All I want is to go to bed and sleep until my muscles aren't sore, my bruises are gone, my cuts are healed, and my psyche is repaired. When multiple people say to you in a small period of time "you look like death," it's past bad. Not enough energy to type any more....

So I was going to write a normal post, I got on the blogger website. Usually when I'm there I check out the random blogs they have linked, because some are amusing. Some are painfully boring or have horrendous grammatical errors, but some are amusing. I stumbled upon this entry, at http://mywebpages.comcast.net/moorglade/index.html
and decided it was one of the funniest things I have ever read in my life. The whole blog was really funny, but I was laughing out loud at this thing for like 10 minutes, and probably read it like 25 times. Sooooo funny. So as my tribute to this guy, here is the entry:

Sunday, February 22, 2004

So I'm sitting in the McDonald's drive-thru, minding my own business. I'm not looking for confrontation, or material, or anything but a damn burger...but it doesn't matter. You can't escape it, folks.

I place my order and pull around & as the young lady working at the window leans out to take my money I can't help but read her name tag. It says "Shaniqwa". Yes, that's right...it's not a typo. Shaniqwa.

I thought the same thing; the guy with the label-maker was either retarded or ran out of room. Still, I had to ask her...I gotta know.

"Pardon me, but is that really how you spell your name?"

(quick glance down at the nametag to make sure) "Yeah."

"And you pronounce it Shah-knee-kwaa?"

"Yeah. Four thirty-seven, please."

I'm sure at some point I must have just given her the money and driven off, because I was at home eating fries when my head stopped hurting from the stupidity. There is no way I'm the first to notice this; the girl had to be at least 16. She would have no answers, I'm sure...but the questions remain.

In what known language on the face of the Earth can a "w" follow a "q"? None that I've ever seen. That's like naming a Chinese boy "Leigh". Who would not know this? Who would do this to a child? Why hasn't anyone spoken up? Why does this happen on my watch?

Look, people; if you're just gonna string a bunch of consonants together to create some stupid name, at least try to follow the rules of the damn language your using. It's obviously already too late for some of you, but do it for your kid...please.


I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I totally forgot what I was going to write about, so I'll leave you with that for now.

Ah Lord God
Thou has made the heavens
And the earth by thy great power
Ah Lord God
Thou has made the heavens
And the earth by Thine outstretched arm
Nothing is too difficult for Thee
Nothing is too difficult for Thee
Oh great and mighty God
Great in counsel and mighty in deed
Mighty in deed
Nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing
Nothing is too difficult for Thee

Living is simple
It's gravity
Gravity isn't so hard
Living is simple
it's entropy
Entropy, falling apart
I'm falling apart again

Living is simple
And breathing is easy
it's easy to do
Living is simple
And losing is easy
I'm losing my cool
I'm losing my cool again

All will be made well
Will be made well
Will be made well
Will be well

Is this fiction?
Is this fiction?
Hope has given himself to the worst
Is this fiction or divine comedy
Where the last of the last finish first
Living is simple

Living is dying
Your mercy, Your mercy
Is how I believe
Living is dying
I can't understand it
I'm down on my knees
Confessing my needs again

I've had my choices
I've chosen today
I've had my choices
The choices remain

Living is Simple
Switchfoot

This is one of the busiest times of my year. The semester gets harder and harder, pushing more and more homework and studying. The exams start to flow, taking them and then having to deal with the pain of getting them back. The dance rehearsals are never-ending, keeping me from ever being truly rested. I've developed these tension headaches that knock me out every other day, and I can't deal with them in any efficient way. I'm trying to plan my summer while I can hardly keep my end-of-winter under control. Much stress.
So thankfully, I got a nice break yesterday. I didn't dance at all, I just ran an hour of rehearsal and was done. Then, I had an amazing time at Winter Fantasia with my girls. I love these girls, and they are so good to me. It's nice to have a group of girlfriends again, I've been missing that.
Jenn and I got ready together, even did our makeup. We looked darn hot by the time we got to Mary and Lisa's (even though we nearly froze our toesies off walking over there). Then a couple pictures with the group, and some work to squeeze us all in a little Neon. Off to Russ' we went, to spend a nice leisurely dinner conversing about everything from sex in hot tubs to Friend, Nebraska. Good food, good friends, good times. Then off to the dance we went, speeding along past countless exits off of which Mary knew people (my grandma lives there, and my boy lives there, and I live there...). The dance was awesome. We so got our groove on hard core for a long time. We slow danced together, singing at the top of our lungs and making many side-comments in order to disrupt as many romantic couples as possible. I even got to be the boy half the time, as I was taller than Jennica in my heels. We ended the night just as we were getting a little tired, so as to not ruin the magic by staying until we wanted to collapse. Overall, a fabulous night finished off by some Jennica-time before bed.
Gotta love some stress relief, and a good night's sleep to top it off. Now on to my 5 hours of rehearsal today, but at least I'm rested and ready for them this time. Later, all.

You know those days when it's really good just because it wasn't really bad? Today was one of those days. Nothing horrible happened, so life is all good. I didn't have rehearsal (first time in 5 days), I didn't get a test back that I failed, I didn't get suckered into spending more money than I wanted to, I didn't fall on the ice. It was great. The sun was shining, my boyfriend was in a good mood, my ballet girls were well behaved, my cat dissection went pretty well, I have a brand new jar of Nutella. I'm going to go enjoy this while it lasts. Peace.

I have a problem with friends.
The center of this problem is related to how I make those friends. I cannot handle casual friendships, I just don't do that well. When I find someone who I really like, I essentially throw my whole soul at them. I want to know everything about them, I want to share everything about me with them. The final product is a relationship that is amazingly deep and fulfilling, with real love keeping it together. It gets to the point when I want nothing more than to just hang out with them at all times, even if that turns out to be nothing more than doing our homework in the same room.
Yet something always seems to go wrong. We're human, it happens. But I've fallen in love with this person, throwing my whole self at them, so internalizing the relationship that it matters to me more than imaginable. Whatever the problem may be, it rips me apart. The worst is when one friendship bumps up against another. These two people, both of whom I would die for, are butting heads in one way or another. Both friendships suffer, and my heart is ripped in two.
Why do I put myself so deeply into these people when I know that I'm just waiting to be hurt by them? I wasn't made for the reality of humanity.

The craziness has totally set in. This weekend, I've got 10 hours of rehearsal for one piece, 3 for another, 1 for another, 1 for another. Plus, I have to read 3 books of Plato's Republic, write 300 words about it, and start studying for my next organic chem test. The insanity just never ends. Oh well. At least I'm not sick or hurt or anything (knock on wood).
Valentine's Day has been kindof a bummer the last 2 years. I've got this amazing boyfriend, but he's far away. So I'm stuck with all the depressed single people sitting around eating chocolates to comfort myself because of my lack of Valentine. My mom said I should be thankful for my 6 straight hours of dance rehearsal today because it will keep me from getting fat off of all the chocolate I could eat in that much time. She's probably right :-)
I emailed two dance studios at home today to see if I can get a job teaching this summer. That would be ideal. I was pretty much promised a job at one of them, but I don't know if they remember that. I really want to do this, so I'm hoping that even if they don't remember, they will give me the job anyways. It'll be nice to be home, though, even if I end up working at McDonald's or something sucky like that. I haven't spent all summer at home since like the summer after freshman year. I don't even remember what Verona looks like at that time of year. I'm excited.
K, off to dancing. All this work is worth it, right?

The Amazing School Break:
Go home, eat good food, sleep lots, relax tons, have a good time, see fun people, do no work, return refreshed and revitalized, ease back into life with a new rested attitude
Paula's School Break:
Drive frantically to multiple destinations at least 100 miles apart, sleep a little, eat pretty much nothing, have a good time, see fun people, do no work, return slightly refreshed and slightly exhausted, dive straight back into the hardest parts of life within 20 minutes of arriving back at school with expectations of more stresses to come

I had a really nice break. I enjoyed myself, it was wonderful weather, I saw my amazing cute nephew and my awesome sister and brother in law, I hung out with my beautiful boyfriend and his hilarious friends. But I get back, go to work, and my class full of girls is so badly behaved I'm about ready to rip someone's head off by the end of class. I had to tell the whole class to be quiet at least 3 times, and I got individuals endlessly inbetween. I even pulled out the angry music on the drive home - it's been awhile since the angry music was necessary. These girls are so great, and I love them so much, but when they are so middle school that I don't want to be in the room, it's hardly worth my time. And I was so mad that it ruined how good my break was.
My schedule for the next three weeks looks kinda like one of those nightmare weeks that people get all stressed about. I'm running from class to rehearsal to test to rehearsal to class to teaching to rehearsal to.... I won't have a real weekend until Spring Break.
Just breathe...

Just 2 more days....

So I lost my ID in the snow the other day. I survived all weekend making stupid excuses to everyone who needed to see my id - the lunchladies, the Dow people - but I was sick of it after only 3 days. So Monday I go to get my new ID, accept the $20 charge, come back and get the thing instead of eating dinner later that evening. After I get it, I activate it so I can eat, then run home to grab my cd player before rehearsal. I was in the house for literally about 10 seconds, just long enough for Kath to tell me that someone had found my lost ID, and it was waiting for me at the Student Union Desk. Great, so now I've got 2 ID's, one of which was really expensive and now totoally unnecessary. So I go to the Registrar's office on Tuesday to beg them for a refund, but the girl is just a total jerk. She doesn't even look at me while I explain myself, just keeps stuffing envelopes and tells me I'm "stuck with the new one, cut up the old one." Yay for having duplicates of something useless.
I'm really looking forward to break. I'm sick of constantly having some test or quiz or exam or practical or whatnot to study for. Sadly, I'm missing my Mom by like 2 hours, which means I won't get to see her again until July. I wasn't even going to go to Madison, but now it looks like I'm going to make 2 trips there from Milwaukee. At least one of the times I'll be able to see Sammy, who Ryan says is the cutest thing ever. I believe him, and it's worth the extra driving to see him. I thought I might get to see the dentist while I'm in town, but that's not going to work, just not enough time. All I want to do is sleep on Rich's couch for 3 days, but sadly I can't do that.
I had a good talk with Kathleen last night. We're rarely here at the same time, and when we are we're usually so busy with stuff that we don't talk. But we had a good time procrastinating last night, talking about Russian time-zones and airport customs and the elections. She's a good roommate, I enjoy her :-)
Alright, I guess I've taken my allotted time off from studying, and should get back to it. I've got 2 quizzes Friday and 2 exams next week, so I should do some work. Fun Fun Fun. Yes, with a capital F.

Random thoughts of today:

I was disappointed in the Super Bowl commercials. Those guys were killing each other out there playing a really great game of football, and only like 2 commercials made me laugh. What's that about? Stupid, I tell you. I'm here to be entertained, and they failed me miserably.

They are checking ID's at the door to the Dow now. Seeing as I'm using my old ID at this point, I get yelled at every time I go in the Dow. And I go in the Dow like 3 times a day. This is dumb. Thankfully, I get my new ID soon.

I've decided that the mail is too slow. I've got this thing I mailed that I want to get where I mailed it really quick, but I have to wait. That's sad.

I need to go shopping, cause I have no sugar for my tea. I drink a lot of tea, so that's a big problem. I could also use some more yo-j and something to put my Nutella on. Good as Nutella is just by itself, I'm getting a little nauseated by it lately.

No new Strongbad email this week. What's up with that? It's not like these guys have day jobs to keep up with or anything. I miss my funny...

I saw the sun yesterday, it was like a miracle. And I got through rehearsal without coughing up a lung. And my ballet teacher was actually in class this morning, so I didn't have to teach. And I don't have rehearsal this Saturday, so I can go to WI in the daytime!! I haven't seen I-94 W in the daytime since like May.

Alright, enough thoughts for right now. Off to study, rehearse, and to go class. Thus is my life.