life or something like it

So I just found out that my grandma had another heart attack on Saturday. I've got things to say, but I can't find them.

So you know that feeling you get right when you start to get a cold? where you really appreciate the moments you can breathe through your nose or lay down flat on your back without swallowing your own snot?? that's where I'm at right now. I think I'm getting sick. I guess I'm due though, I've been pretty healthy so far this winter. I keep reassuring myself that with 3 more mid-terms looming ahead, there is a spring break out there somewhere. I can't wait. I'm not fried, I'm not frazzled, I'm not stressed beyond belief. I just can't wait to see the family and Paul. I was homesick so rarely last year, so it's a surprise to me how often I am this year. I especially miss my grandma. My mom's been so frustrated with her lately, because she yelled at her doctors when they refused to do reconstructive surgery on her heart. I can't imagine resigning myself to the fact that my life had no medical hope of getting better, that everytime I climbed the front steps of my house I would feel faint, that I couldn't cook Thanksgiving dinner anymore. I don't know how anyone would expect her to be able to just accept things for how they are. I would yell, I would fight, and I wouldn't give up either.
I can't wait to see Paul either, and he just left yesterday. We go through some crazy weird shit, but we're still whole. I love this feeling of security, of certaintly that I've found what I'm looking for, what I'll need for the rest of my life. I've already had the quarter-life crisis, and with my application into the school of ed completed, and the unconditional support from Paul, I've found my piece of mind. I've found my direction. I've regained the ability to fall asleep without lying awake in bed for 2 hours thinking about what I need to do with my life.
So I've got a mid-term in 4 hours, of course I'm on LJ. I've been experimenting on myself with what I hope will be my teaching style when I'm finally employed. Whole new system of studying, whole new outlook on test taking, and new perspective on evaluation. I'm not sure how effective it's going to be, but it's a lot less stressful to walk into an exam with the desire to prove my knowledge on the subject instead of feelings of dread and the hope to pass. However, I can't abandon studying completely, so I'm off to devote myself to the notecards.

Yeah, Ashley and I are planning incredibly ahead. Assuming we're alive, in fairly stable financial condition, and up for a party, we plan on cruising to Jamaica for spring break, um, 08?? How could we say no, we're invited to become inebriated every night: our attendance may be mandatory at the 'foam party'. I don't even know what that means. Well, I have some guesses. So with two mid-terms and a paper in the next few days, what better time to become hopelessly addicted to LJ? Honestly, I've put some thought into this: there is no better time. It's so difficult to think about studying when I've got this tennis match looming ahead of me tonight that I will surely embarrass myself at. I could hardly handle practice. In fact, I hit the chick in charge of our team in the back with one of my serves. I NEED to play singles, less injury and certainly less embarrassment.
A recommendation, hit up www.myheritage.com for some interesting results. Apparently my face shares 70% of its' features with Eva Longoria. No complaints.
Ok. Seriously. I WILL get something done today. In fact, I'm gonna get cookin right now, just as soon as I finish checking my facebook...

I think I'm getting old. Like, really, really old. All I want to do is sit on my ass, have a beer, and watch the olympics. Screw house-parties, forget binge drinking, and fuck the bars. And seriously UW, how can anyone have a good Saturday night when they've got two mid-terms and a paper awaiting them in the next week? Even if I can convince my body to socialize, my mind will still be flipping through flash-cards. So here I sit, eyes glued to the T.V., drooling over Bode Miller. Sounds like a dandy Saturday night to me.

SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's all i'm gonna say.

I love my room-mates. Sometimes we dance irish style to our cell phone rings. Sometimes we drink unresponsibly before we need to go in to work. Sometimes we need to count to nine out-loud to insure that we don't screw up. But you know what??? We were made for each other. And no matter what happens in this crazy, unpredictable world, we will always be there for each other - even if we claim it's only because we share a bathroom. We all know the truth. Love you ladies!

merry christmas everyone! i got kareoke ddr. can't top that. santa's hot this year. my brother wants me to let everyone know that he's a cool cat. we're singing this song and we thought we'd share it with you
"there's a mouse in the house
let me sleep!
come on garfield, you're suppossed to be a cat."
oh yeah. my sister got a paper shredder for christmas (upon her request). THAT speaks volumes. haha. hope you all have a wonderful holiday!

well. the computer has seen better days. i find out that the picture tube is shot and now the only way to study for finals (aka, check my facebook nonstop) is to use this borrowed computer from the union. which, by the way, like a lot better than my old computer. it's cuter.
Matt and I are stuck listening to these kareoke novices. But, we are going to turn on Conan in 10 minutes. The night holds promise.

Since Chuck Norris can divide by zero, does that mean that he never had to take a final on L'Hopital's rule?