Another avoidance tactic

Cool site though.  Click on the picture and you'll go to a site where you can upload your own photos and do cool things to them.  A lot like what I did with one of my lamer photos.

Enjoy and your welcome.

Museum by dumpr.net

It kind of proves the idea that if enough people are look at something at the same time; anything can appear to look interesting.  Am I not right?

A List: of that which surrounds me

As usual when I need to be studying, here is a list of most of the things that are next to me on top my bed. Sorry only a list; no time for captions.

• velcro "sticky back" tabs
• half a cup of tea and apple juice
• a bag of all natural, no preservatives potato chips
• bits of different types of fabric
• a basket of sewing supplies 
• a hand made card
• cell phone
• lighter
• laundry basket with garments
• book bag
• glasses
• half a box of milk duds
• lame stickers
• three pairs of scissors
• leftover box from this morning's kolaches
• folder of various papers and magazine cutouts
• a page protector full of various papers
• three pillows
• wordy stickers
• my MacBook
• brown thread
• pin cushion and pins
• my keys
• usual bed items; sheets, comforter, blanket; and
• yours truly

I have a full size bed, but it's still a bit crowed up here.

Rehearsal for the Week

I hate Sundays.  Let my qualify that; I hate Sundays currently while I'm taking summer classes.  I put everything off un-school related  just to make it through the week and once it ends I avoid any preparation for the next one as if it was...  well exactly what it is.  I then spend Sundays  attempting to study (key word here is attempting) and trying to put together tactics to make it through the fallowing week that will fall flat as soon as Monday comes around.  Sunday become the rehearsal for the week, and it never is pleasant. Right now its a little after 1 o'clock and I cannot sleep yet again.  I think my sub-conscious is rationalizing  that until I fall asleep it's not Sunday yet (even though it is), because the day ends when you fall asleep.  

And so on that thought I will part by saying this is one time I wish the week was shorter. 

 By a day. 

 A Sunday.

How cool is that?

Usually my post have some sort of topical relevance, but to I'm feeling more stream of conscious.  So there are a few this's and that's and maybe a list. Please try to follow along, or not.  Whatever.

To start, I'm watching Eli Stone and right in the middle of this big dramatic scene, you see a bit of saliva flying out of Eli's mouth.   Of course this lead to me replaying it several time to study it and try to reproduce the act myself.  No luck though; I even tried it with hand gestures.  Looking over this I guess it is a bit wordy of me to say where his saliva can from.  Where else would saliva come from?

I just recently watched Fiddler On the Roof all they way through and for a few days fallowing the viewing I have every Jewish related Broadway song going through my head in one giant mash up.  This also includes a song from Spamalot.

I now only need to wear one shoe.  I got put in cast yesterday, but thankfully it's removable so I can take it off to itch, and ohh does it ever.  I'm going through lotion like their about to stop making it all together. You never thing about how important your skin is to thermoregulation until it's completely incased in a unbreathable material.  It did give me a decent excuse to go shoe shopping, however, to reduce the wobbling.  This all lead me to thing about how you can only by shoes in pairs, despite the fact that I only need one.  Here is a list of the things that I can think of that only come in pairs;

• Shoes
• gloves
• earrings
  
• twins
• turtle doves

And finally, I bought this journal that actually encourages you you destroy it.  How cool is that? Each page list a different destructive act with all of the grossness such a task deserves.  My favorite is a page where you eat a colorful candy and make a drawing on the page with your tongue.

Subject A

Subject A, let's call her Jenn, put on a band-aid at 7:45 am (minimum) and took it of at 10:00 pm (maximum.) What can be concluded about the band-aid and Jenn?

Conclusions:

a) Jenn has really good band-aids;

b) based of of what was left on the band-aid upon removal, Jenn needs to bathe; and

c) Jenn really needs to get back to her statistics homework.

Thus ends the problem.

 

Ice is Nice

I am feeling my ankle too much.   Need to get it frozen.   Ice is nice.

Need to sleep.

Consider Yourself Warned

I just got my passport renewed and the picture came out hideous.  It was like my driver's license, school I.D. and some homeless person combined.    So I decided to play around in photo booth to see if I could, in fact take a decent picture.  Need less to say things quickly took a turn in a different direction.

The results (consider yourself warned):

Love:Hate

I love my MacBook, I really do.  It's just that sometimes I want to let it swim with the fishes.  We have a love:hate relationship really.  When I try to love it so it doesn't hate me; it loves to hate me regardless.  Have I once let it get wet? No.  Have I dropped it?  Well yes, but its usually was a short trip to the ground and had a soft landing.  Have I let it go out without a cover? Not usually.   Then why must it lead me on with its awesomeness only to go horribly wrong.  I always have said that chose an Apple because I can get fix by a real person if need be, but must  it be so frequently?  The Apple Nerds know me.  How sad is that?  The latest problem is that it has gone mute and the only evidence that I have is a red light where the head phones plug goes.  Maybe I depend on it too much.  I have no television so it is my main form of visual entertainment when I am home.  That is why something like the sound not working so disastrous.  What is a girl to do now?

So I have made an appointment at 5:15 Monday to have the Nerds look at it and at that time I will also post this to ceremonially mark my yet another visit to the apple store.  Oh what fun.

Options

Part of me is say that I need to get my apartment is some for of order be, to get the smell out of my refrigerator, to shower, go to the gym, and take my laundry to be washed because there is no way in hell that half of this stuff is going to happen once I go back to school.

The other part is say to just go see a movie and it will all work out in then end.

I honestly don't know what side to listen to.