Thursday, December 21, 2006

Time to Shake Things Up a Little

As you may have noticed I haven't written any blogs recently, mainly because I haven't really been in the mood to write and I have been occupied with more important tasks like sleeping and reading my new ginormous incredibly cool Egypt book that I totally splurged on (remind me to start posting random facts about ancient Egypt on my blog hehe). Now I have an earth shattering announcement to make, if you are not sitting down already I suggest you do so now. I am seriously considering changing schools. What, you may ask, would prompt this sudden wish to change the direction of my life? Well, I received my school bill for Spring semester and realized I would have to take out yet another student loan to pay for it. Then I started thinking about all the other loans I have taken out in the last two years and then I just wanted to throw up. As much as I love my school, the students and professors, it is simply too expensive. So I've been thinking about going to Purdue. Quite frankly, the very thought of attending Purdue terrifies me. It is soooooooo HUGE and there are sooooooo many people! I like my campus because it is small and personal, I know all the professors in my division and I know a lot of the students and if I haven't met them I at least know their faces. Purdue is massive and that scares me. I've gone to small Christian schools all of my life and I think I would get lost. I get lost driving from my house to the mall for crying out loud and I've been to the mall thousands of times. I even get lost and disoriented inside the mall! This may sound odd, but big places make me dizzy. Purdue is so cheap though (comparatively speaking) and I don't want to rack up anymore debt. I'm so comfortable at my school. I feel secure there (except when I have to walk back to my dorm, by myself at 2 am). I don't think that level of comfort is a good thing for me. At Purdue I will be thrown into my worse nightmare and that is the best way for me grown as a person. I lack courage and maybe if I am thrown into a situation far away from my bubble-like existence, courage will be something I may acquire. Well, enough of my random thoughts. I'm making a pro/con list and if you think of any I should add let me know! ;)

Friday, December 08, 2006

Christmas Carolers on Drugs...

Last night I had the privilege of being visited in my dorm by two groups of Christmas carolers. Though the music was sweet to my ears, my eyes didn't particularly enjoy the occasion. The first group was Hodson hall, the jock guy dorm on campus who have made it their tradition to go to run to all the girl dorms and sing Christmas carols clad only in their boxers (and t-shirts if we're lucky). Through every floor of every girl dorm they walk and sing while the ladies poor into the hallways to watch the spectacle. It gets ridiculous let me tell you. Poor sheltered Christian school girls can get a little crazy. The second group of carolers that I got to see were ladies from third floor who decided it would be a good idea to spread some Christmas cheer by singing carols while wearing nothing but underwear and strategically placed scarves. Let me tell you that on some of the girls the scarves didn't even begin to cover anything (apologies to my male audience). I believe that it is around exams that college students get so stressed out and have had their brains completely fried that anything becomes a good idea. Words of wisdom: if you think you have a good mischievous idea during the last week before exams/Christmas break, immediately tie yourself to a chair and say out loud "bad idea" 200 times before untying yourself...

The Craziness Continues


In the last four days I have gotten approximately 9 hours of sleep total. I pulled four all nighters in a row because I had so much to do. It is now 3:00 in the morning. I have nothing do. Everything is finished. Why am I still awake?? I am still awake because I can't sleep. Figure that one out and I will pay you big bucks. This morning I went to my 7:50 a complete zombie. My friend Elizabeth had the brilliant idea to stop at McConn to grab some coffee before we went to class. This idea perked me up a great deal. However, coffee, best friend, was soon to become my greatest enemy. As it was a bitter cold day, I took the precaution of taking my asthma inhaler before leaving my room. This medication never fails to make me very jittery and shaky for a good hour. Also as sleep and I have not been on speaking terms lately, I was so fatigued that I was (and am still) very shaky. I never thought that this would be a problem until I filled up my cup with piping hot thin mint coffee. As I walked towards the counter with visions of sugar and half & half dancing before my bleary and puffy eyes my hands began to violently shake with the strain of carrying such a heavy coffee cup. All at once boiling hot coffee splashed out of the cup and onto nice pink mittens that were covering my hands. My mental processes were running very slowly this morning and as my hands burned, this is what I thought "oh I spilled, I bet that coffee is hot, blast I just washed my gloves..." By the time I realized that taking off my gloves would be a good idea, the damage was already done. Yes, ladies and gentlemen I burned my hand. It's kind of bad too. I have a ginormous blister next to my thumb and it keeps getting bigger. All through my history of the Middle East and Africa class my hand was on fire. Because of it's location on my hand I couldn't even take notes. Instead I sat there for half the class with a bottle of cold apple juice perched on top of my wound and after I drank all of the apple juice I left and filled the bottle up with cold water and covered my burn with a wet (from the water) Kleenex. All the while my dear "friend" Carolyn laughed at me and my professor gave me weird looks. Oh yes it was a great day. After my 7:50 I am generally able to take a 3 hour nap before having to get ready for my next class. I raced home, jumped back into my pj's, ministered to my battle wound, and crawled into bed. My burn hurt so bad that I had to get up like every 15 mins and go run my hand under cold water. Finally I grabbed a wet paper towel and took that into bed with me hoping that would be enough to stop the pain so that I could fall asleep. It was not to be. I still had to get up every 15 mins. So I laid in my bed, exhausted for 2 hours and 45 minutes. Fifteen minutes before my alarm went off I finally fell asleep. My life is ridiculous. I wanted to post a picture of my burn but my camera broke so you will just have to use your imagination. It used to look like Argentina, but has since morphed into a Christmas stocking.