Please excuse me in advance for my limited blogging this week and possibly next week. I'm re-discovering how adjusting to a new medication is seriously the pits and also dealing with the fact that I'll be having a funeral to go to within the next 10 days. I also expect work to be a waking nightmare tomorrow, but I'll get over it.
P.S. Please pretend that I am not here and/or that I am sleeping. That's what my roommates are meant to think, even though I am just ignoring them. Thank goodness for private rooms!
I'm saved! Starting Tuesday I will have four new TAs to train and bring up in my likeness. Basically I've decided to be a slave driver these first few weeks until they get into gear. Just kidding. Seriously, though, I cannot handle another week like this one! I am sooo uber stinkin' wiped out that I'm just about to fall over. But at least the week is over (basically) and I only have one class tomorrow.
Now I just need the kitchen dilemma solved. Stupid kitchen. Pig roommates (I did not just say that). Nice girls, but man alive! Even my sister isn't this messy!
"Each of us will have our own Fridays--those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
"But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death--Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
"No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come."
OK. So, there's this guy in my Doctrine and Covenants class whom I shall from hence forward call SharkBoy (not to be confused with Shark Bate). And that's really all I have to say about that for the time being, except that he talked to me today in class and it was nice to be noticed for once.
Speaking of being noticed, I forced conversation out of J-Dawg for about 5-10 minutes today. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but it was at the very least polite (more of me than him).
My title for this post is totally not true. In fact, it's a flat out lie. Yes, I am officially declaring myself addicted to the Board and there is nothing I can do about it. Except maybe apply to be a writer, but that will only feed my addiction.
Almost I purchased Second Hand Lions today, but Prince of Egypt took precedence because my parents own SHL. Maybe Friday when I've been paid my 130-something dolla's.
And I just want you all to know that 10 degrees is nothing close to the 20 degree high we were supposedly going to have today. And, being that I work all day tomorrow and will have the need to wear open-toed high heels, I expect to have frost-bitten toes by the time I reach my place of dwelling in the evening.
Only 5 more days of One Stop and I only have to work 4 of them, a grand total of 20 hours. Fear not, though. The paychecks will keep coming and get substantially larger next week after labs start. There shall be shoutings of great joy in my savings account once more.
Except, really, he probably never said anything like what I'm about to say. But just the same, I think he was a great man that lead a great movement that has a great place in history. And that's enough "greats" for the night.
And here is what I have to say: This happens to be something my mother told me about two weeks ago when I had my mental breakdown about coming back to Cougar Town. She said something to the effect of, "Sometimes our hearts have to be broken. It's like the Grinch- if our heart doesn't break then it doesn't have room to grow."
Heaven and God both know I've had a broken heart or two. Some worse than others and some that I'm still "growing" from, but I think, in the end, I'll be glad of this life experience and I'll be glad I didn't quit. I'm also pretty sure I'll thank the Lord for letting me grow through broken hearts.
It's like what good ol' Dr. Seuss said, "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." I'm still learning to smile. And sometimes that means shedding a few tears.
(Yeah, ok. Maybe this would have been better as a Sick-puke day (read Valentine's Day) Svithe but it's happening now.)
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I think if work doesn't pick up soon, I shall die of boredom or become insanely insane. And I think that I am glad I don't have to go to work until Tuesday, even though Tuesday I work from 8-5 (sort of with a two hour break, though, what with devotional and then lunch. But at least I get paid to watch devotional).
"Do you know where I can find contact lens?" "Pardon?" "Contact lens... you know, for your eye. Do you know where I can find?" *staring* "Umm... Walmart?" (Is this a trick question?) "Oh. So you don't sell them here?" "No...." "You don't sell them anywhere on campus?" "Uh..."
It's been uberly quiety at work today. I hope I get to work Information as soon as- well, for the rest of the day.
Funny thing. I'll ask people if they need help finding anything and they'll say, "Yeah. Financial services," and point directly to where they are going. So... you need help or you don't? But it's all good.
Ton of homework to do tonight and I'm not so excited about it. There's just a lot of reading for D&C. I mean, it's not hard, you know? Just not fun, either. But there is a quiz and an assignment due tomorrow. k. Back to work. Click to assist me End.
It's been a year now since my friend was brutally murdered and they're just now getting around to having a trial. Yeah, I don't really understand how time works into things here, but I'd have figured it would have played a little more important role. Anyway, and least it's happening. The local paper's article was much more graphic, but you don't need to read it. The worst part is that she was trying to do what was right, trying to get back her life...
Check out my freakin' awesome crayons I bought at Target yesterday. Which, by the way, did not cost $17.99 but rather $15.99*. My crayons are now organized by color because that's how they should be. And they look prettier that way.
I also bought a sweet Precious Moments coloring book. Yeah, I'm cool. Bask in my coolness because you will never find another 20-year old quite like me.
This, however, is something I do not understand. Four colors are so not worth it. 150 colors are totally *worth it, though, especially since there is a crayon called "Manatee" and it includes glitter and metallic colors.
Did you know that there is a Silly Putty Store? Do you remember that stuff? I loved it. I had glow in the dark Silly Putty once. And color changing. And normal, but no one cares about normal.
On a side note, I can't believe I don't have a shopping label yet. What kind of female consumer does that make me?