Monday, February 23, 2009

Nom Nom Nom

No Joke, today was the best day Ive ever had. Melissa introduced both Jon and I to Trader Joe's. Its Whole Foods meets Aldi's meets Wegmans plus pretend you are a Native American and a British explorer all at the same time. And thats really what its all about. Pretty much everything is cheaper and healthier here than anywhere else. Its quite a small store for packing such a big punch into my life. For $20 you can buy a buttload of good healthy delicious foods. Anything you can think of really. Buffalo, why dont you have one yet? Sadface.

Step Two: Apartment Shopping. Its harder than you think. And the more people the hardy harder it is. There are multiple components to everyones apartment shopping experience that are focused on in order to find "the one."  They have to be funny, taller than me, Ethnic, oh wait. I mean apartments:

1. Bathroom: Is there enough counterspace for three girls to comfortably place blowdryers, hair brushes, buttloads of different creams and coverups and straighteners and soaps. Is the shower clean? Is there sufficient mirror space?

2. Bedroom: Can I fit a bed? Is there closet space for clothes, shoes, purses, luggage? Can I fit a dresser, and maybe another dresser, and maybe a desk, or chair, and is there a window to hang cute light catchers on? 

3. Kitchen: 2 out of the 3 of us are culinary/baking/pastry students. So.. they like nice kitchens. And since I pretend to be a food affictionado, well, I want the kitchen to be pretty swanky too. Lots of moving around space, counter space for all those crafty foodie tools, blenders, toasters, bullets, whipping, mashing, contracting, condensing, rolling, baking tools. The stove has to be new. There has to be enough room for a table, and for more than 4 people to comfortable move about. 

4. Living space: I like alot of living space. I like to have alot of people over, with alot of room to move around, places for people to sit and stand and hang out and play games and talk and chit chat. There has to be a couch. And I am all for coffee tables and decorative floor lamps.

5. Extra facilities [Bonuses]: Is there laundry on premise? Is there parking? Is there a yard of some sort, or a porch? How close is it to public transportation? Is it in the ghetto of providence? Who lives around me, other students, or families or single sex offenders? How does the place hold heat and how are the utilities typically?

6. Price: really, $1400 per month for a 3 bedroom on the South Side? Haha yeah ok. But $1400 for a 3bdrm on the East Side is nothing.

7. Location: There are so many neighborhoods in Providence: Edgewood: which is near JWU Harborside campus. East Side: near brown and risd and thayer, so its edgey and trendy and indie and richer. Federal Hill: Italian and foodie and laiden with students.  Armory: not bad, just average, little lower of a neighborhood. North Prov: Far from downtownish. Lower East Side: over past Wickenden, so its pretty arty and decent price but far from campus. West Side: Pot smokers and struggling artists with a dash of crime. South Prov: Little Mexico. haha. no.

So now that we have that racious list of whats important, now its important to note that everyone weighs these things differently, like for me, a good kitchen is better than a good bathroom. And big living space is better than bigger bathrooms. So if the place has a nice kitchen, a small bathroom, alot of living space, but small bathrooms, I would be ok with it and probably  TAP THAT. But say, for someone else, a huge bathroom is key, or laundry on premises is more important than a small bathroom. Thats what makes it fun and game like. You have to match everyones tastes and rankings with the other roommates to decide which apartment will be a perfect fit for all three. 

I personally love to look at apartments. They all still have tennents in them, which is cool. Seeing how others (my age) life realy enamores me. We saw about 7 apartments today, and the range of living style was amazing. We went from one place with all the doors kicked in and graffiti on the walls, to a dark man cave pot reeking place, to a neat little colorful abode. Like whoa. Some people actually make an effort to have these apartments as their home, not just a place to crash, or a party center. Some places are tastful and modest while others are holes of crap and dirt. I love how guys live compared to girls too. Such an obvious thing we noticed. And you should tell what gender lived in that apartment in the first five seconds of being in it. Haha one of the guys kitchens had a list taped to the wall titled "Sh*T We Need." I laughed out loud. The girls places were more apt to have cleaner bedrooms too. Its so interesting to compare and contrast. I dont know why, just fascinating. 

We found one that we all enjoyed. I think. We just have to work out some more details, and so I will keep an update on that. 

I tried to be all crafty tonight by cooking some sweet potatoes in a new way. But it half turned out great. And half made me want to hurl up so many chunks of puke that you never even knew your kidneys looked like that. Yeah grossed out? Good. 

Russia in t minus 4 days. Whoa.

Secret Notes

Secret Notes
By Alissa Graham

Its the girls like you that I want to win.
she writes heart messy poems but works on keeping it together.
She deserves the best.
She doesnt try to hard for number one, because she secretly is
and maybe goes to school for physical therapy.

She gives him a smile out of the corner of her eye
and keeps herself under control when she knows what she really wants.
she eats whole grain bread and is always around.
She wears an extra layer of clothing just to keep warm
and cares less about the show.

Nice guys finish last. so its said
but what about the girls who have laid in bed,
and hope patiently for what they know
dreaming and wishing for something that doesnt seem too out of control.

Its the girls like you that I want to win.
the ones who know what they want to say, but not at the right time.
she has what it takes, to make a difference in life.
working behind the scenes bring smiles to faces
and not attracting all the view.

She builds you up with those cute little things, and wants the best.
She waits for you, sometimes needing what she needs, and freely gives.
I hope you see thats what she needs.
and she likes to travel in the night, probably 2 am.
With depth and height she strains to know what will make love grow.

Its the girls like you that I want to win.
Secret notes written in crayon, a clever heart from contruction paper.
Hidden in your bag after you left.
Its the girls like you that I want to win.

Shes a little rough around the edges, but a temperment that goes down pretty smooth.
You talk for hours and watch the sun go down.
Then you leave her behind for your next shot of overly aggressive caffeine
from the girl that I do not want to win.
I dont want her to win.
But its the girls like you that I want to win.
clap. clap.

Strong Conclusions, Random Thoughts

This weekend has been good. Crazy but good. And I have the worst memory of the world. I cant even remember what I did yesterday. I remember making pancakes, and sleeping in, but thats about it. Oh and Walmart. Ok. Oh and making hummus. ahh its all coming back to me now.

Ack I just got a ridiculous bout of tiredness. I am excited about Russia. No joke. Ive gotten support from the most unlikely of places. Its awesome. Professors, and random church members, and student organizations. I wish CAWNY would not have been so ridiculous to me though. And honestly, I am quite annoyed at their actions. They basically said that they do not have time to even consider raising money for me? And its not even like... "Oh we will think about it," or "Oh we will pray for you.." Nope.. nothing at all... =(

Ok not to be so negative. Sorry. God has truly blessed us in this trip.. everyone has had support coming in, and Grace Harbor is so encouraging about the whole thing. I am so excited. I cant stress it enough. I hope God's will is truly done.

I was quite afraid previously this week because my laptop had some problems with the Audio system and drivers, but using my superior technology skills, I was able to reset some stuff, and return the computer to a previous date. Now its all good.

I have something interesting to say about tribes in Africa and missions. But it will have to wait for another day when I am more coherent. Sorry for these blog posts to be so selfish and boring lately. With everything going on lately, Ive just been so tired and cant think up anything more exciting to say. Ugh Finals this week, work, getting ready for Russia, so many thing to do.



Friday, February 20, 2009

Being Drawn Into a Never Ending Cicle

I am being highly tempted to buy my own site, as in kind of thing. Josh and Taylor are encouraging me. Haha. I cant get enough. I guess it would be around.. like.. $10 a year or something? And it would host my blog, pictures, info, bio, travel stuff, cool applications, etc etc. I don't really know. Im sick of having 244 different blogs and sites to get into. It would be nice to compile everything.

So.. this year has been amazing. I have learned so much, first, from working in the Resource Room, Ive been openned up to some new and amazing techie designy stuff. I love it. Twitter? Never would have heard about it if I did not hang out in here so much. And then all those dinners with Alon and Kim showcasing their culinary/baking skills, and openning my tastebuds to food I never dreamed I could make. Before this year, Eggplant parmesan was just somthing that I craved, but now I know how to make it from scratch, and its EASY!

Thats the cool thing about Johnson & Wales, meeting all these new and cool people with different majors, and everyone is generally really passionate about their major, and into all this cutting edge stuff, so you learn ALOT from everyone. I think thats why I switched majors to Travel/tourism, and did not stay in Business, just from the excitement and passion of people who were in that major (besides the fact that thats the major I wanted anyways, but somehow got signed up for Marketing?).

They say that the learning you do in college is not really in the classroom, but what you do outside of the classroom, and I agree.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

You Think You Know What Life Is...

Every so often you think you know what life is really like, and then you eat Bibimbop and your life is revolutionized.

Maybe it looks gross, but its glory really. Pure glory. So Han is leaving on Friday, and to say goodbye, we went out to this really great Korean family place on Transit St called Solomon's Market. I recommend it. They have all the basics and even though it is pricey, you get every cent you pay for. Heaping plates and bowls of rice and Kimchi and your meal. Oh man.. YUM! Im sad that Han is leaving though. He is awesome.

Story of my life right here? Supermodel hair and Asians. <3

I want to Be in the Light.

As you are in the Light.

I want to shine like the stars in the heavens.

9 to 9 and the Sun dont Shine

Ack! Talk about a loooong day. I left home at 9am, and just got back a little while ago, that would be oh ya know, around midnight.

Holy Bajeebers.
And Kern the Snail is a beast.

And I randomly took a walk at 11, from the bus stop to up around the State House. And took some pics on the way. Here you go folks. The statue is my hero. I love him. I see him about 3 times a day, and one day I should read what he says. But every picture of him looks live action shot, which is why I like him so.

I am tired. As most of my days end.

So Good night folks.


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I See the World and the World Sees Me

Ok Folks. I am looking for some new and awesome quotes/verses/proverbs/sayings.. just some fun enriching junk. Ready set go. Comment your faves.

So High. So Low. So Fast. So Slow.

“Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all the times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.”

 John Wesley 

Today was a day of epic highs and lows. But actually, only a few lows, and the rest are highs.

Good: Interview with Admissions for a summer job/ which will give me free food the entire summer, and a free class/ and amazingness.

Bad: I accidently missed the interview with Office of Student Activities, because I thought it was on Wednesday.

Good: I turned in my Botany paper finally. 

Bad: I forgot how to spell the professors name.

Good: I dropped Spanish like its hot. Hopefully WithdrawPass.

Bad: Now I have to retake it again, but thats not really a bad thing because I want to actually learn the language.

Good: Today was BEAUTIFUL out. And I felt like frolicking.

Good: We saw two apartments today.

Bad: Their utilities were ABSURD! Seriously.. $300 a month for gas.. really? Rip off much? And no laundry on premise. 

Good: I liked the kitchens though.

Bad: The landlord walked into a random apartment of three guys without telling them she was showing up. It was extremely uncomfortable, and one of them ran to hide his ..drug parapharnalia. Trust me, I know thats what he was doing. We were on the West Side. haha.

Good: I felt like I got A LOT accomplished.

Good: My snail is really cool, His name is Kern. Also, we have a new little fish. His name is RGB. And the good ole CMYK. I am so glad we can have this little aquarium in the Resource Room.

Good: I GOT HIRED for the summer job, which will be all summer long, and then until I graduate school if I want. It is a Student Assistant gig in the Admissions department, pretty much answering phones and stuffing envelopes. But seriously.. awesome. And I will save so much money this summer because of the free meals at school, and a free class, and a scholarship every trimester that I work. Thank God. (I start May 26th.)

Bad: I wont be working in CBCSI next year. This is sad. But my fave people are graduating anyways, and it wont be the same. 

Good/Bad: Since working right next to Cafe la France, I have become ADDICTED to Chai tea. You dont understand. A-D.DIC_TE*D. This is bad because chai tea costs money. Not alot. (Mom dont worry Im not breaking the bank.) But good because its amazing, and worth EVERY penny=)    [btw this picture is of my iced chai tea and the computers at work, this morning]

Good: I took a 5 hour nap at 7pm. Now I am awake. And about ready to hit the sack again. Im pretty tired. And this is good, because I will not have a hard time waking up tomorrow. 

Night all.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Let me be completely honest right now..

First of All, I want to welcome new readers to this site. Mother dearest, grandfather, and whomever else now feels the urge to read. Feel free to stick around, comment anytime, and I think its hilarious that you are reading this.
Second of all. I am sitting at my kitchen table drinking luke warm spiced chai tea with a little too much sugar and a bite to kill you. Sitting next to me are the notes from Botany class about the movies that I am supposed to be writing a three page paper on. I dont quite know how far I am, but can guarantee you that the second page has not been infiltrated yet. Its due tomorrow morning, before the professor gets to his office. Except he never really told me what time that is. So Im guessing... noon? haha. Blaa.
This weekend has been surprisingly delightful. Friday was just hang out time with some friends and a nice day with laid back work and no pressure. Saturday was quite lovely. I had lunch with some friends from freshman year that I havent seen much of this year. I finally saw the Renny dorm, and it was better than I imagined! But apartment living is for me. We went and supported out friends in a school performance, entitled "The Vagina Monologues," which is a monologue about.. well... womens violence and abuse around the world, with some candid humor thrown in. Boh Eleanor and Tracy performed and did spectacular. Then I went over to the Village for a girls night full of fun and we watched Gladiator. It was intense. Me and Kim ended up jamming out to some old school Avalon/Bill Gaither music, and oh man, what fun times ensued. Today was Russia meeting, and church. Then I bought some more comfy warm socks at the Army/Navy Surplus, along with a really awesome arsty crafty book from Urban Outfitters up on Thayer. Then Kevin and Melissa's Bible study, which I love.
I really wanted to upload some funny pictures I took today, but my browser is being ridiculously slow tonight.
I am excited about going to Russia, but am well aware of the risks involved. Mostly attack from the enemy if ya know what I mean. A few relationships have been slightly bruised since we announced who was going, but I am really striving to hold fast and be loving/forgiving/ and faithful.
At the Bible study tonight, Kevin read a great verse from Revelations (21:6-8)
"He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. 7 He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son. But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars—their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur. "
Mostly, I want to focus on verse 7. This verse excites me. The whole chapter is about the second coming of Christ, which is pretty intense stuff. Its talking about how when Christ returns, He will make all things new and there will be no death or dying or pain or suffering. And people will wipe every tear from their eyes. Except it is "He who overcomes" who will get all these things. Christians are overcomers. No joke about it. First of all, when we accepted that we were crappy sinners, and that Jesus came on this earth to sacrifice his body for us to make us able to have a relationship with God, we overcame our prideful self in order to give God control.
Thats whats awesome though. This promise! I see it as a way of saying "Dont give up!" Things might get hard or tricky! "Persevere!".. "God is on your side!" (which we often forget). And we do not labor in vain. There is a reward. And those who are unbelievers, or cowards, or vile, or perverted, will be left in the dust. Dang I cling to my salvation with thankfulness. Thank you God.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Valentine's Day Prayer

Love is patient, love is kind.
Lord please help me to have patience when dealing with all sorts of people. I want to be kind, even when there is no gratitude or acknowledgement. And I want to be creatively kind at that.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 
Help me to look at my brother or sister and wish them well, not wish for what they have, or proclaim useless platitudes in order to have them think better of me. Help me to be humble and encouraging.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 

I do not want to be rude or hurtful. Please help me to stop and listen, rather than to jump in and speak. I want to only seek after the other persons benefits, and shove down my own. I want to have self control, a disciplined mind that will be laid back and loving, not quick to become offended or angered. I want to forgive and forget. Even if they hurt me 77x777 times, I want to forgive them.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
And sometimes the truth is not sexy.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 
I desire to protect hearts, to protect reputations. I hope to trust always, giving the benefit of the doubt. I want to be able to hope for the good, and always persevere through the bad with my friends.

Love never fails. 
God I thank you that you are love. And I thank you that you never fail me. I hope and pray that I also do not fail those that I love, but I also ask for you to give both them and I mercy and grace for when I do.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (New King James Bible)

As this Valentine's Day of 2009 comes to fruition, I hope that we think of greater things... Not about the candy or the heart socks that our grandparents buy us, the romantic dinners, or the cards from friends. But we think of deeper things.

"How can I love greater?"
I love my friend more by being slow to anger when he angers me.
I love my dad better when I seek to keep no record of his wrongs.
I can love my boyfriend/girlfriend better by striving to protect their hearts and their purity.
I can love strangers better by not delighting in evil, but seeking to rejoice in the truth, which sometimes isnt popular or easy.

Also, "how can I love God better?" Maybe by cutting out some of the crap that we strangle ourselves in and realizing the truth that He will never fail us, and He is love, so feel free to insert His name whereever love appears.

Which means that God:
Is patient, is kind, does not envy, does not boast, is not proud, is not rude, is not self-seeking, is not easily angered, keeps no record of wrongs, does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth, always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. AND NEVER FAILS.

Amen. =)
Much love&

Thursday, February 12, 2009

I said noo nooo, noo noo, you're not the one for me...

1 Timothy 5 :1-2
 Do not rebuke an older man harshly, but exhort him as if he were your father. Treat younger men as brothers, older women as mothers, and younger women as sisters, with absolute purity.

Timothy 5 is a beast chapter. Its full of meat and how to treat widows, and each other and elders. For some reason I laugh a little when I read it, just because of how hardcore it is. But, these first few verses are ridiculously relevant to my life right now. Dang, I mean the whole Bible is relevant to my life right now, but specifically I am pinpointing these verses. Its slightly a hard concept to grasp, treating younger men as brothers, seeing as Ive never had a brother. And to treat an older man as a father? As in, hey you are a year older than me... really?   Hmm.. I enjoy how it says nothing about treating them as friends, and how it finishes "with absolute purity." Seriously no joke. I like it.
I think of myself, and how I always have guy friends around.. and how I need to start treating them like brothers, in all purity. I am reminded of Casey and her brother(s) and the love/admiration that they have for one another. I guess I slightly struggle with the difference between brother/friend.. or if there really is not one.
Proverbs 17:17 (21st Century King James Version)
A friend is loving at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Proverbs 18:24 (21st Century King James Version)
A man that hath friends must show himself friendly, and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
Zechariah 7:10 (21st Century King James Version)
And oppress not the widow nor the fatherless, the stranger, nor the poor; and let none of you imagine evil against his brother in your heart.'

   If I had my Strongs concordance I would look up the literal Greek and Hebrew translations of the words "Brother" and "Friend."    So I ponder.  And I will revisit this subject at a later time.
Ok my life goal is to get 8 hours of sleep tonight. And ready.. set.. go.

CMYK Creativity

Ok so I totally know there are typos in there. Sorry.
CMYK found his permanent home today in the Resource Room. Its quite an inspirational story really. I will share. He was born the day I picked him up from the Harborside gym (obviously fish dont exist until after you own them). Then he travelled a brave and wonderous journey in an automobile up a hill and almost over a cliff. Then he lived, nameless, and like a dirty scoundrel, for 2 weeks in a dark cave. Then after returning to the Harborside gym for a night of awful sound making, he took another trip in an automobile to a cold and foodless dark cave. Finally, after spending the night there, he took yet another trip in an automobile, where he was united with his final home.  Like I said, its inspirational. Now he lives in a vase that we stole from the CBCSI basement and it some pretty rad accomodations. Let me tell you. ITs like a 7 diamond facility. Except he has not eaten for a few days=/
I asked my mom if she would disown me as her child if I dropped Spanish class with only 2 more weeks left. And after a while, she got back to me "hmm      no." How reassuring. We will see what happens folks. I cant do it any longer quite honestly.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Red Doors and 911


Im alive and thriving for the record. No more disease of the soul/body. In case someone wondered. 

Today was a good day. Besides the fact that I missed two more classes because of my insomnia/issues, it was a good day. (I think I've missed more Botany classes than I have attended. Thank you Prof K for your love) I handed in my apps for working in CBSCI next year, hopefully a student assistant position, not just work study. I also got to the bank, as well as enjoying the glory of Tim Hortons. 

Tuesday Night Truth had an Open Mic Night that was pretty awesome. 


I just called 911. Because.. I was listening to some Blackout on Youtube, when I heard these wretching noises, thinking..hmm maybe it was part of the vid, but alas, I took off the headphone and looked out my window. What did I spy, ever so nye? A creeper throwing themselves on the ground, sticking their finger down their throat and trying to vomit up as much as possible, while telling something (the vomit) to "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT." There was a weird blonde wig involved, an unmarked white car, and a suspicious black male. The creeper doing the wretching was white, but undistinguishable as a male or female, due to the conflicts in the hair/walk. So its creepy, and there are weird bags out on the ground. And then the wretcher was trying to light.. (the vomit? the wig?) on fire. Which was unsucessful. So I called the cops. This is mad creepy stuff yo. The cops.. haha.. not only bring an ambulance, but also a fire truck. Everything but the kitchen sink. As soon as suspect #2 sees the whole barrage of dramatic vehicles coming, he gets out, throws the wretcher in the passenger seat, and runs to the driver seat and they PEEEEELOFF son. Peeled faster than a banana. Haha bad joke. And the police come and look around and .leave.

So me and my roommate go out there and look, and really, CREEPY. Um, Dora the Explorer girls bra and underwear, the kind for a 6 year old girl. And the tag is laying next to it. Its all covered in.. bile (not really any real vomit). Hi weird. And there is a bag from the store "Rainbow."  Seriously, this is not something normal.

If they had been drunk, ok, sure, but then why the girls underwear? And if they were sick, why would they peel out so fast if they see an ambulance coming? I keep coming up with gross possibilities. We called the po po again and told them to send someone to even look into it. So a guy came and just spot lighted it, did a 360 and left. Dang. So much for solving a huge case or something. But atleast we documented it. Hopefully no one is hurt.


So TnT was really good. No.. great! I love Ruyi singing, and I love Dan's beats, and I love the slam poetry to the maxx. I also loved seeing the creativity of everyone who made Valentine's Day Cards. Its inspirational really.                                                                                     

Afterwards, Nathan and I hung out. I cant really say what we did, but involved Brown and an elevator and a marker. Aside from that, we were walking down Thayer and saw this red door. Behind it there was a party. So we carefully openned it, and there were beast stairs. We climbed them, hoping to be ok. Then there was a hallway. We followed the party noises. Slowly but surely inching down the hallway, we come upon a room filled with all sorts of people. And its music, and art, and a venue, at the same time as being an art studio, and its great. It was amazing. For the record, its called "The Spot on Thayer: Providence"    Whoa, I wish I knew about this glory previously. But sometimes, I guess you only come upon amazing things if you open strange red doors with party noises behind them. Tuesdays are a sort of Open Mic kind of thing called Creation:Tuesday. So much talent. There was one of the AS220 slam poets there. (Random: I saw a girl snort crack. No joke.) And its BYOB for the record, they even have a fridge to store it in if you bring some, yanno, or straight up Gatorade. And then someone sang "Open the Eyes of my Heart, Lord." And we were like.. whaaaaaaahhhtt. Ok haha. So it was good times. I'm going back sometime. Wait, Spogga, the Man, the Myth, the Dreadlock. Yes, only one dreadlock. Look him up here.

Ok. Crazy night. I love nights like these. Doesnt even feel like a Tuesday.



Sunday, February 8, 2009

It Only Gets Worse Before it Gets Better

I have been so sick lately that it is throwing me off! Yesterday I went to an urgent care over on the east side to get looked at, and they ended up taking Xrays and doing multiple tests on me. I was there for about 4 hours and walked out the door not knowing anything, the results would be in tomorrow. Super. So that night, last night, I go over to Carrie's for a game night with the TnT kids and it was fun, and I ate some food, which was apparently a bad idea? On the way home I became so disabled and excrutiatingly hurtful that I could barely move, breathe, talk, or think. I was tearing up in the back seat, and my roommates decided that it would be a good plan to take me to the Emergency Room.

 And by Emergency Room, what we are really saying is, Waiting room. Because I got there, and got admitted and bracelet-ed up and they left me to die in the waiting room next to buttloads of gross germy people. Let me just tell you, for me to be in THAT much pain, and having to go to the ER, thats saying a lot about what I am going through. I am the kind of person that could get speared through the eye and just want to lay in my bed,waiting it out, hoping things will get better.  So I sit in this waiting room, for a while. Except I Can Not Sit. I cant do it without wanting to kill myself. The pain is EXCRUTIATING. So I ask for a bed, even if its in the hallway, because I cannot sit. 45 minutes later, nothing. So after waiting around for a grand total of 1.5 hours, I decide its best to jump shop and go home. We leave, and I just go wait it out in my bed at home. 

This morning I wake up and I feel better-ish. I can handle my life. The day goes on, I get the test results, and there are no gall bladder problems. Just a lot of air in my intestines. What does that even mean? There is no cure for that. They told me to rest and drink fluids. Ohthanks. I will just die a slow death. But as of right now, I am in no pain, except for my body telling me its madd tired son.

Good night and hoes before bros.


Friday, February 6, 2009

Its three am, do you know where your children are?

Creeper No Creeping

Is it wrong to go up to someone and tell them how creepy they are? I mean, maybe they dont know? Seriously though, there is a guy who goes to my school who is literally the creepiest being you will ever know. I wish I could get a picture of him, but what if he is stalking me or something, and could find out. The way in which he is creepy might not be creepy to others, but it is to me. He wears a long black leather coat with a purple button down shirt everytime I see him. His face looks fake, as if he plastered it with, plastic, or tons of make-up. His eyebrows are super defined, waxed? He has these creepy eyes that dont move when he walks, he just looks straight ahead and seriously doesnt even care whats in his way.  Im not going to lie, I found him on facebook. And friended him. And the things that he says in his status updates are even creepier- random dots and dashes, or a destroy the world quote. 

Dude son, so I totally googled the definition of creepy, and here we go: 

adj. creep·i·er, creep·i·est
1. Of or producing a sensation of uneasiness or fear, as of things crawling on one's skin: a creepy feeling; a creepy story.
2. Annoyingly unpleasant; repulsive: the creepy kids next door.

Maybe I am the creepy one here, (well, ok I am a little creepy sometimes) and I dont mean to judge someone I dont know, Dang.  Im pretty sure that God tell us, through a RelientK song, that "Jesus loves the outcasts, the ones the world just loves to hate." Hmm. So maybe I should talk to him sometime and see how he's doing.

I just realized that I am starving. I have not eaten a legit thing since Sunday because I havent been able to. This past week, food has made me want to vomit. Just saying. But I could honestly go for like, chicken parm. haha. Something with meat. Or waffles. Dang. I want some waffles. What the heck am I supposed to do right now? I dont have any food here thats easy to whip up. And there are still certain things that make me ill at the thought- like cereal, or soup. Hummm.

OySter has disappeared. Where is that girl? I should go water my hermit crabs.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I Laughed A Lot Today

I like to be home alone because for some reason I always find more things to laugh about, and I can laugh really loudly and obnoxiously for minutes at a time. Like I was talking to Casey today and we figured out that Oprah isnt married yet because she cant make a good sandwhich for her man Gelvin or whatever his name is. And its because she is rich and is always trying to loose weight. Also, I was reading excerpts from comedian Kerri Pomarelli's book, "If I'm Waiting on God, Then What Am I Doing in a Christian Chatroom?" Which is literally the funniest thing Ive ever read in my life. Maybe I will buy it.

Spanish was a disaster tonight, and I had to leave an hour and a half early because my body was like, "no way son, ya cant be here." I realized that if you havent eaten in 2.5 days, and then decide to drink any sort of Starbucks beverage, you are in for a disaster. hah. Soup is the better route here, so I made some Chicken Corn Chowder, and drank some water. Way better.

Since Sunday, I have slept more than someone should ever sleep. Sunday I went to bed around midnight, and woke up at 1, then called into work because of keys blah blah. So Monday I go to bed around 7, and wake up Tuesday for class around 8. Then Taylor sends me home from work around 130, and I end up getting into bed around 4, and not getting out until this morning around 10am. Lets calculate that. 13+11+18=42 hours. Thats insane. I was fevery and achey though. It was not a good time. I would get up and think.. hmm maybe Im better, but then go barf in the bathroom, or keel over with pain in the kitchen. Hah. In case you wondered. I dont know why. Im still headachey and nauseous. Weird.

 When you sleep that much and then try to do something more active, your body starts having a seizure. Atleast mine does. Its pretty weak and still partially sleeping. But Im trying my hardest to pop this mad skank of sickness, and OH MAN NAKED JUICE HELLO! I need to buy some, but havent been able to take those steps to 711 yet. To...Weak... dang son.

Im hittin the sack now.
Pray that I make the correct choices in the upcoming few days. Because I am faced with some intense choices that could push me back or lift me up. And while the choice seems pretty obvious.. its.. difficult to explain,
My hope is built, on nothing less, than Jesus blood and righteousness.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

rhode island, providence, new england, johnson & wales, JWU, lockport, new york, buffalo, western new york, wny, christian, 20, tonawanda, north tonawanda, boston, travel, tourism, greece, knives, smith hill, 

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Last Minute Game Food


4 chicken breasts (or any kind of boneless chicken meat)
1 bottle blue cheese sauce
3 oz package cream cheese
1 small bottle Frank's hot sauce shredded cheddar cheese

Cook chicken until cooked. PreHeat oven to 425°F. In an oven safe dish, spread 1.5 packages of cream cheese along the bottom.
In a separate bowl, Add blue cheese sauce and Frank's hot sauce (depending on how hot you'd like it), and the other half of the cream cheese. Mix it up.
Shred Chicken and add to cheesy hot mixture.
Spread chicken mixture over the top and sprinkle with cheddar cheese.

Cook for 20 minutes or until cheeses becomes bubbly.

Serve with Tortilla chips, celery, or crackers.