she loves to ramble about numbers. Sometimes it's just downright painful to try and keep up with her.

Then, I have a 40 minute break in which I try and do something relaxing and grab a bite to eat. My last class is a block, and is from 5:30 til 8. It's another marketing class, and one that I was really excited about going into the semester. I like the class a lot, it's really interesting, and I find myself participating a lot. The one itty bitty tiny thing is the Professor. There's just something about her I don't like. I've talked about it with some other people in the class, and they feel the same way. I feel like every time I raise my hand or answer a question, she's judging me. This goes for anyone, not just me btw, when someone else speaks, she kind of gets this look on her face like she's scrutinizing them and everything about them. No one's answer is ever exactly right, and it often takes 7 or 8 people to finally get to the "answer" that she's looking for. She can't spell either. Last week I said something about "backlash" and she wrote it on the board as "backlish" and I think she was pretty confident in her decision to go with that too. Maybe I'm just tired by the time I get to her class, or maybe that's just how she is, but it irks me, and really ruins the class for me.

Anyways, throw in Valentine's Day, and that really makes this the topper of all Thursdays. UGH. I purposely picked an outfit that had no red in it. Dark blue jeans, green tank, and black over shirt. OK, maybe my bra was red, that was my contribution to the holiday. I'm just not in the mood this year. Maybe it's because I'm still a tad bitter about the fact that my ex is most likely planning something fabulous for his new gf? Last Valentine's Day, I spent it with an 18 month old, that was kind of fun actually. She's a real cutie, and I don't get to see enough of her anymore. Tonight, I'm going to a party to celebrate my singleness with others of my kind. Cheers.
I just finished my quiz due tomorrow for my Production Operations Management class, he's a sweet old man professor that gives us take home quizzes two weeks before they're due, and then holds a "review session" in which he provides the pizza and answers (or at least a majority of the work). Anyways, he asks that we make a copy of our quizzes because he won't be able to give them back. It's currently 37 degrees with a side of Miserable Rain outside, and I have to copy my quiz. No Problem. I just walk 10 steps to my sweet-ass printer/copier/scanner/love of my life and push a button a few times and I have a nice copy of my quiz. SWEET

Mmmm self-satisfaction tastes soooo good.

While in the shower this morning, I came to the realization that if anyone were to browse my search bar, they'd be pretty amused at what shows up. And no, I'm not talking about all my weird animal porn, I save those for a different browser, gosh. Generally, when I use the "google bar" I don't know exactly what I'm looking for, so instead I type in every detail I can think of. Sometimes, I'll be watching something on tv and want the lyrics to a song I just heard, so I start typing in what I'm hearing. My name is definitely on my google bar, along with a couple other that I won't share. I mean, c'mon, sometimes you just get bored and want to see what's out there on you, right? or am I the only one who thinks that? Sometimes I'll just have random thoughts or questions pop into my head that I want to know the answer to.

Anyways, so here are some of my favorite "google bar" searches:

"nfl commercial chester oboe"

"laura play"

"how many tons can a pineapple dehydrator work in a day"

"how to glue glass together"

"personalizable travel mug"

"imap thunderbird"

"is Hillary Clinton gay?"

"jack nasty"

"tom selleck florida orange juice commercial"

"kitchen utensils that start with A"

"murky coffee"

"lymph nodes"


"mary poppins mr dawes"

"florida liquor store laws"

"how do toilets work?"

"can dead people be nominated for academy awards?"

"seperated at birth twin married" - true story btw.

"today we salute you stressed out college students"


"typical ghana accountant salary"

and the list continues...what's in your search engine?
In high school, there were two things that dominated my life: IB and the Dazzlers. The Dazzlers was the dance team I was on. Being on that team was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life and I will never forget it. I can't even begin to describe what it feels like to be on stage with the hot stage lights beaming down and the music blaring on the speakers. Adrenaline is pumping through your body and 5 minutes later you don't even remember what happened. To hear that crowd screaming for you and those other 20 girls sharing the stage with you is exhilarating. I'd be lying if I said there weren't days when I wished I could go back to high school simply to be on the team again. The coach was definitely one of my mentors, and I will forever look up to her. What an amazing person.

So it makes me SO PROUD to say: CONGRATULATIONS to the Seminole High School Dazzlers! National Champions 2008!!!!!!!! The routine was SO AMAZING! it gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes! I'm so proud of them!

PLEASE go check out the videooo! I'd post it here if I could, but I don't think it will let me. Click here and then search "SEMINOLE" and click on the top link on the right (it should say Finals). Then, come back here and leave me a comment on just how awesome you thought the routine was!