Rwanda and My Bum

Rwanda rocked. It was a bit like Spring Break in Rwanda. I would have loved to spend time exploring the city and doing more touristy stuff BUT it was so much fun to hang out with a big group of people and essentially get wasted. Friday night was awesome. We started drinking at home and played King’s Cup/Circle of Death. HILARIOUS! I made a party foul (spilled Ugandan Waragi everywhere) and had to drink Waragi out of a ladle. Oof, a touch painful. And can I say that though this was not one of our smarter moves, I learned that boda riding with a buzz is GREAT fun. I wouldn’t recommend doing it again, but it was a great experience, nonetheless. We went to this bar and had a great time dancing. The only ridiculous time was when a Rwandan came up behind me, grinding, and all I could feel was his hard-on. NOT OKAY. Saturday night was a lot better; no hard-ons. We brought the Limbo to the dance floor that night and it was hilarious to watch. (I did not participate.)


There was a really cute British guy in our group. Can you imagine anything sexier than a British accent when talking about placentas, episiotomies, and childbirth? I can’t. Unfortunately he has a girlfriend. Oh well, I just enjoyed the view while I could.

The trip back… I feel like my bus ran me over this morning. I am in so much pain. Sitting on a bus, not moving for over 12 hours, can do that. I’m surprised I didn’t get a blood clot and die of an embolism. It was brutal. My nerves are a bit shot from the blow outs and our completely insane bus driver. He was such an idiot. Something should intuitively tell you that flying over speed humps and potholes will not be kind to your wheels. So if you already had problems with your wheels today, MAYBE, just maybe, you should be a little more careful in your driving. HAHAHAHA NOPE. He drove like a complete psycho and the whole time all I could think was: please don’t kill me. You cannot begin to imagine how happy I was to get off that bus. Only to get onto another bus… I am so stiff and sore today.

Moving again...

As I put my life in boxes again, I would just like to state that I hate packing. I think it's one of the hardest things to do. Along with one of the boringest and most difficult. I have so much stuff!!! I'm moving again after less than a year here on the East Coast. 1st stop: Home in Wisconsin. 2nd stop: AFRICA.

If you live in the Midwest, I'll be around from Wednesday to July 8th. I'd love to see you

Dark Cloud Over My Head

Sometimes I hate reality. Real life. Being alive, having feelings, thinking thoughts. And today is one of those days. If I could just stop thinking, forget everything, and just disappear, I'd be really happy for a while.

I really need a destressor. And right now, I don't have one.

Stomach flu

Turns out, my sickness lasted until yesterday. And it wasn't just from being hungover. Nope, I had the stomach flu. Ohhhh yummy gastroenteritis. Most miserable thing I've experienced in a while. I haven't eaten real food in 5 days... I miss it so much. I've eaten toast, saltines, Gatorade, and water. Yes, super healthy diet. Makes me light-headed and slightly crankier than the average me. And my body is exhausted.

Which leads to my next thought. Boys are jerks. Most are at least. I'm sorry if you're reading this and you're male. But sometimes, oftentimes, most of the time, the whole lot of you are jerks and denser than a black hole.

That's all I have for now, give me a break, I'm a recovering sick person

Law, Sleep, Bathrooms, Sushi... Can I be more random?

My destiny will never lead me to be a lawyer. I am currently studying for my Health Law midterm. It is all G.I.B.B.E.R.I.S.H. I'm serious. This doesn't make sense. It's a completely different language. Give me biology, chemistry, foreign languages any day. This stuff is like #@*(&&^@#)#@$^*&# to me.

I now have a complete inability to wake up in the morning. I miss the mornings where I could just roll out of bed and get going. Like an energizer bunny.... Or when I had a human alarm clock to kick me out of bed. These days I just lay there, sleep through alarm clocks, and stare angrily at my phone.

A thought: guys have it so easy when it comes to going to the bathroom. This thought occurred to me at work yesterday. I was in the bathroom and decided, why not use one of those silly toilet covers. Pulled one out. Put it down. Turned around... then turned back around. And it had fallen into the toilet. #($&^@! Seriously, guys can just stand there and go. Girls have to pop a squat and work on their thigh muscles. OR just sit on the grossness of a toilet OR use a toilet cover (either ready-made or impromptu toilet paper). Why is it so difficult for us to go?! I can tie this into the time I was in the hospital. Bed pans? Psh, don't know how to use those. Guys just have this lovely thing they can just use and relieve themselves. I had to push a call button, get a nurse, go, and have her help me throughout the entire process. Female anatomy is difficult sometimes...

Best work shift last night: discounted sushi and free Chai Latte. Gotta love fellow employee camaraderie. Mmmm sushi. Spicy Tuna Roll me!

This is my attempt at not studying law anymore... but it isn't working. The gibberish is pulling me back in... probably because I'm worried I'm going to fail my exam. Wish me luck!

All-nighter

There is nothing like sitting up at 3:30am and writing a disaster of a paper on a humanitarian disaster. I'm so screwed for finishing this paper... I have about 5.5 hours left before I need to turn it in and right now I just need a mental break to type things not pertaining to my paper. Thus the blogging. I haven't pulled this late of a night in a few years. It's pretty mind-blowing. I'm not actually that tired- more worried about the grade I'm going to get on this paper. Tomorrow I will worry about sleep. I probably won't be able to function properly. Oh wait, by tomorrow, I mean today. When the sun comes up.

At one point in time, I had all these witty things to say on the blog. Thoughts I wanted to share. And as of right now, my mind is mud. NO idea what I was planning on writing. At least my sentences are mostly real sentences... nouns, verbs, etc. I haven't completely failed out of the English language quite yet. Soon though. Probably in another 12 hours, I will turn into a comatose thing. Yes a thing... there should be a better word to put after "comatose" but I can't think of one right now. My iTunes has cycled through some of the most random songs... for example: Avril is singing right now. Haven't heard her in a while.

One thought... oh wait, I lost it. Never mind. Brain officially fried. Mmmmkay... I guess I should go back to writing. See? This semester is keeeeeeelllllllling me. Maybe if I hadn't worked all weekend, I would have been able to find time to write this freaking paper.

What tastes good at 3:30 in the morning?

This one's a little... depressing?

Have no fear, J, you are still not good enough to get hired for a job. We are delighted to have you read rejection email number 27 that says: "you had a great resume and interview, but you aren't good enough for us to want to hire you." Ding ding ding!

This really makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. To the point where I have been completely unproductive this afternoon. Rather than writing the paper that I need to, I have been sleeping to avoid listening to my brain. Though it is only 5ish, I kind of want to drink myself into a stupor and pass out forever. You know, it's one thing to have friends you can hang out with, who will give you a hug when you're having a bad day, and who will sit and sympathize with you (by drinking your sorrows away). It's another to do it by yourself. It's really depressing. I'm depressing... I'm starting to hate myself for this depressing funk I'm in. Too bad I don't know to fix it... other than trying some drugs... Coke or heroin, anyone???

I have a stain

I would like to announce that the worrying I had been doing before has not abated. The only way I've been getting away from it is ignoring it, which is harder than you would think. It's like a stain on your jeans while you're in class or out. Constantly there, constantly bugging you. But you can't just strip off your jeans and walk around in your underwear just to avoid looking at that stain or knowing it's there. I wish I could turn my brain off, wash the stain off, but I can't. There's just a lot to think about. I think that's all I'm going to write about it for now because I just can't bring myself to type everything out and read it on a computer screen as well as hearing myself talk to... well myself in my head. Pray for my sanity because I think I'm losing it.