Do you ever feel like you are completely mentally drained? Like there's nothing left in your brain? It's just up there sloshing around?
I have a theory:
College is a zombie and research papers are the straws they jab into your head to suck out all of your brains. That's why you feel drained. College has been eating your brains.
If I've learned anything in college, I've learned that. I'm considering using it as my thesis for my master's degree. Thoughts?
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
I like Brisk...and I definitely don't mean the tea.
I don't mind winter. Really. I actually love winter when it's 70 degrees and you have to wear a scarf with your jeans and light jacket. Oh no wait...that's fall. I hate winter. I think I would like it if I moved somewhere warm, somewhere where I could be outside all the time. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want it to be summer all year long. That would get old. But I like fall because it's brisk. It's a little cooler and there is a crispness in the air that's just so refreshing. Winter is harsh and I can never seem to put on enough layers. It's miserable.
I told my friends a story about a woman who used to work with my mom. She lived somewhere up north with her husband, and every winter he was miserable. He hated the cold; he never wanted to leave his house; he became grumpy and often depressed. So, one winter he decided to move to Latin America from January until March. He spent the time learning Spanish and doing some sort of missions or volunteer work. He's done it every year since.
My friends thought this sounded horrible. How could a man leave his wife for three months every year because of a little cold? Well, I promise his wife was a lot happier than had he been depressed at home. In the past week my friends have come to realize that I am that man. Haha. I could never live further north than North Carolina, not without flying south for the winter. I don't get depressed or anything, but I hate not being able to go outside and I hate feeling so cold I can't move and can't feel face. (Although, can you ever really feel your face?)
I do like snow though. At least for a few days out of the year. It's so beautiful and I have so much fun playing in it. But with the exception of those few days...I really really hate the cold.
Random side note: I watched Beauty and the Beast last night for the first time since I was a little girl. It was amazing! I love that movie. This is my favorite line that Belle sings:
"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell."
If I were a Disney princess, that would be my song.
Random side note #2: I went to give blood last week and they turned me away because I didnt' have an appointment. I went to give blood today with an appointment and after 45 minutes of waiting, my iron was too low. I knew I should have put spinach in my salad for lunch. After Christmas break I won't be able to donate for a year. Sad news. But on the upside I got the sticker that says, "I made a difference." Even though I didn't really.
I told my friends a story about a woman who used to work with my mom. She lived somewhere up north with her husband, and every winter he was miserable. He hated the cold; he never wanted to leave his house; he became grumpy and often depressed. So, one winter he decided to move to Latin America from January until March. He spent the time learning Spanish and doing some sort of missions or volunteer work. He's done it every year since.
My friends thought this sounded horrible. How could a man leave his wife for three months every year because of a little cold? Well, I promise his wife was a lot happier than had he been depressed at home. In the past week my friends have come to realize that I am that man. Haha. I could never live further north than North Carolina, not without flying south for the winter. I don't get depressed or anything, but I hate not being able to go outside and I hate feeling so cold I can't move and can't feel face. (Although, can you ever really feel your face?)
I do like snow though. At least for a few days out of the year. It's so beautiful and I have so much fun playing in it. But with the exception of those few days...I really really hate the cold.
Random side note: I watched Beauty and the Beast last night for the first time since I was a little girl. It was amazing! I love that movie. This is my favorite line that Belle sings:
"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell."
If I were a Disney princess, that would be my song.
Random side note #2: I went to give blood last week and they turned me away because I didnt' have an appointment. I went to give blood today with an appointment and after 45 minutes of waiting, my iron was too low. I knew I should have put spinach in my salad for lunch. After Christmas break I won't be able to donate for a year. Sad news. But on the upside I got the sticker that says, "I made a difference." Even though I didn't really.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Kinky falls
So I was sitting in my 8am Spanish class, and Rosario (the TA/professor/teacher/whateveryoucallher from Spain still trying to increase her English vocabulary) was trying to get us to talk about a reading we had done. In the reading this guy was writing secret messages to a girl saying "Te estoy observando" (I am watching you).
Rosario: "How kinky! That's a word right? Kinky?"
Class: (laughing) "Yea"
Rosario: (thinking) "Kinky....kinky....OH! No, creepy. How creepy!"
Later on in the class, a guy contracted a severe case of the hiccups. Rosario is walking around class talking as usual and all of a sudden she jumps down to the guy's level and screams at him in a Spanish accent, "AYE!!" We all jump and look at her like what did you just do? "Well?" she asks him, "are your hiccups gone?" Best moment in Spanish class EVER!
After Spanish I usually go to the gym, but today I left my wallet back in my dorm room and therefore did not have my OneCard, so I took it as a sign that I should return to my dorm and take a long nap. My bed is bunked on top of my roomate, Mary's, and the ladders on either end are blocked by the wall and by a dresser. So, we have a small hollow stool (we use it to store food) that sits beside our beds so that I can hoist myself into bed at night. When I woke up today from my nap I swung my feet over the side of my bed and aimed to jump down onto the stool. Unfortuantely I missed by a mile and instead sent myself flailing over the side of my bed landing hip first on the floor sprawled out, heart pounding, and with serious hip pain (ok not too serious...but I did just fall from the top bunk). When Mary walked back into the room, being the kind roomate that she is, she said, "I wish I could have seen that. Haha. Thank God my laundry was there to break your fall." Yes Mary, I'm very glad that one lonely tank top was there...had it been somewhere else that would have been one uncomfortable fall.
Mental image for the day: a cow running in Russia. Thank you Julia and Kaylee for that one.
Rosario: "How kinky! That's a word right? Kinky?"
Class: (laughing) "Yea"
Rosario: (thinking) "Kinky....kinky....OH! No, creepy. How creepy!"
Later on in the class, a guy contracted a severe case of the hiccups. Rosario is walking around class talking as usual and all of a sudden she jumps down to the guy's level and screams at him in a Spanish accent, "AYE!!" We all jump and look at her like what did you just do? "Well?" she asks him, "are your hiccups gone?" Best moment in Spanish class EVER!
After Spanish I usually go to the gym, but today I left my wallet back in my dorm room and therefore did not have my OneCard, so I took it as a sign that I should return to my dorm and take a long nap. My bed is bunked on top of my roomate, Mary's, and the ladders on either end are blocked by the wall and by a dresser. So, we have a small hollow stool (we use it to store food) that sits beside our beds so that I can hoist myself into bed at night. When I woke up today from my nap I swung my feet over the side of my bed and aimed to jump down onto the stool. Unfortuantely I missed by a mile and instead sent myself flailing over the side of my bed landing hip first on the floor sprawled out, heart pounding, and with serious hip pain (ok not too serious...but I did just fall from the top bunk). When Mary walked back into the room, being the kind roomate that she is, she said, "I wish I could have seen that. Haha. Thank God my laundry was there to break your fall." Yes Mary, I'm very glad that one lonely tank top was there...had it been somewhere else that would have been one uncomfortable fall.
Mental image for the day: a cow running in Russia. Thank you Julia and Kaylee for that one.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Bananas
Bananas are a tricky thing. Everyone likes them a certain way. I happen to like them only when they have a little green and absolutely no brown to them. I hate when they get squishy...and I hate that when I try to open one I inevitably squish the top part. I was beginning to think it is impossible not to squish it in the opening process. People may be offended when scientist say we evolved from monkeys, but those little guys figured out one of life's hardest challenges: how to open a banana. Some may laugh and think this is ridiculous, but can anyone really say they have NEVER struggled to open a banana? I think not.
I finally resorted to using a knife. But lately my laziness has taken over and I can't trouble myself to go get a knife to cut the top off with. So, I usually get someone else to open it for me...pathetic I realize. But today ladies and gentlemen, I have done a great thing. Some may compare it to the work of Einstein or Galileo, some to walking on the moon...I, my friends, opened a banana...by myself...without squishing it. How you may ask?? I flicked it. A friend told me the other day to just flick it. You hold the stem so that the banana curves up and towards you, and then you flick it down. The stem just snaps right off. It's truly amazing. So thank you to my friends who taught me one of life's greatest lessons.
*Disclaimer: when using the flick technique, your banana may fall on the floor, be flung against the wall, or fly across the room and hit someone in the face. In the first two instances, the five second rule applies. In the last instance, by all means laugh at the poor kid, and then kindly offer them your banana...it's only fair since you just smacked them in the face with a flying banana and then laughed at them.
Why am I writing about bananas? Well, I made this blog and figured I'd better fill it with something...and bananas were the first thing that came to mind...hence the URL--also I'm the kind of person that would probably slip on a banana peel.
To end this banana rant, I close with a song my mother used to sing to me:
I'm Chaquita banana and I've come to say
Bananas have to ripen in a certain way
When they are flecked with brown and have a golden hue (gross)
Bananas taste the best and are the best for you
You can put them in a salad
You can bake them in a pie-aye
Any way you want to eat them
It's impossible to beat them
But bananas like the climate of the very very tropical equator
So you should never put bananas in the refrigerator
But really, that last part is good advice. Ask my friend Dana. It's a sad sad tale of bananas gone bad. (haha. you see what I did there? ok if you're going to read this blog, you have to appreciate puns...both good and bad)
I finally resorted to using a knife. But lately my laziness has taken over and I can't trouble myself to go get a knife to cut the top off with. So, I usually get someone else to open it for me...pathetic I realize. But today ladies and gentlemen, I have done a great thing. Some may compare it to the work of Einstein or Galileo, some to walking on the moon...I, my friends, opened a banana...by myself...without squishing it. How you may ask?? I flicked it. A friend told me the other day to just flick it. You hold the stem so that the banana curves up and towards you, and then you flick it down. The stem just snaps right off. It's truly amazing. So thank you to my friends who taught me one of life's greatest lessons.
*Disclaimer: when using the flick technique, your banana may fall on the floor, be flung against the wall, or fly across the room and hit someone in the face. In the first two instances, the five second rule applies. In the last instance, by all means laugh at the poor kid, and then kindly offer them your banana...it's only fair since you just smacked them in the face with a flying banana and then laughed at them.
Why am I writing about bananas? Well, I made this blog and figured I'd better fill it with something...and bananas were the first thing that came to mind...hence the URL--also I'm the kind of person that would probably slip on a banana peel.
To end this banana rant, I close with a song my mother used to sing to me:
I'm Chaquita banana and I've come to say
Bananas have to ripen in a certain way
When they are flecked with brown and have a golden hue (gross)
Bananas taste the best and are the best for you
You can put them in a salad
You can bake them in a pie-aye
Any way you want to eat them
It's impossible to beat them
But bananas like the climate of the very very tropical equator
So you should never put bananas in the refrigerator
But really, that last part is good advice. Ask my friend Dana. It's a sad sad tale of bananas gone bad. (haha. you see what I did there? ok if you're going to read this blog, you have to appreciate puns...both good and bad)
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