Yeah...

Honestly? I sort of forgot that I had a blog for about a month.

But I'm back!

I have to do some reading for class but I promise I'll have a real post for you by the weekend.

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For Dave

Oohhh... a blog post.

Well, aside from the huge news of me going to visit the Junkers this week - basically it's all school. That's all I do with my life. I go to work, I tutor, I housesit, I go to school. Aaanndd.... I spill mass quantities of vegetable soup in my car. Seriously, it smells disgusting in there. Luckily, when I turn on the air conditioning it temporarily airs it out for that particular ride.

So... I bought an iPad. I'm actually typing this post on said iPad. Most of me thinks it's awesome and the other 30% of me is like YOU'RE PAYING FOR SCHOOL. WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SPEND HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS ON AN IPAD? My therapist and I spent our last session discussing my impulses and whether or not this actually is one. The results were inconclusive.

It's football season.

Which is magnificent.

I live for football.

I was raised in a manner that means from September to February, if there's a football game on tv, it's on MY tv. It relaxes me, for some reason. I should analyze the cost benefits between Xanax and a cable bill.

I'm posting this one for Dave.

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I'LL BE BACK... AND I AM BACK

We, as a family, are above average ladderball players.

I mean that in complete fairness, I'm not bragging.



And that is how I am going to re-enter the blogging world at the start of this new school year.
Well, school started like a month ago.
More to come.

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(I slip all sorts of 'the office' jokes in here and I always wonder if anyone ever actually gets them.)

"You miss one-hundred percent of the shots you don't take.
  - Wayne Gretzky"
                                                 -MICHAEL SCOTT
 

sticky notes are slinkys for adults

We got new sticky notes at work.
I know, it sounds super lame, but they're the accordion kind that are all connected in opposite direction so they're like the slinky of sticky notes. I can just sit at my desk and play with them for a concerning amount of time. Mary hates them because she'll go to pick one up and the whole stack will follow and then fall off of her desk. But I think they're awesome.

Good Idea?

I've decided to start something new.
(Keep in mind that I often make promises I can't keep because I'm bipolar (quite literally) and often TOTALLY BELIEVE that I can do something and then it just never gets done.
But here's what I'm planning on doing, right at this moment:

I'm going to make a new little tab at the top of the blog and in it I'm going to put "WHAT I'M READING".
I'm going to try to update it every week with whatever I've been reading that week.
You may end up getting three weeks of the same book, or maybe it will be about whatever I had to read for school. If it's been a particularly busy week you might even end up getting something from the back of a cereal box. Only time will tell.

So yeah, that's what I'm going to try to do, just for some variety. I may or may not let you know in this normal part of the blog whether or not I've updated the reading page, or maybe I won't. Haven't thought that far ahead. I also don't know how interesting the books I'll be reading will be. Hopefully I'll be able to MAKE them interesting, even if they aren't. You know me, I'm a good storyteller. I'll make it work.

So what do you guys think? Good idea?

(ALSO: Junkers, I'll be there for the premier. You can count on it. 6ish okay?)

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Summer as an adult

Sup everybody.

So, summer has begun and.... now I am very boring.
I just work full time in the summer. In an office. I wear pencil skirts and bring my lunch to work everyday. It's all very adult and unexciting. This is summer as an adult.

This means that if I'm going to keep any of you guys interested I'm going to have to break into the archives...

I honestly can't think of anything right now but I promise that when something comes to me I will write it down and let you guys know as soon as possible.

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Finals week!

IT'S FINALS WEEK.
That's not really true though. Last week (which is supposed to be dead week) was basically finals week too. I had three final paper due, which I stayed up until 1:30 three consecutive nights to finish. I had another one due last night and then my American lit final today. It was another online one, just like my midterm.

Online finals are a tricky business. They can be really good for some people and really bad for others. They're really good for me because I feel more relaxed and I can get up to use the bathroom and fill my water and briefly pet my dog for a bit.
They can be really bad for those who are easily distracted (WHICH IS NOT ME CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF).

Anyway, MY FINAL. The midterm was terrible and this one was structure the same so I expected it to be terrible as well.
And it was.
Luckily there wasn't very much discussion on the whole structuralism/post-structuralism debate, though there was a lot of Modernism/Postmodernism, so I was able to just use all of the structuralism/post-structuralism stuff and then I wasn't rehashing the same thing in four essays. Yeah, IT WAS AN ESSAY TEST. I had two hours and there were FIVE OF THEM. I ran out of time, actually.

OH. And midway through the test the air-conditioning guy came and he was messing with the breakers and he TURNED OFF THE INTERNET AND I ALMOST HYPERVENTILATED BECAUSE IT WOULDN'T COME BACK ON AND IT WAS A TIMED ONLINE TEST. I lost like 10 minutes and I was terrified.

But I managed to get it done before time ran out, I just didn't get to go back and edit anything.

BUT IT'S DONE. And now I don't have anything until Thursday.
It's actually really weird.
I've been super internally stressing over the paper due last night (that I put off until last night) and this final and now they're both done and I have nothing to super stress over.
Not sure what to do.

Hm.

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DAVE

I'm blogging specifically to tell the Junker's that I'm coming over Monday night. Alert the family, Dave.

(Although I'm pretty sure Dusk already knows)

Remind me to tell you about my eye cancer!

(I don't actually have eye cancer, but acute bilateral uveitis sounds weird)

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Swear words and death threats

Okay, so this is to all of you who have been making fun of me for getting so worked up about Grey's Anatomy.
(ESPECIALLY THE IDIOT WHO TOLD ME "IT'S FICTION".)
WHOEVER YOU ARE: **** YOU.

I have been through ELEVEN SEASONS of this show. THAT'S 10 YEARS. 10 YEARS OF THE SAME CHARACTER WHO I HAVE GROWN TO LOVE AND CHERISH.
Many characters have been killed off over the years.
George, Mark, Lexie. Henry, Denny, Heather. HUNDREDS OF PATIENTS WHO I GREW VERY ATTACHED TO. SO MANY PEOPLE.

BUT DEREK?
DEREK IS THE MAN THE SHOW IS BUILT AROUND. I would rather them kill Meredith than Derek. I seriously would. AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD DEATH. IT WAS HORRIBLY WRITTEN.
The deal from the beginning was that Meredith and Derek would end up together. That was the deal. Whatever was thrown our way, we would take it, because we had the promise of their eternal happiness.
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.
My whole life is a lie.

SO DON'T TELL ME THAT IT'S JUST ******* FICTION.
I WILL KNIFE YOU.

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NOPE NOPE NOPE

EVERY SWEAR WORD I'VE EVER HEARD IN ANY LANGUAGE AS WELL AS ALL OF THE SWEAR WORDS I DON'T KNOW ARE RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD AND ALSO OUT OF MY MOUTH.

DEREK SHEPHERD IS DEAD.

GREY'S ANATOMY.

DEREK IS DEAD.

11 SEASONS.

I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED.

I CAN'T EVEN ARTICULATE.

I FEEL LIKE I'M IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE AND I'M JUST DRIFTING ALONG AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

I CAN'T- I DON'T-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

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End of the semester whatever

Finals are in two weeks.

TWO WEEKS AHH.

I have 4 papers due in the next 10 days and I'm either working, in class, or working on them. Or sleeping.

So summer will be here shortly and I will be back to working full time (that's what I do in the summer) and I'll be even more boring than I am right now. 9-5 in an office. So very adult.

The sugar thing is still on track! I actually bought Jack a chocolate chip muffin a few days ago (because I bribe him with baked goods to do his math homework) and I ate some of it and didn't even like it. It was too sweet. Which is great! I'm detoxing to the point where I don't like it!

Oh! So a few days ago I made a decision. Well, about a week ago, really. It was a momentous occasion and I've slowly been informing all of my friends of my great plan and they've all been very supportive so far.

So here it is. My decision.

I'm going to start dressing like an adult.

*jazz hands*

Specifically, a mid to late 20's adult.

High heeled boots and blazers. You should see my Pinterest right now. It's insane.

I have a friend (Kendra) who is basically my personal shopper/stylist and we've discussed what this future fashion movement looks like for me and she's going to help me achieve it.

We'll build slowly (don't worry mom, I won't go crazy right away) and fill my wardrobe with only specifically chosen, pre-approve pieces. This last weekend black jeans were bought. Next on the list is a grey blazer.

So yes. There's my very anti-clamatic, life altering decision.

It's all about confidence! I'm now at a place in my life where I want to put forth the effort and I actually have the effort to put forth and I want to do this. For myself.

So I'm going to start building my mid to late 20's adult wardrobe and be awesome and make all of the other 'age appropriate'ly dressed college students super jealous.

(I wore a blazer all day yesterday. To classes and everything.)

Also I got my hair cut today. This was a very cosmetic based post. Also very boring. But you're the one who took the time to read it, so that's on you. No complaining.

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College field trips are so fab

THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY COLLEGE CAREER JUST HAPPENED.

Okay, so I had a field trip for art today. (College fields trips are totally fab by the way.) We had a school bus that picked us up and we went to a mural downtown and a big pioneer thing also downtown and then these big stone things in Elmwood park, etc. We were even on a school bus. It was very nostalgic and super awesome. If all of my classes had field trips it would make college so much better.

ANYWAY, the fun trip came after we were done and on our way back to campus. So the driver missed the 'right to go left' loop thing and without that we would have had to go all the way down dodge and turn off onto 72nd or something and he didn't want to do that. There's a little stop light between campus and 72nd where people often make U-turns to avoid 72nd.
Keep in mind we're in a SCHOOL BUS.
So he decides that we're going to U-turn. He's basically taking up two lanes in preparation to make a wide turn and people are honking as they go by and it's this huge mess, and THEN HE ACTUALLY TAKES THE U-TURN and people are still honking and he's basically halted traffic and he's yelling, "YEAH, YOU LIKE THAT?" And then because it's only 4 lanes he HAD TO BACK UP AND REALIGN and so he's yelling, "YOU'RE GONNA LIKE THIS EVEN MORE." And we're all in the back holding onto our seats and laughing so hard until he finally righted the bus and managed to get us back to campus and it was the greatest bus ride of my life and I have been on many bus rides.

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Backdated blog post

BACK-DATED BLOG POST: this happened like a month and a half ago but I'm going to write it as if it happened right now. Here we go.

I had my American Lit midterm today. I'VE BEEN FREAKING OUT ABOUT IT. When I told my friend Kendra at the beginning of the semester that I was taking a class with Guerra the first thing out of her mouth was, STUDY FOR HIS MIDTERMS. So obviously that was going to make things worse in my brain. It was an online midterm which led to the question of where would I take it? Not in the dorm, because I am very distractable. Not in the library for the same reason. So I decided on my parent's house.

HOWEVER WHEN I GOT THERE IT TURNED OUT MY HOUSE WAS AKIN TO A TUBERCULOSIS SANATORIUM. They were all walking zombies passed out on any flat surface, wrapped in blankets, etc. At one point I got up to put a bowl in the dishwasher and my mom yelled, "NO, STOP. QUIT TOUCHING THINGS. JUST FINISH AND LEAVE."
Thanks mom.

So on to the midterm itself:
 We had two hours. It was basically all essays. I actually ran out of time on the last one. IT WAS AWFUL. I took it, packed up, and left.

BECAUSE THIS IS BACKDATED YOU GET TO HEAR THE ENDING.

So I got both my midterm and my two papers back. You remember, the ones that I ripped out in one Sunday night and live blogged through?

I GOT AN A- ON THE AM. LIT. ONE (the one I was most concerned abut because I did it between the hours of 11pm and 2am and it's an English class which mean they grade a bit more harshly.)

I GOT A 50/50 ON THE WORLD CIV ONE. (he said I demonstrated 'a clear understand of the text'. I seriously had no idea what that thing was about. I skimmed the book that afternoon. It was the one with the words I didn't understand.)

AND AN A ON THE MIDTERM THAT I DIDN'T QUITE FINISH.

As soon as I saw the grades I called my mom and and was bouncing up and down on Kendra's couch as I told her about it.
So there you have it kids, procrastination does pay.

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I feel so free

I still have some back dated things to post (THAT I'M WORKING ON WRITING) but I need to put in this brief interlude to let you guys know THAT I DROPPED MY STATS CLASS AND THIS IS THE HAPPIEST I HAVE BEEN IN SEVERAL WEEKS.

I called my mom, totally bawling, after taking 2 Xanax in an attempt to get through the freaking study guide for tomorrow's test and we both decided that my mental health is more important. I can suddenly breathe again. And everyone knows that once your mom says it's okay, it'r really okay and everything is so much better. Actually everything is just better after talking to your mom. It's just a fact of life. That, and snuggling a puppy, preferably your own.

So, thanks mom for being cool with it, and AHH I FEEL SO FREE. I immediately told all of my roommates about how happy I know am, still crying slightly and my face all red and they are all extremely excited for me.

So, a note for all of you kids out there. Mental health is more important and there are some really terrible teachers out there so watch out.

Also, love you mom.

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The skittle challenge

Okay, so this happened like 3 weeks ago and I’m just now getting it written. Everything will be sort of back dated for a little while. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY.

So on Saturday night (3 weeks ago) we were having dinner (Me, little brother, mom, dad, Allen-who-is-little-brother’s-friend, and Cady-who-is-my-friend-and-happens-to-be-Allen’s-little-sister).

We were discussing the disappearance of a certain 54oz. bag of skittles from our kitchen counter… 

Exhibit A

Little brother just shrugged and said, “It’s in my room.” Something happened next though I can’t remember what, but in the end it culminates to my father saying, “It’s not like the flavors mean anything. You can’t tell.” Cady immediately piped in, “I can tell.” quietly, as little brother huffed in indignation, announcing that he also could tell the difference. Thus, the challenge was born.

It was mom who suggested it. I blind taste test. I gathered dish towels to blindfold them while little brother waded through his trash heap of a room to find them (he’s been sleeping in my bedroom because his is such a mess. Seriously. That’s a sign.) I, of course, could not participate because I’m off sugar and skittles are basically little balls of pure sugar dyed different colors.

One at a time I gave each of them a different colored skittle, holding it up so my dad could mark down what they really had, before letting them eat it.

It was a brilliant system. I made up a little chart and everything (pictured at the bottom) that he recorded everything on. They would hold up their color before eating it so that we could compare, etc.

The results were as follows:

Cady: 5/5

Allan:3/5

Little Brother: 0/5

Little brother guessed red twice and was wrong both times.

He is terrible.

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Noteote

I apologize for my lack of correspondence, life has been CRAZY.
But I have many stories in the bank (including the results of those 2 terrible papers...) and hopefully I'll be posting soon. As in tomorrow.

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The night from hell, Part 8

DONE.

DONE.

DONE.

IM DOOOONNNEE.

And it's only 1:35! 25 minutes ahead of schedule. I have completed two, five page papers today and am now going to bed.

That is all.

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The night from hell, Part 7

PAGE FOUR AND A HALF.

I skipped right over the completion of page three. I was on a roll. But I'm starting to drag... I'm going to have to wrap this up quick before I lose all mental capability. The weird thing is that I'm not really tired. Just tired of thinking. Hypothetically I could probably stay up for another 2 hours and watch a movie (not that I'm going to.)

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The night from hell, Part 6

PAGE TWO IS DONE.

I'm zipping right along! But I'm getting a little tired... Maybe a snack... A snack? Definitely a snack. But what to have for my snack?

I've been eating a lot of fresh fruit with sugar-free cool whip. It satisfied the sugar craving without ruining the sugar ban I have placed upon myself. Strawberries and blueberries are my favorite.

It's a fabulous alternative to ice cream. But I don't think that's what I want right now... This is so difficult. This is much more difficult than the actual paper. Ugh.

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