I love Africa. Maybe this is too big of a blanket statement. But I do. I step outside, take a deep breath, and Ahhhhh there's the smell. That distinct Africa smell. I can't explain what it is. But I love it. Even at my lowest points when I'm here, I still love it. Deep inside.
That being said, Hello! I write from a different continent in a different time zone. I have nothing special to report. I haven't started work yet so really there's nothing unique to say.
All I have to say is this: you are not allowed to complain about being here until you have been here at least a month. You have to embrace the situation and understand that this is not Amurica. Things work differently here and yes, things do not always work the way you wish or want. But this is the way things work here. And yes, maybe you didn't sign up to live in a hut in Africa. But you have to understand that your life is 1000x better than many of those around you and you may not have as many amenities as you would back at home at your disposable. Welcome To Africa. Accept it/ suck it up or please leave.
Showing posts with label things I love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things I love. Show all posts
Monday, October 3, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I ramble after eating PIE
One of my favorite things ever:
The perfect fall day. Cool enough to wear jeans but still warm enough to wear a short sleeve shirt. A slight wind. Driving with the windows down in 35-45mph speed limit areas. Smelling fresh, crisp autumn air. And feeling the wind whipping through my hair. I love fall. I love places with all 4 seasons.
One thing I don't love: Teenagers. To a point where I almost don't want to have kids for the sole fact that I never want to reach the puberty years with them.
Favorite book at the moment: Emperor of Maladies. It's great. It also turns out that I own a lot of books. They are all sitting sadly in boxes in the garage right now. Someday babies, you will have homes on a floor to ceiling bookcase. Preferably in a library with many many many other books. And I will have a library ladder to climb to reach the ones on top. A girl can only hope.
I also have a serious obsession with Gilmore Girls right now. No idea why. Maybe because I want to have a similar mother-daughter relationship with my kid someday. Sans the daughter hooking up with a married dude. Sans the insanely rich, overbearing parents. Sans the crazy baby daddy drama. In my perfect world, I'll have a perfect marriage with perfect children who never reach puberty. Or somehow skip over it to become gracious and amazing adults who will keep me company in my old, senile age.
I like snail mail. I think it's fun to send snail mail. I think it's great to receive. I wish people would use it more often. I also hope the government doesn't completely run out of money and cancel the USPS all together.
Best thing ever? Free pie day at Baker's Square. It's delightful, rainbows, sunshine, and happiness all squished into one triangle piece of pie. What??? I like pie!
I miss the boyfriend. Sad, pathetic, but true. So sue me for saying it. Yes, I may be turning into one of those giant puddles of mush. What happened to the hardcore me? Don't worry, I still don't think I need a man for anything. Except maybe one thing... Kind of like that thing...
Anywho, I also like printing out pictures to look at. You know? We have all these technological things now, including computers to look at digital pictures on. But I still find it satisfying and wonderful to have concrete pieces of nice paper to flip through when looking at photos. What can I say, I kind of still miss the old film cameras where you had no idea what kind of pictures you were taking til AFTER you got the pictures processed. I don't think my younger sisters even know what that looks like! Sigh, feeling old now. So I'm dragging my old butt off to watch some more Gilmore Girls. Cheers!
The perfect fall day. Cool enough to wear jeans but still warm enough to wear a short sleeve shirt. A slight wind. Driving with the windows down in 35-45mph speed limit areas. Smelling fresh, crisp autumn air. And feeling the wind whipping through my hair. I love fall. I love places with all 4 seasons.
One thing I don't love: Teenagers. To a point where I almost don't want to have kids for the sole fact that I never want to reach the puberty years with them.
Favorite book at the moment: Emperor of Maladies. It's great. It also turns out that I own a lot of books. They are all sitting sadly in boxes in the garage right now. Someday babies, you will have homes on a floor to ceiling bookcase. Preferably in a library with many many many other books. And I will have a library ladder to climb to reach the ones on top. A girl can only hope.
I also have a serious obsession with Gilmore Girls right now. No idea why. Maybe because I want to have a similar mother-daughter relationship with my kid someday. Sans the daughter hooking up with a married dude. Sans the insanely rich, overbearing parents. Sans the crazy baby daddy drama. In my perfect world, I'll have a perfect marriage with perfect children who never reach puberty. Or somehow skip over it to become gracious and amazing adults who will keep me company in my old, senile age.
I like snail mail. I think it's fun to send snail mail. I think it's great to receive. I wish people would use it more often. I also hope the government doesn't completely run out of money and cancel the USPS all together.
Best thing ever? Free pie day at Baker's Square. It's delightful, rainbows, sunshine, and happiness all squished into one triangle piece of pie. What??? I like pie!
I miss the boyfriend. Sad, pathetic, but true. So sue me for saying it. Yes, I may be turning into one of those giant puddles of mush. What happened to the hardcore me? Don't worry, I still don't think I need a man for anything. Except maybe one thing... Kind of like that thing...
Anywho, I also like printing out pictures to look at. You know? We have all these technological things now, including computers to look at digital pictures on. But I still find it satisfying and wonderful to have concrete pieces of nice paper to flip through when looking at photos. What can I say, I kind of still miss the old film cameras where you had no idea what kind of pictures you were taking til AFTER you got the pictures processed. I don't think my younger sisters even know what that looks like! Sigh, feeling old now. So I'm dragging my old butt off to watch some more Gilmore Girls. Cheers!
Monday, October 18, 2010
All you need to do is feed the need
Mmmm and my need was chips, egg, and Nile Special beer. Ladies and gentlemen, I am enjoying my first buzz since I went to Rwanda and it is delightful. And when paired with an omlette and some chips, I am rather satisfied. Well... obviously not in every way, but hey, I'll take what I can get.
Pop music and a good buzz are also a good combination. Why does Jason Derulo always say his name at the beginning of his songs? I mean, yes it's nice to know who's singing the song but really, it's rather egotistical. Now if you were Usher, I'd forgive you. But you're not that big yet, so calm yourself.
Oh and my feet are rather burnt from running around after kids all Saturday. That's the only part of my body that is a deep, dark brown. I wonder if it's really a tan or my body is now integrating the reddish brown dirt of Uganda into my skin so that I can carry it with me for the rest of my life... Either way, my feet have weird tan lines and are a dark brown color.
46 days left in Uganda... this half of me is depressed. The other half says WOOOOOOOOOOT!!!
Pop music and a good buzz are also a good combination. Why does Jason Derulo always say his name at the beginning of his songs? I mean, yes it's nice to know who's singing the song but really, it's rather egotistical. Now if you were Usher, I'd forgive you. But you're not that big yet, so calm yourself.
Oh and my feet are rather burnt from running around after kids all Saturday. That's the only part of my body that is a deep, dark brown. I wonder if it's really a tan or my body is now integrating the reddish brown dirt of Uganda into my skin so that I can carry it with me for the rest of my life... Either way, my feet have weird tan lines and are a dark brown color.
46 days left in Uganda... this half of me is depressed. The other half says WOOOOOOOOOOT!!!
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
A bit of ADD for today's post
I've been here over 3 months now. And I love it here. I look back and yes, it was really, really hard to adjust to being alone all the time and just living in a new place. But I am so happy I came back.
The other intern and I spend essentially 24/7 together, especially we're in Sembabule. We share a room, we work together, we eat together. The only time we really don't see each other is when we're showering or in the pit latrine. I wonder is she's sick of me yet... I'm not sick of her!! Having a fellow American to talk to is so nice. I never realized that before this experience but it is so true.
Food... yes I talk about this a lot but I miss food. Savory, delicious food... I just ate some instant oatmeal and a few crackers for breakfast. Very unsatisfying. I love food... I love being able to go to a grocery store or to a restaurant with a giant menu...
I think I'm just getting weirder the longer I stay here. I find the littlest things amusing: bugs, goats, chickens, throwing my leftover ramen into the garden as compost... Just a warning to those of you I will be seeing in December, I'm going to need a bit of help readjusting. Maybe reverse culture shock session.
My next goal for traveling is to go somewhere in South America. I think that's a pretty good goal for 2011, don't you think? There will also be at least 1 visit to DC during my spring semester, a San Francisco visit in the summer (family reunion)...
The other intern and I spend essentially 24/7 together, especially we're in Sembabule. We share a room, we work together, we eat together. The only time we really don't see each other is when we're showering or in the pit latrine. I wonder is she's sick of me yet... I'm not sick of her!! Having a fellow American to talk to is so nice. I never realized that before this experience but it is so true.
Food... yes I talk about this a lot but I miss food. Savory, delicious food... I just ate some instant oatmeal and a few crackers for breakfast. Very unsatisfying. I love food... I love being able to go to a grocery store or to a restaurant with a giant menu...
I think I'm just getting weirder the longer I stay here. I find the littlest things amusing: bugs, goats, chickens, throwing my leftover ramen into the garden as compost... Just a warning to those of you I will be seeing in December, I'm going to need a bit of help readjusting. Maybe reverse culture shock session.
My next goal for traveling is to go somewhere in South America. I think that's a pretty good goal for 2011, don't you think? There will also be at least 1 visit to DC during my spring semester, a San Francisco visit in the summer (family reunion)...
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Forced Friendship reminds me of Freshman Year
I have a new roommate! A real, warm body that speaks to me in American English. Do you know how freakishly cool that is?!?!?! I just hope she likes me or doesn’t think I’m completely insane. I mean, I have been slowly losing sanity (my favorite pastimes are now bug killing, bug watching, and reading). So it’s a little like freshman year of college. You don’t really know who you’ll end up living with but you have to share a small space no matter what. At least overseas, the chance that the person is semi-cool is pretty good. And it turns out, my new roommate is. We get along so far, so success! Yay for forced friendships.
Mmmmm candy. I love candy so much more here than I do in the USA. Probably because it’s just harder to come by. But now I have been snacking on Starbursts, Haribo gummies, and Jolly Ranchers. My teeth are going to rot but my tummy is happy.
My package from a friend included trashy celeb magazines and girly magazines. I’m pretty sure Cosmo is probably illegal in Africa but I now have a copy sitting on my floor. YAY for entertaining reading. Problem is: any sex tips I learn… can’t exactly use them… Oh well. I’ll just have to save them in my memory for when I’m less worried about the prevalence of HIV…
We watched Pretty Woman last night. My thoughts go something like this: “Wow that is an oldie but a goody. Julia Roberts is HOT. See, being a hooker could lead to successful things. I want a rich guy! I want a bubble bath, champagne, strawberries, and unlimited use of a credit card!!!”
Mmmmm candy. I love candy so much more here than I do in the USA. Probably because it’s just harder to come by. But now I have been snacking on Starbursts, Haribo gummies, and Jolly Ranchers. My teeth are going to rot but my tummy is happy.
My package from a friend included trashy celeb magazines and girly magazines. I’m pretty sure Cosmo is probably illegal in Africa but I now have a copy sitting on my floor. YAY for entertaining reading. Problem is: any sex tips I learn… can’t exactly use them… Oh well. I’ll just have to save them in my memory for when I’m less worried about the prevalence of HIV…
We watched Pretty Woman last night. My thoughts go something like this: “Wow that is an oldie but a goody. Julia Roberts is HOT. See, being a hooker could lead to successful things. I want a rich guy! I want a bubble bath, champagne, strawberries, and unlimited use of a credit card!!!”
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
There was a gecko in my room last night
I'm happy to report that my mood has been a lot better the last few days. I really do enjoy my time here and the good does outweigh the bad. Given the opportunity, I highly recommend you to live in Kampala. Maybe not where I work, kind of out in the middle of nowhere, but Kampala rocks.
I have been eating candy for dinner. Delicious but definitely not nutritious. Haribo gummies make me happy- the European kind, the not American kind.
To all the readers of this blog that have skyped, emailed and/or IMed me, I am very very grateful for your keeping in touch. You help maintain my connection to the outside world and keep me sane. Thank you so much! Love you!
I have been eating candy for dinner. Delicious but definitely not nutritious. Haribo gummies make me happy- the European kind, the not American kind.
To all the readers of this blog that have skyped, emailed and/or IMed me, I am very very grateful for your keeping in touch. You help maintain my connection to the outside world and keep me sane. Thank you so much! Love you!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Almost 2 months in Uganda, A Recap
I've been here almost 2 months and I thought it might be time for some reflection so here goes:
First time trying sugar cane
First time seeing and accidentally killing a praying mantis
Trips to Kampala: 3
Times I've gotten lost in Kampala: 2
Times I wish I was somewhere else: let's not keep count
Don't get me wrong, I love Uganda. The people here are incredible, and it's so interesting to learn about someone else's culture and way of life. There are a few things I dislike about this place, including: packing 5 people in the back of a compact car to drive 2 hours, the roads, the traffic, and on occassion, the lack of greasy American food.
I love rain and rain in Uganda is awesome. Last night it poured and I just sat outside my room, in the rain, and enjoyed feeling it on my face, drenching me. It's incredibly refreshing. So HELLO RAINY SEASON!
First time trying sugar cane
First time seeing and accidentally killing a praying mantis
Trips to Kampala: 3
Times I've gotten lost in Kampala: 2
Times I wish I was somewhere else: let's not keep count
Don't get me wrong, I love Uganda. The people here are incredible, and it's so interesting to learn about someone else's culture and way of life. There are a few things I dislike about this place, including: packing 5 people in the back of a compact car to drive 2 hours, the roads, the traffic, and on occassion, the lack of greasy American food.
I love rain and rain in Uganda is awesome. Last night it poured and I just sat outside my room, in the rain, and enjoyed feeling it on my face, drenching me. It's incredibly refreshing. So HELLO RAINY SEASON!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Inappropriateness
Since I cannot express every incredibly insane thought of mine on the other blog, I figured I'd update this one on any and all things random and inappropriate. All for your reading pleasure.
If God loved women, He would have made it easier for us to go to the bathroom. I mean, seriously. Why do guys have it so easy? Every night when I walk into the pit latrine, I think about this. At night, all the bugs are attracted to the light bulbs in the latrines (when there is power), so going to the bathroom is an episode of listening to bugs buzz incessantly around your head. It'd be so much easier to pee standing up and be done with it. Nope, instead I have to worry about things crawling out of the hole and up my leg; if a mosquito is going to bite me in an inappropriate place... you get what I mean. I KNOW I said I was going to stop blogging about bathrooms, but really, it's just such a fun experience out here that I can't not talk about it.
To go months without sex... I'm just going to say, it's very depressing.
So I'm out in a remote area. I never wear pants while I'm out here. I'm always in a skirt and can I just say, when it's hot, the chaffing that goes on is out of this world. I never have this issue in the USA but here, it seems to happen every once in a while. Grr. But when I'm alone in my room, I strip down to shorts and a sports bra, throw on my iPod (with broken headphones, by the way), and jump around. It's my one way of relieving stress and frustration without having to choke, stab, punch, or murder someone. It's also a way of working out.
The traditional food here is matoke, plantains boiled and then mushed together. Usually it's coupled with beans or a meat. I eat it every day for lunch. Honestly, when I get back to the US, I'm not eating bananas again for at least 6 months. It gets a little... old? But my Africa diet rocks. I'm pretty sure I can lose the weight I gained in Boston (which I did cuz I didn't work out and ate like crap).
Every night, I hide in my mosquito net like a freakshow because I hate mosquitoes and they annoy me. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, paranoid there is a mosquito in my net, eating me alive. I know, I'm nuts. It's the mefloquine.
And why oh why was that military guy married?!?!?!?!?! Girls, if I could have taken a picture of him to show you, I would have. Fantaaaaaastic bod, great tattoos... anyway...
My little sister is adorable. I love her. This is the song she wrote for me and sent me in an email, with directions and everything:
WHEN THERE IS A DASH BETWEEN A WORD THEN U SPELL IT OUT!! XAMPLE: c-a-t
I HAVE A J,
A ..........J-E-,
I HAVE A J-E-S-S-I-C-A,
THAT LIVES IN MY F-A-M-I-L-Y
AND I AM VERY S-A-D
THAT SHE IS IN...U-G-A-N-D-A
FOR THE S-U-M-M-E-R!! :(
JESSICA IS IN UGANDA FOR THE SUMMER!!
(IM STILL VERY SAD)
:(
If God loved women, He would have made it easier for us to go to the bathroom. I mean, seriously. Why do guys have it so easy? Every night when I walk into the pit latrine, I think about this. At night, all the bugs are attracted to the light bulbs in the latrines (when there is power), so going to the bathroom is an episode of listening to bugs buzz incessantly around your head. It'd be so much easier to pee standing up and be done with it. Nope, instead I have to worry about things crawling out of the hole and up my leg; if a mosquito is going to bite me in an inappropriate place... you get what I mean. I KNOW I said I was going to stop blogging about bathrooms, but really, it's just such a fun experience out here that I can't not talk about it.
To go months without sex... I'm just going to say, it's very depressing.
So I'm out in a remote area. I never wear pants while I'm out here. I'm always in a skirt and can I just say, when it's hot, the chaffing that goes on is out of this world. I never have this issue in the USA but here, it seems to happen every once in a while. Grr. But when I'm alone in my room, I strip down to shorts and a sports bra, throw on my iPod (with broken headphones, by the way), and jump around. It's my one way of relieving stress and frustration without having to choke, stab, punch, or murder someone. It's also a way of working out.
The traditional food here is matoke, plantains boiled and then mushed together. Usually it's coupled with beans or a meat. I eat it every day for lunch. Honestly, when I get back to the US, I'm not eating bananas again for at least 6 months. It gets a little... old? But my Africa diet rocks. I'm pretty sure I can lose the weight I gained in Boston (which I did cuz I didn't work out and ate like crap).
Every night, I hide in my mosquito net like a freakshow because I hate mosquitoes and they annoy me. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, paranoid there is a mosquito in my net, eating me alive. I know, I'm nuts. It's the mefloquine.
And why oh why was that military guy married?!?!?!?!?! Girls, if I could have taken a picture of him to show you, I would have. Fantaaaaaastic bod, great tattoos... anyway...
My little sister is adorable. I love her. This is the song she wrote for me and sent me in an email, with directions and everything:
WHEN THERE IS A DASH BETWEEN A WORD THEN U SPELL IT OUT!! XAMPLE: c-a-t
I HAVE A J,
A ..........J-E-,
I HAVE A J-E-S-S-I-C-A,
THAT LIVES IN MY F-A-M-I-L-Y
AND I AM VERY S-A-D
THAT SHE IS IN...U-G-A-N-D-A
FOR THE S-U-M-M-E-R!! :(
JESSICA IS IN UGANDA FOR THE SUMMER!!
(IM STILL VERY SAD)
:(
Friday, March 26, 2010
If you really want to make me happy...
The things I love when I'm cranky, more than anything:
Bookstores. I love the feeling of books under my fingertips. I love being around books. It's an amazing feeling. Learning new things, just reading interesting things... Bookstores. They make me so happy. I love books. I adore books. I highly fancy them. I LOOOOOOVE!
Good Chinese Food. Quality, real Chinese food. It is like soul food for me. Comfort food. I can eat it and feel so happy. Fuzzy. The stuff I love is usually not super greasy. So after eating it, it's not like you feel disgusting. You just feel full and so delightful. Red bean paste. Wonton noodle soup. Egg tarts. Scallion pancakes. Rice noodles. Ohhhhhh my stars, that just makes me feel so fuzzy.
Lazy afternoon naps. They feel so good. So casual. I just don't get them as often as I'd like (like ever).
You want to make me happy? Take me to a bookstore, fill me with Chinese food, and let me take a nap. Then I'm your girl. I have done 1 of the 3 today. Chinese food. Mmmm wonton noodle soup... moon cake... egg tart... I adore Chinatown here. Ai!!!
Have a great weekend! (whoever you are)
Bookstores. I love the feeling of books under my fingertips. I love being around books. It's an amazing feeling. Learning new things, just reading interesting things... Bookstores. They make me so happy. I love books. I adore books. I highly fancy them. I LOOOOOOVE!
Good Chinese Food. Quality, real Chinese food. It is like soul food for me. Comfort food. I can eat it and feel so happy. Fuzzy. The stuff I love is usually not super greasy. So after eating it, it's not like you feel disgusting. You just feel full and so delightful. Red bean paste. Wonton noodle soup. Egg tarts. Scallion pancakes. Rice noodles. Ohhhhhh my stars, that just makes me feel so fuzzy.
Lazy afternoon naps. They feel so good. So casual. I just don't get them as often as I'd like (like ever).
You want to make me happy? Take me to a bookstore, fill me with Chinese food, and let me take a nap. Then I'm your girl. I have done 1 of the 3 today. Chinese food. Mmmm wonton noodle soup... moon cake... egg tart... I adore Chinatown here. Ai!!!
Have a great weekend! (whoever you are)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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!
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!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Just a late night thought
Good friends are hard to come by and amazing when you find them. Hard to keep, but if you can, they are worth it. Worth more than all the therapy in the world can buy. I love the ones I have and cherish them more than they'll ever know.
xoxo
xoxo
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Dreams...
Are dreams our subconsciousness talking to us while we sleep? Or are dreams just crazy nonsense? I sure wish I could figure this out. Sometimes I have crazy dreams that I never want to have come true. I have dreams that are nightmares that make me want to die. Then there are the dreams that I wish would come true and I want to stay in the dream forever. I wish I had a dream genie who could make certain dreams come true. No, I don't want the dream about me running down my elementary school hallway naked to come true. And no, I don't want the dream of me getting sucked into the rapids of the Nile, drowning to death, to come true either. But some dreams would be nice. Like the time I win $100 million dollars and don't know what to do with all the money. Or... well you know... if you know me well enough, I bet you know what dreams I really want to come true. Especially now...
Finals are steadily approaching. I am almost done with my 1st semester of grad school. Hallelujah! Huzzah! Hooray! Let's just hope I pass. Because with the glasses of wine and rum/cokes I've been having at night... let's just say I haven't been very productive. But sometimes they're so nice and comforting after a long ass day of work and class and work and class AND work.
PS I am l.o.v.i.n.g. my Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash. Totally worth it. Makes my day worth waking up for. And walking home for. Now if I could get some vodka to add to it, my life would be x2 better.
PPS I prefer Firefox to Internet Explorer.
PPPS I don't know how to go to bed early. NO matter how tired I am. It's weird.
Finals are steadily approaching. I am almost done with my 1st semester of grad school. Hallelujah! Huzzah! Hooray! Let's just hope I pass. Because with the glasses of wine and rum/cokes I've been having at night... let's just say I haven't been very productive. But sometimes they're so nice and comforting after a long ass day of work and class and work and class AND work.
PS I am l.o.v.i.n.g. my Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash. Totally worth it. Makes my day worth waking up for. And walking home for. Now if I could get some vodka to add to it, my life would be x2 better.
PPS I prefer Firefox to Internet Explorer.
PPPS I don't know how to go to bed early. NO matter how tired I am. It's weird.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Adventures of the Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash
I'm stupid. The next time I walk into a grocery store and see Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash (my favorite soda ever), I shouldn't buy two 12-packs. I walked 1 mile home with my soda. All I could think about was the delicious taste of its liquid sliding down my throat as my arms screamed angry profanities at me and my credit card. Then as I walked... the cardboard was ripping... the box in my left hand ripped. Oh yes, I was the girl kneeling on the side of the road, grabbing at cans of soda (3 rolled away from me). Now I have a backpack of food, 1 broken 6-pack, 1 complete 6-pack. So I unload some food and put all 12 cans into my backpack. I am that pathetic girl walking home with her soda. Oh Diet Sierra Mist Cranberry Splash, you had better be worth it. And right now, you are. Not only do you taste great, I walked into my apartment giggling my head off at the outrageous-ness of the situation. And how stupid I am to think I would be able to get two 12-packs 1 mile home. But nonetheless, this soda is awesome
Wisconsin, I hope you enjoy the snow. I will think of you, dream of you, and wish you well from here on the East Coast. Keep it around so I can see it when I come home for Thanksgiving!!
Wisconsin, I hope you enjoy the snow. I will think of you, dream of you, and wish you well from here on the East Coast. Keep it around so I can see it when I come home for Thanksgiving!!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Lush Lite
In true Wisconsin style, I love beer. I used to dislike it. Thought it tasted terrible. Not so much anymore. I got off work Saturday and all I could think about was beer. And pizza. I went home. 6 pack of Miller Lite and a pizza. It was awesome. I never finished the pack. So I had one tonight as I worked on a paper for one of my classes. Who says I can't enjoy life! Or the taste of beer... Now give me a Spotted Cow (which I looked for and cannot find in MA) and I'll be happier.
I'm coming back to the state for Thanksgiving. A little R&R in the Midwest- much needed. But I will have a paper to write and things to do. Oh well. Some good Wisconsin air will help my soul, I just know it. PLUS Black Friday?! HELL YES! I love getting up at the crack of dawn and shopping with the madness. It's my fav thing to do. F.A.V.O.R.I.T.E. The deals are great. Only a few more days...
Currently listening to: "Mickey" by B*Witched... why? Oh... I don't know. Because it's a catchy, happy song
I'm coming back to the state for Thanksgiving. A little R&R in the Midwest- much needed. But I will have a paper to write and things to do. Oh well. Some good Wisconsin air will help my soul, I just know it. PLUS Black Friday?! HELL YES! I love getting up at the crack of dawn and shopping with the madness. It's my fav thing to do. F.A.V.O.R.I.T.E. The deals are great. Only a few more days...
Currently listening to: "Mickey" by B*Witched... why? Oh... I don't know. Because it's a catchy, happy song
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Hmm...
I love:
The movie Pride and Prejudice with Keira KnightleyThe smell of rain
Cuddling with someone I love
I have a love/hate relationship with:
Ice cream, pizza, and lots of other junk food (because it tastes so good but makes me fat)Airports (it means I'm traveling to go somewhere, but I kind of hate them)
Cranberry juice (it goes well with vodka but it also goes well treating a UTI and stains my clothes)
I have 3 papers to write and no motivation. It seems to be the theme.
PS: Flamenco music is p.r.e.t.t.y. cool
Monday, October 12, 2009
Bounce thoughts, Bounce
I bought a dress I can't afford today. I can't afford it because I have no money. But I love the dress. So I bought it. But who knows when I'll actually wear it because 1) it's kind of fancy 2) I need to lose weight to look better in it 3) I don't have anyone I feel the need to impress here.
I don't like doing homework. I procrastinate constantly.
I'm really full right now... Garlic bread pizza is awesome. But now I want a beer.
Glow in the Dark condoms... I find them an interesting invention (not that I have recent experience)... it would be like a light saber... think about it.
I painted my toenails red. I think painted toenails are cuter than non-painted toenails.
I need to work out more. I want to run a 10K.
I don't like doing homework. I procrastinate constantly.
I'm really full right now... Garlic bread pizza is awesome. But now I want a beer.
Glow in the Dark condoms... I find them an interesting invention (not that I have recent experience)... it would be like a light saber... think about it.
I painted my toenails red. I think painted toenails are cuter than non-painted toenails.
I need to work out more. I want to run a 10K.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Rated at least PG-13
It turns out that no matter how I try, I can never stop being a night owl. I seem to work best when the rest of the world is sleeping. I've been told this is bad for my body, my skin... just about my everything, but tell that to my brain!
You are forewarned that this post was done at 1am and is rated at least PG-13, probably more along the lines of R.
Again, you are warned that this is me in full effect...
I realized today that I chose the right field to pursue a career in. If you know me well, you know that one of my favorite topics of discussion is sex. Just plain, honest sex. Don't hold back, as dirty as you can get, sex. I like things that make people squirm uncomfortable. I like honesty. Think about it though, sex is as honest as it gets (unless you're getting raped and that's a whole other topic or if you lie your way into the actual action or a whole number of things... I guess I'm talking more about the actual action of doing so if you're doing it with someone you like/love/whatever). If you're completely in action, sex is honest. You're naked, completely exposed, vulnerable... People, it's all out there to be seen. Hello skin! (Well... unless it's pitch black and you're just grabbing at things...) Overall nothing to hide. I like it!
Okay, you're probably reading this and going: oh Jess...
Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know... But really, it's not my fault. I've been flipping back and forth through this book called The Wisdom of Whores: Bureaucrats, Brothels, and The Business of AIDS. Writing a critical book review for one of my classes... I've written paragraph after paragraph about safe sex, anal sex, oral sex, bodily fluids, gay, straight (okay there's the occasional intravenous drug user and dirty needle bit thrown in there)... reread parts of the book, reread parts of the paper... for the most part: sex sex sex... ALL DAY LONG. Welcome to the Field of Public Health. Turns out we're not afraid to talk/write about anything and I'm writing a paper about sex that will make up about 50% of my grade.
**Disclaimer**no ACTUAL action going on here, just keyboard typing**
You are forewarned that this post was done at 1am and is rated at least PG-13, probably more along the lines of R.
Again, you are warned that this is me in full effect...
I realized today that I chose the right field to pursue a career in. If you know me well, you know that one of my favorite topics of discussion is sex. Just plain, honest sex. Don't hold back, as dirty as you can get, sex. I like things that make people squirm uncomfortable. I like honesty. Think about it though, sex is as honest as it gets (unless you're getting raped and that's a whole other topic or if you lie your way into the actual action or a whole number of things... I guess I'm talking more about the actual action of doing so if you're doing it with someone you like/love/whatever). If you're completely in action, sex is honest. You're naked, completely exposed, vulnerable... People, it's all out there to be seen. Hello skin! (Well... unless it's pitch black and you're just grabbing at things...) Overall nothing to hide. I like it!
Okay, you're probably reading this and going: oh Jess...
Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know... But really, it's not my fault. I've been flipping back and forth through this book called The Wisdom of Whores: Bureaucrats, Brothels, and The Business of AIDS. Writing a critical book review for one of my classes... I've written paragraph after paragraph about safe sex, anal sex, oral sex, bodily fluids, gay, straight (okay there's the occasional intravenous drug user and dirty needle bit thrown in there)... reread parts of the book, reread parts of the paper... for the most part: sex sex sex... ALL DAY LONG. Welcome to the Field of Public Health. Turns out we're not afraid to talk/write about anything and I'm writing a paper about sex that will make up about 50% of my grade.
**Disclaimer**no ACTUAL action going on here, just keyboard typing**
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