How does one find out they have this talent?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Texxxxt
SHANNON: Apparently atmospheric and oceanic sciences is a very difficult class and I was unaware...
JOELLE: I'm considering dropping this whole "school" thing as well. We can be bums together.
SHANNON: Let's drop out and get better jobs like ice road truckers or king crab fishermen.
JOELLE: And be constantly surrounded by men.
SHANNON: Foolproof!
JOELLE: I'm considering dropping this whole "school" thing as well. We can be bums together.
SHANNON: Let's drop out and get better jobs like ice road truckers or king crab fishermen.
JOELLE: And be constantly surrounded by men.
SHANNON: Foolproof!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
"I pop it, and lock it, and break, and....oh yeah, I crump"
The kid has more talent at age 4 than I will ever achieve in my entire lifetime.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Smiley Face French Fries
I finally got that job I needed. Babysitting. Aka playing in a park with the occasional Play-Doh break. It's only two times a week; sometimes three. Nothing big, but I figure that the extra cash I'll have from this semester alone will be enough to pay for a decent ski trip this winter. So all-in-all: TOTALLY WORTH IT!!!!
I've come to the intriguing and epiphany-like conclusion that being busy is the key to my success. I need to be busy. Literally, NEED. Being busy forces me to prioritize. Prioritizing forces me to be productive. Productivity forces me to succeed. Like I said, business is the key to my success.
This all came about around hour 4 in the library. I had done four solid hours of homework; something that I don't believe has been accomplished since finals last year. I actually STUDIED. You know, not doing busy work or writing an essay, but reviewing information in order to commit it to memory. I hate studying.
The point is, if I keep this up I have a feeling I can kick some major ass GPA-wise. There are some setbacks, however, as there are with everything in life. Tonight my room mate and I got kicked out of two libraries because they were closing. Two. The first one closed at 8:00, so we went to another one, which closed at 11:45.
Today's Saturday, by the way.
Saturday night, at 11:45, we were in a library complaining that they were closing. That's....10 hours in a library. On a Saturday. This better pay off.
Good news, though. We finally bought batteries for our TV remote. This means that we no longer have to get up and physically plug the TV into the wall in order to turn it on. The power button on the TV is broken. Our remote had no batteries. It was a sad existence. Plus, this new remote glows in the dark. Double bonus! Oh yeah, and we made smiley face french fries.
I've come to the intriguing and epiphany-like conclusion that being busy is the key to my success. I need to be busy. Literally, NEED. Being busy forces me to prioritize. Prioritizing forces me to be productive. Productivity forces me to succeed. Like I said, business is the key to my success.
This all came about around hour 4 in the library. I had done four solid hours of homework; something that I don't believe has been accomplished since finals last year. I actually STUDIED. You know, not doing busy work or writing an essay, but reviewing information in order to commit it to memory. I hate studying.
The point is, if I keep this up I have a feeling I can kick some major ass GPA-wise. There are some setbacks, however, as there are with everything in life. Tonight my room mate and I got kicked out of two libraries because they were closing. Two. The first one closed at 8:00, so we went to another one, which closed at 11:45.
Today's Saturday, by the way.
Saturday night, at 11:45, we were in a library complaining that they were closing. That's....10 hours in a library. On a Saturday. This better pay off.
Good news, though. We finally bought batteries for our TV remote. This means that we no longer have to get up and physically plug the TV into the wall in order to turn it on. The power button on the TV is broken. Our remote had no batteries. It was a sad existence. Plus, this new remote glows in the dark. Double bonus! Oh yeah, and we made smiley face french fries.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Swine Flue Pandemic
Darn swine flu. I guess this is why I keep getting emails warning me to continuously wash my hands and remember the correct protocol for when school shuts down and we all panic.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wasted Wednesdays
Wednesday has become my least favorite day of the week. I only have one class on Wednesdays...at 2:25 p.m.....for 50 minutes....and I have the apartment to myself all day.... Here's a brief, yet highly accurate, summary of what every Wednesday will look like from here until next semester:
8:00 a.m - wake up. Realize that I don't actually have to be awake. Stare at ceiling for approximately 23.7 minutes. Doze in and out of full consciousness. Wonder for the ump-teenth time what could have possibly made that stain on the ceiling above my bed.
8:45-9:00 a.m. - remove myself from bed and get a drink of water. Am I thirsty? No. I hate morning breath.
9:15 a.m.-2:00 p.m - eat breakfast while sitting on the couch with my feet up watching the Today Show. Usually I turn it on too late to get the good stuff (real news, current events, interesting features, the Smucker's Birthday Club). Hota and Kathy just don't trip my trigger. Give up on finding something decent on TV and consider doing homework. Convince myself that I am not alert enough to devote 110% to my studies. Consider exercising. This works. Sometimes. About half the time. Ok, so maybe it's more like a third of the time, or perhaps a fourth. Needless to say, it's madatory to check facebook, my email, textsfromlatenight, and fmylife before any physical activity can take place. Shower. Eat. Reconsider doing homework. Check online to see what I HAVE for homework. Get distracted. Forget to leave for class on time.
I garauntee that is what has happened every Wednesday for the past month, and I don't see any dramatic changes in the near future.
I need a job.
8:00 a.m - wake up. Realize that I don't actually have to be awake. Stare at ceiling for approximately 23.7 minutes. Doze in and out of full consciousness. Wonder for the ump-teenth time what could have possibly made that stain on the ceiling above my bed.
8:45-9:00 a.m. - remove myself from bed and get a drink of water. Am I thirsty? No. I hate morning breath.
9:15 a.m.-2:00 p.m - eat breakfast while sitting on the couch with my feet up watching the Today Show. Usually I turn it on too late to get the good stuff (real news, current events, interesting features, the Smucker's Birthday Club). Hota and Kathy just don't trip my trigger. Give up on finding something decent on TV and consider doing homework. Convince myself that I am not alert enough to devote 110% to my studies. Consider exercising. This works. Sometimes. About half the time. Ok, so maybe it's more like a third of the time, or perhaps a fourth. Needless to say, it's madatory to check facebook, my email, textsfromlatenight, and fmylife before any physical activity can take place. Shower. Eat. Reconsider doing homework. Check online to see what I HAVE for homework. Get distracted. Forget to leave for class on time.
I garauntee that is what has happened every Wednesday for the past month, and I don't see any dramatic changes in the near future.
I need a job.
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