Mumbo Jumbo

I got a pickle, I got a pickle, I got a pickle, hey hey hey HEY!

I'm eating dinner. I'm a bit disappointed in the dinner. The Student Nurse made Lemon Herb Chicken in the crock pot today. It's just not very flavorful. I am not dissing her cooking, let's just get that up front. She is disappointed in it too.

So I am supplementing my baked potato with Kosher dill pickles. Really healthy, right?

Anywho, Spring Break is right around the corner. And boy! I need it. As you have probably noticed (or not noticed, I don't know how many people are actually reading since I have really been slacking on my posts), I've been busy and not blogging as much. I don't think I am any more weighed down this semester than I was last semester really, but I think it is just that the two semesters combined are starting to get to me. I think I am also working a bit harder to pull my GPA up. Not that my GPA is real low or anything, but I would definitely like to stay above a 3.0. That's my goal. I can do it.

Let's see...I'm trying to think of some more news from my mind, but I just can't seem to wrap my head around any strong thoughts. It's all mumbly jumbly up in there lately. So forgive me.

Here, I will make you a deal. Here is a cute picture of my new kit-kat, Raven to make up for all the time I haven't been blogging.

:D

I Must Be Getting Old

I feel as if celebrities, or people who could possibly one day become a celebrity, are just getting younger and younger. For instance, this young fella, Greyson Chance.

This kid is really good, don't ya think? He definitely has great potential, and will probably eventually get signed to a record label. Whether or not he becomes really famous is up to chance, no pun intended. I mean, no one thought Lady Gaga was going to be around long, but look where she went. She can show up to the Grammys in an egg and everyone thinks it's fantastic. She can wear a dress made out of meat for goodness sakes.

So anyway, back to my original ranting. Greyson Chance is just too young. I think I read somewhere that he is 11. He's only been in double digits for 2 years people. If he does make it to the big time, I just pray that the media doesn't try to make him into a sex idol. Let's take Justin Bieber for example. His birthday is tomorrow actually. How old will he be? Seventeen. He isn't even old enough to vote, or join the military, but he is influencing teens, and older folks too, everywhere. And young girls everywhere are swooning over him left and right.

If I said that Justin Bieber was hot, that would be wrong. If I said that Greyson Chance was going to be a real heart-throb when he gets older, that could be considered cradle robbing. I'm not into all that you know.

Let's start a movement to get some young 20-somethings on the scene. I would really appreciate that.

Hi...It's Been a While

It's been about two weeks since I last posted anything. I have been thinking for about a week how long it has been since I blogged, but I just kept putting it off. It really is harder to get started again once you stop for a little while.

But, here I am world. I feel like I don't have a whole lot to talk about. Have you ever felt like you are just going through life and your daily routines on auto-pilot? I feel as if that's how my past two weeks have been.

I get up. I think about when I can take a nap. I get ready for school. I make my lunch and make my coffee and run out the door. I sit in class for about 7 hours a day. I come home and hopefully take a little nap. Then I wake up an hour later and feel bad for taking a nap and wasting so much time. So then I have dinner, either making it myself or eating whatever The Student Nurse fixes. Then homework. Then shower. Then a little TV time in bed. Lights out.

That is what I've been doing every day. Without even really thinking about it. I am getting in the groove of the semester and my routine is getting old. Don't get me wrong, I love to have a plan and know what's going on and when, but I need a little variety in my life. This is just ridiculous.

My life is void of excitement right now. I need something to add spice. Any ideas?

Rescue

Ladies and gentlemen! Come right up and take a seat; it's story time!

This is a rescue mission people. A straight up rescue mission. Of my pharmacy school name tag. A name tag? Yes. My name tag needed rescuing today. And here is the account of how I, along with semi-help from The Student Nurse, saved it.

I had a lab today, Pharmaceutics to be exact. We compounded capsules. It was great! I had never done anything like that before and it was so fun. I just love pharmacy school. I get to have so many great experiences that I wouldn't get to have anywhere else. But that's not the point. Or actually, it lends to the point because in this lab, I have to wear a lab coat every time we meet. On my lab coat, I have to wear a name tag. My name tag is very special because it has my name on it (duh) and the name of the school, and it just looks super fancy. I really love it. It makes me feel kind of superior...

Anyway, The Student Nurse came to school with me when I had to go to lab. She was going to sit in the computer lab and do homework and such while I was in class. Two hours later, and I am done with lab. I took my lab coat off, but left my name tag clipped on. It is important to note here that my name tag is two pieces and held on clothing by a magnet.

So I walk into the computer lab and sit beside The Student Nurse. In the computer lab, there is a long countertop across one wall that is pretty tall, like a bar, and there are rolly seats that you can sit at while at the counter. The Student Nurse was sitting at the counter, at the end, so I sit beside her. I was really tired so I throw my book bag on the floor and throw my lab coat on the counter. The Student Nurse and I talk for a little while, with me overusing the word "viscous". I was really thirsty, and she just wasn't budging, so I told her that my mouth felt very viscous. She told me that she didn't like that word, so I kept repeating it, trying to get her to leave.

Finally, she started to pack her stuff up. I pick up my book bag, throw it over my shoulders, then grab my lab coat. Apparently, my name tag on my lab coat got hung on the crack between the counter and the wall. I didn't notice that it was hung up, so I kept pulling on my lab coat. I feel a small snag, look back, and I see my name tag fall in the crack. Now, the crack is just big enough for my name tag to fit in there. And not much else can get int he crack because it is so teeny. You might think, "Doesn't the crack between the wall and the counter come out the bottom too?" No. It was caulked on the bottom and not the top. Now, that was not the smartest decision that a builder has ever made let me tell you.

So there my name tag, my precious name tag that I worked so hard for, lying in the crack between a wall and a counter. The Student Nurse doubles over laughing so hard while tears well up in my eyes. I can't see of any way that I am going to be able to get it out. But I am not going to give up without a fight. That is my name tag and the crack CANNOT HAVE IT!

The Student Nurse, between gasping breaths for air, mentions getting a nail file and trying to scoop out the name tag. I do happen to have a nail file in my bag, because I carry my whole life in my bag. I carry everything in my bag, except for my bed, and I have even Stumbled Upon beds that would probably fit in my bag, and I am going to look into it.

So I dig out my nail file, but it's too small to grab the name tag and scoop it out of the crack. I'm panicking. The thought of trying to find a janitor and telling him about my dilemma , and then making him take down the whole counter just so I can get my name tag crosses my mind. I would do it too.

However, before taking that drastic step, I get some random papers out of my bag and fold them over so they are a bit thick. I stick the papers down the crack...and I still can't get my name tag out. Ok, crack between the wall and the counter, you asked for it. It's on.

The Student Nurse, again coming up for air between laughing fits, tells me that I should sit on the edge of the counter, to see if I can make the crack a bit bigger. Now the thought that is running through my mind was this: "I'm going to sit on the edge of the counter, the counter is going to come unattached from the wall, and I and the counter are going to fall to the floor in a crumbling heap. And then I am going to have to explain to everyone how I ruined the computer lab." But, even tearing the counter away from the wall and possibly risking injury to myself, I know my name tag needs me.

So I climb on top of the counter (by standing on the rolly chairs mind you, not very safe). I lean over the crack and stick my folded up papers back in. Then, I scrap the papers along the crack and scoop upwards. What comes up along with the papers? MY NAME TAG!

I finally succeeded in retrieving it from the black depths of the crack. The crack was defeated!

I feel like such a hero.

Watch This!

That is all. :)

Oh! Wait..one more thing...I have a video blog (vlog) now with The Student Nurse. Go here and subscribe! Be a cool dude!

Danger!

Snow. It's snowing. It's snowing a lot.

I had to drive in it on my way home from school. It wasn't fun. Actually...it was really scary. Probably the most scary. Ever. Or that I have ever driven in at least. Here's a pic I took as I was coming home. And yes, I was snapping camera pics while driving in this mess. I know...it might have made the drive a little bit more scary than it should have been, but I had to document my fearful journey home.

I wanted to make it large just so you could really see what was going on. Let me break it down for you.

First of all, notice the water droplets on my windshield. That is the snow melting as soon as it hits my window because I have my heater on full blast because I'm freakin' freezing. And my car takes forever to heat up. But, as I was going about 15, on the highway, there was actually plenty of time for my car to heat up before I got home.

Second, look at the position of my windshield wipers. See how they are obscuring the view? That was only the beginning of it. Snow was falling so hard, and so fast, that I literally could not see out my back windshield. The snow was piling up too fast for my back defroster to really work. I think that's a big part of why it was so scary to drive home, I couldn't see anything behind me.

Third, look at the car in front of me. What color is that car? No, really look close. You can't really tell, right? And you can't tell what color the car is because there is so much snow. What you also can't tell about that car is that it constantly had its brake lights on. That's dumb, people! Snow is slick, didn't anyone ever tell you that? Brakes and snow don't really mix that well, so go slow in the first place and tap your brakes, don't ride on the brakes.

Fourth, and i think this is a very important one, notice that I am being passed by a huge truck on the left side. It's snowing, didn't you notice? That means you should probably slow down. Just because you are driving a big truck that has four-wheel drive doesn't mean that you should creep (and by creep, I mean come up behind me really fast and scare the livin' daylights out of me because I couldn't see out my back windshield in the first place) up and blow right by me. You are part of the reason (along with the car in front of me that is riding the brakes) that driving the in snow really sucks.

The last thing that I think you should notice about the picture is this: I couldn't even seen 20 feet in front of me the whole way home. The snow was that bad. Have I said that the snow was bad enough times? It was. Really bad.

Oh, by the way, the color of the car in front of me? It was red.

Frats...and Subs

Whew...I haven't written a post in a long while, huh? I think school is trying to take me away from my blogging world. HA! Not really, I'm just super lazy.

Nothing much has really happened in my life. I've gone class. I've made some delicious meals, like Coq au Vin. I've slept. I've drank some really awful wine. I've studied (a teeny bit). I've played Wii Fit (YAY!). Oh, and of course, I've showered several times since we last spoke.

But, I've also decided to join a fraternity at school. I know, I'm a girl. But apparently pharmacy school doesn't discriminate between the sexes (except for calling the groups fraternities) and guys and gals are allowed into each fraternity.

"A fraternity," you may ask? Parties, drinking, blah blah. Not what I really want to get into. However, these are community service fraternities. Yes, of course they are going to host parties, but the main purpose of each fraternity is to do good things like raise money for breast cancer or diabetes.

So, I decided I needed to branch out and join one of these fraternities. It is going to look good on a curriculum vitae at least. And that is going to help me get a good job.

This week, each fraternity had a night where the new prospective members could come and get to meet the existing members and find out what each fraternity is really about. There are three fraternities to choose from. At the beginning of the week, I had it narrowed down to two. Not bad. But I was expecting it to be a hard decision.

Fortunately, it was so easy to chose which fraternity I liked the most. This particular fraternity's theme was "Game Night." All the existing members were very nice and welcoming. I had a very good time and I knew that the next fraternity was really going to have to blow this one out of the waters for me to even consider it.

Well, the next night I went to the second fraternity night. This one's theme was "Trivia Night." Did it blow the other one out of the water? Hm...it actually just blowed. It was awful. The existing members basically ostracized the new prospective members by sitting far from us and not socializing at all with us. I didn't feel welcome at all. It felt as if they didn't really want any new members.

So after the really good night, and the really bad night, it was very clear which fraternity I wanted to be a part of. I'm gad my decision making process was made easy for me.

I have the worst trouble with making decisions. For example, I was at Sheets the other day and I was going to order a chicken sub. Did that happen? Nope. Want to know why? Because I had too many choices and could not make up my mind within a reasonable amount of time. There was just screen after screen of choices, from cheese to condiments. I couldn't handle it. It was stressful and horrible.

There is something wrong with me if I cant even make a decision about a chicken sub.