The old farting in the library trick.

     My study days never go as planned. I feel that if I have to go and smash into my skull tons of knowledge and want silence the library is a safe bet. I realize that this thought is completely wrong, the library is full of distractions. Let me fill you in on my "study day". 

     It was the day before my Genetics test, and I felt that I really needed to get a good 6 hours of studying in order to score at least a B. I though of going to Caribou or Starbucks, but I felt that these might hold the common distractions of eavesdropping and people watching. I needed a place that was going to be quiet; so quiet that I could study for my 6 hours and not worry about a single sound. I thought to myself, what better place then the school library no one will distract me there. How wrong I was. 

     I should have realized that this was going to be a bad study day from the moment I turned on to University Ave and heard this high-pitched squealing sound, not unlike what a Justin Beiber concert would sound like. This was at least a half mile before campus and then I saw hundreds of pink wearing, blond dyed, pirate boot wearing sorority girls chanting their house songs and goose steeping (Ok they weren't goosestepping) towards the quad. My first thought was to run and never come back, the collective sound of their shrills was beginning to melt my brain from the inside but I didn't, I pursued on thinking the 2 feet of concrete wall of the library would save me. Initially I was correct, as I ran to the library yelling sanctuary, sanctuary the noise stopped. This was only a lie because as soon as I took out my books on the fourth floor by the huge windows, it was back, the insane screams of the pinkies. After an hour or so, the harpies went back to their side of the river Styx and the brain melting stopped. 

     I started to get into a groove, the inner-workings of the allels were beginning to sing to me and then I heard it. It was the sound that I when I hear it I cannot help but embrace my inner 6 year old and laugh at...a really loud fart. This happened three tables away and the three people sitting there tried to pass it off as if nothing happened. Five minutes later it happened again, and this time the flatulenter's friends couldn't help but giggle. This went on for and hour; every five minute the same kid would fart and I would start laughing. I ended up moving because I couldn't concentrate. All these things downgraded my study time from 6 hours to around 3. It ended up ok because I did really well on the test, but that may be the last time I go to the library to study.     

The things I waste my time on.

     I have made a conscious effort to reign in my bad habit of wasting time in order to pursue more productive hobbies (i.e. relearning Spanish). This pursuit has been halted by a certain Battlestar Galactica and all its wily story-lines. I can tell already that even though this is "just" a TV series, when I am finished I will be both sad and a little empty. I know all the character's are made up yet I feel so drawn in that I am already dreading the end. This will pass in an hour or two once I finish the last season but that will be one dark hour contemplating the depth of cylon infiltration into our society...come to think of it I fell like I see the mailman all over town; perhaps he is a cylon. Regardless, mock me if you will but I am secure enough to admit my deep worries over my emotional well-being after the conclusion of this wonderful series. 

Now I Know Ada Understands The Language.

     Katie and I are sarcastic individuals and having a smart little girl around I figured it was only a matter of time before she caught on. It appears that after a certain conversation with her mother she finally got it. 

 (Ada has been naughty this morning on the way to Daycare and Katie is trying to explain why she has to listen to her parents)

Katie: "Ada when you are continually naughty it not only makes us sad (mom and dad) it also makes Jesus sad so you need to listen to us for the rest of the day.

Ada: (without pause) "Well I guess Jesus is going to be sad today." 

I know I should be worried but that was really witty. I think we are going to have to cut back on our sarcasm from now on. 

There are some perks...

There are some days that I cannot stand my job, but happily today was not one of them because today was movie day. Let me back up, I work for clients who are adults with disabilities trying to assist them in staying on task in their daily lives. Most of the time my clients do not want to do anything but sit and watch TV, but there are days when you can coax them out for something fun. Today was movie day and fortunately we chose a good one, Thor. It was better than expected, not a life changer but still a good time. I am just happy they didn't want to see Fast and the Furious 5 and I didn't have to curse the day Vin Desiel chose acting over bouncing. 

E=MC Hammer

   














   Finals are coming up and I am well on my way to a mental breakdown, maybe an exaggeration but not by much; so much to do and so much to study for. My main nemesis is the Chemistry Final, this brilliant test is the national standard and is essentially written for you to fail. I am not joking the average score is around 40...out of 80, now I may not be a teacher but does that seem right to you? It is so bad that the teachers have to round the scores by about 30 points, over a 1/3 of the test and this is after half of our class (the failing ones) dropped. Man I just want to be done and not think about how much worse it will be in Organic and Bio-Chemistry. I just hope there are some people left that put off studying for heavy drinking so their scores are lower than usual causing the teachers to round the test even more. 

What are we celebrating?

      I was watching the news the other day and saw massive parties all over the U.S. At first I thought that I missed out on a government edict that changed New Years to May 2nd. When I looked closer at the headlines I saw people where out celebrating the death of Osama Bin Laden.
  
     This has caused a stir of emotions in my heart, one part of me is hopeful that this will help cripple Al Quida (by all reports this hurt them but they are not out), and another part of me is torn that so many people will go out to celebrate the fact that we killed someone.
  
     I have not lost anyone in the September 11th attacks, so perhaps this is a way for people to get closure, yet I feel that throwing massive parties for someone who will now spend an eternity separated from God is wrong. I believe that God is saddened when someone dies and is eternally separated from God's kingdom no matter who they turned out to be.
   
     I understand that some people are so harmful to a society that they must be restrained, eliminated if it comes to that, but I still think some restraint should be shown as a society in our reaction to these events. Think back to the current Iraqi war and the scenes of people going crazy in the street because they killed some U.S. soldiers. Remember how devastating that was because that was one of our own, someones son, brother. Osama had a family too and no matter how terrible he turned out to be even though I think we did the right thing in killing him, he is someones son, and brother. I am not dismayed by what we did but by how we reacted as a society. Do we really need a party?

Quote's from a young lady.

Here are a few lovely gems from my 3 year old daughter.

Ada getting ready to go to daycare "Daddy I am going to cut your head off and eat it so I can bring you to daycare with me."

Ada telling a knock, knock joke Ada: "Knock, Knock." Me: "Who's there?" Ada: "Banana" Me: Banana who?" Ada: "Banana pants" (Note: you could throw any knock, knock joke out there she will always say Banana Pants)followed by insane laughter.

Ada, Nellie, Katie and I are lying on the bed and Ada is watching Nellie eat. Ada: "Daddy come here I can feed you with my elmo's" (her word for nipple).

Ada having trouble sleeping. "I can't go to bed; there is a creeper in my bed."