night-o-fun

Last night I dropped by the home of the gnomes. Riana was performing a beautiful piece on her accordian as she stood next to the christmas tree. There was much joking and laughter as we enjoyed good friends, good music, and a sometimes out of control fire. A few topics of the night were: Where do carrot seeds come from? Have you seen this youtube video? Rum. Thought provoking art. Willy was also a hot topic even though he was right there and could hear every word we were saying. I feel like right here I need to insert a good quote or poem about friendship or the importance of gratitude but I don't have one in mind and I really don't have time to google one either so sufficeth to say, much joy is had when you're spending time with people you care about.

Why are they so small?

This morning on my way to work I heard a loud popping noise. I thought that it might have been my tire but I was going about 65 and my car didn't swerve or anything so I figured it must have been something else. When I started to slow down I knew that the popping noise had definitely come from my car. I parked in my teacher parking stall,(I'm pretty important) got out of my car and sure enough, my back right tire had blown. Luckily my rim was ok even though I had just been driving on it at 65 MPH. I didn't have time to worry about it right then so I just tried not to think about it till I got off. I went out after work and discovered that my spare tire wasn't only the size of a bike tire but it was almost flat. I found a teacher at the school that had an air pump and we filled it to the max. I got a few looks as I walked around the halls with a spare tire under my arm. I replaced the tire, which was easier than I remembered. I had a lady pull up next to me and ask If I needed help. I told her I was very capable of changing my own dang tire. I was nicer about it though, but seriously? She was a nice lady so I shouldn't say anything. Anyway, I think I was more scared driving around on that bike tire of a spare than I was about driving on my rims. Who the H invented spare tires?! Can't they at least make them look kind of like a real tire? I felt like an idiot driving around with that thing on my car! I felt like I needed to park it next to a dumpster or a large tree to hide its hideousness. I shouldn't talk so bad about the little guy, it's not his fault. So I'm calling on all automakers to reform. I know that we're in an economic crisis right now and that all the CEO's are begging for billions of dollars to keep their companies afloat but c'mon guys, how hard can it be to give spares the respect they deserve?

Rock Out

This morning started out by getting the closest free parking spot on the street by the TSC. It was great. It almost made me forget that I was coming to campus to take 3 finals. It didn't take long to remember though. I walked into my first final at 9:30 knowing that the next hour and half was not going to be pleasant. It wasn't. I don't think i've ever left a test knowing for a fact that I had failed it. I didn't even answer half of the questions. F. That's what I got. I guess that's what I get for not studying. But I had done the math and I knew which tests mattered. The next final went a little better. It was multiple choice and I felt pretty good about it. My last final was the one I was most worried about. It was worth 50% of my grade in the class. I had studied quite a bit for it. I went into it not really knowing what to expect. We had never had an in-class test. I sat down and the heaters were blazing, I was already pitting out pretty bad so that didn't help. The final was handed out and I hurriedly glanced over all 12 essay questions. I knew them all. It felt good. Despite the fact that I now have that syndrome in my hands from writing too much I am really happy. Rock Out.

Beautiful Beat

I didn't have work today because it's the end of the trimester for the highschoolers so I had a day off. I was planning on getting up early and working out and then coming up to campus and studying my guts out. That was the plan anyway. I ended up waking up around 11:30 a.m. I had missed a call from the geek squad at best buy saying my camera was ready to pick up. I went there and waited in line for like half an hour just so I could sign a paper and take me camera. whatever. Then I drove up to campus not quite as gung ho (Is that how you even spell that?) to do homework as I had planned on being. But as I parked my car and started walking up to campus I was listening to Nada Surf on my ipod. The song Beautiful Beat was playing and for some reason i just thought, "dang, life is good!" Seriously though, maybe it was the weather or the song or just everything shmooshed together but it just hit me that I have things SO good. For the past little while I've found a lot of things to get upset or down about and that's just lame. There are so many things to be happy about. I think that just loving life for what it is is so important and something I need to remind myself of constantly.

oh, it's due today?

What is it about procrastination that attracts me? I swear I have good intentions. Every time a professor hands out an assignment I say to myself, “Jo, you’re gonna get right on this, and it’s gonna feel so good when you don’t have to worry about it right before it’s due.” Yeah, that would be nice but it just never works out that way. I thought that once I got rid of facebook that would be the ticket to instant studiousness. It wasn’t. I don’t know if I get some sort of high off of putting things off until the last minute. Statistically I don’t think it’s beneficial. I put off writing a speech that I’ve known about for weeks until this morning at 8:30 a.m. I had to give it at 10:30 a.m. What an idiot.
It's weird because I don't even freak out anymore. I don’t know if I’m getting better at handling the stress of it all or if my apathy towards my grades is increasing. I hope it’s the first because I really can’t afford to lose my scholarship. Paying for school just doesn’t sound very fun. (Right now I’m listening to Jason Mraz, some live stuff. It’s incredible. I would give up many things to have a voice like his. Dang.) Anyway, I really hope to find a remedy to this disease soon. Well, gotta get back to studying.

The turning of a leaf

I figured it was high time I made my first post on this blog. I've actually had another blog for over a year but it was specifically for my public relations classes and the assignments that we had to post. To be completely honest I never thought I would have a "personal" blog were I poured out my feelings and emotions in such a raw and unadulterated form so that the whole world could catch a glimpse into my fascinating life. Realistically that's not going to happen. I'm sure I'll get a few hits every couple of weeks from some close friends and family that already know my life but check my blog anyway just to appease me. To you I say thanks.
First I need to explain why i'm here, blogging. It's been a long and tedious process. I was addicted to Facebook. Ya, I know. I'm ok with it now. I'm not ashamed to admit that I fell prey to the sticky web of social networking. In no way am I advocating that people get rid of facebook or saying that it is a social evil. I just spent way too much time on it accomplishing nothing and it was time to do something about it. I have to give props to two caring friends who helped me see things more clearly. One day, (about two weeks ago) I was just hangin out at the gnome home with natalie and kylee. I had noticed earlier that ky had deleted her account and I was curious as to why. She explained her reasoning and then nat also shared her reasons for never getting it in the first place. It made sense. There is a lot of good that can come from Facebook, the social networking capabilities are incredible and believe me, I was networking with the best of them. I just felt like I wasn't really using it with any purpose. I was swimming around in this vortex of poking and vampire applications and seeing how many virtual friends I could acquire. Another favorite was stalking people so I could "get to know them" before I really got to know them. I got sick of having all these preconceived notions about a person before I even got to the first date. And who knows what people thought of me when they looked at my account. That's probably one of the reasons why I saw a huge decline in real friends. So I deleted my account. The funny thing is you can't actually "erase" you're account. They are very clear about the fact that at any time you can log back in and recover everything. Another thing I found quite interesting was that when you go to delete your account you have to give a reason for doing so. As soon as you click on one of your options like "I spend too much time on it" or "There is too much drama" it provides you with suggestions on how to fix your problem. Apparently you're an idiot if you actually go ahead and "delete" your account. Seriously, who is dumb enough to give that up? I guess I am. So it's been a couple of weeks now. I feel great. I haven't even entertained the idea of getting it back. All in all it's one less thing to check when I get online. Now i'll probably just start checking my blog to see if anyone has commented.