Found A Dumb Person Today

While walking through the Old Capital Mall today on the way to my first class of the semester I was in a hurry when someone cut in front of me and pretty much started moving in slow motion and I couldn't get around. When we got to the exit I watched painfully as he pulled on the door instead of pushing. He then decided that he could not possibly have been mistaken about which direction the door could be opened and that the most likely problem was that the door to the mall must be locked in the middle of the day with a mall full of customers. Yeah. He gave up and tried another door. I pushed the door open with ease and left the idiot behind. FOOL.

Summer in January

I do not know what the poop is going on with the weather. The high today is 55 and it is January 10th. Coming back from Florida I had expected to be shocked into some sort of nasty freezing comma by the arctic Iowa winter but I have been pleasantly surprised so far. Time to break out the swim trunks.

Oh, and here are some sweet pictures from Islamorada:

That last one is of my boyfriend, Chris touching Jimmy Johnson's boat. The two of them are best friends because they talked for like ten seconds. Jimmy told Chris to call him Jim from now on and he also refers to Chris as "the son he never had". Its so cool that they were able to become so close so quickly. Here is a picture of Chris's best friend ever:

We Can't Go Back

New Years kind of makes me nervous for some reason. So does my Birthday. There is all this anticipation built up for that moment when the next year begins or the moment you get one year older and it just makes me uneasy. Absolutely nothing happens at that moment except that you will never be that age again and it will never be 2011 again. I don't like that feeling.

Well, anyways I want to take advantage of the last hours of 2011 because once its gone it is never coming back!!! Starting now and going until midnight, I will have as much fun as possible because there is no excuse not to. Then after midnight I can talk about all the cool things I did in 2011.

Ok, starting NOW!

This is Sydney, Australia where it has already been 2012 for a while:

My Dog is GROSS

Since being home on break if have been able to observe some of my dog's disgusting habits:

1) He spends half the day eating rabbit poop and the other half licking himself to spread the stink to all parts of his body.

2) Sometimes he neurotically licks the carpet in the same place over and over and over while staring straight ahead with a blank expression.

3) He likes to stop during a run to shove his face into dirt piles and then comes up eating something with big smacking mouth motions.

4) He poops when I take him running but he does it on the fly because he doesn't want to be left behind. When he does this, it looks like he is cramping up from the run and his form gets all stiff and he stops for about half a second to squeeze one out and then continues to run. I never remember a poopy bag so I always pretend I didn't see.

5) He is anorexic thin even though he eats all the time.

6) He likes to curl up in a ball alone in a corner of the cold, dark basement. The little creep.

7) Sometimes he gets dirty drool lines on his jowls from eating gross things and then panting really hard for a while.

That is all I can think of right now. He is completely detestable and awful, but I love him anyways. Here is a picture of him when he was young:

Making A Scene At Christmas Eve

I found the best way to do this is to spout blood from an appendage. Any appendage will do.

Per usual, my family was the last of 16 guests to arrive at Christmas Eve. We were balancing bulky presents and dishes of food and wine in our arms so getting through the door (which liked to swing shut of its own accord) became quite the feat. I got half way in and still had one foot outside when the door decided to shut and hit me in the achilles. It stung briefly but I thought nothing of it and headed inside.

After greeting everyone I made my way into the living room and sat on the couch next to my grandpas brother and my mom. We had been talking for a few minutes when I happened to glance down at the ground to see my own blood pooling on our hosts white carpet. It was actually kind of horrifying. Then I lifted my pant leg a little to see the blood oozing out from where the door hit earlier. When I nudged my mom and pointed, all hell broke lose.

Someone ran to get a first aid kit, someone else threw paper towels at me, my mom put a plate under my foot to catch the blood, a fury of questions was launched, "how did this happen?", "when?", "does it hurt?", are you ok?" -- No, it did not hurt, I barely even noticed. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and gathered to see the commotion. My dad rushed to clean the carpet and sat there completely in the way dabbing at the spot while I tried to stop the bleeding. He was completely focused on removing the stain from the carpet and when I mentioned how in the way he was, he said "Well, you could move". Pure class.

Anyways, the cut ended up being fairly small and I am not sure how it was able to produce so much blood (through the coarse of the night it bled through two band aids and a sock). It really didn't hurt so people making a huge deal about it was oh so much fun. My dad successfully removed the carpet stain. The rest of the evening people kept saying things like "hows that foot" and "you better be careful where you step". How wonderfully fantastic it was.

Feeling Magical

While I was running just now, it started snowing and this song from Edward Scissorhands came on my ipod:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nfmo9Y6avz0&feature=fvwrel

It was magical. Afterwards, the theme song from Inception came on and it was way less magical and a lot more "you better go faster or you won't get that idea planted properly into the victims dream within a dream". That won't make sense to anyone who has not seen the movie. Too bad. Everyone should see that movie.

Inception song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JGHI4TAC5U

Done-zo!

YES. Done with finals. Done with homework. Done Done Done.

Now to start forgetting everything I learned (or thought I learned until starting the test and realizing I most definitely had not in fact learned).

During finals week everything other than finals seems really unimportant. There is no time to return texts or go running or take a shower or express interest in what other people are saying or take care of yourself or clean anything. This became especially noticeable this year as my peak studying period happened to coincide with my desperately needing to do laundry and buy food period. For lunch yesterday I had a few clementines, some almonds, a protein bar, and some cookies because it was all I could find within 50 feet of my desk. Then, as soon as each final is taken, all that stuff that became your life is suddenly meaningless and will probably never be used again. I for one could not be more happy about never having to hear about solving the 2D partial differential wave equation using the Fourier series or separation of variables method. Fourier can suck it.

After about 40 hours of straight studying with only about 2 hours of sleep and no meaningful human contact followed by 6 hours of finals followed by 2 hours of paper writing I went for a really weird run in the rain. It felt like I was on several different types of drugs and my iPod sounded like the world was a concert. Ya...then I slept for 12 hours.