Law and Order SVU makes me too distracted to think of a good title...

So lately my life has been all work and school. It's pretty insane, I maybe have one day off a week and this has pretty much been going on since winter break started. I don't think I've ever worked this hard in my life so consistantly. And I don't even feel like I'm working THAT hard, just...a lot. I haven't really seen my parents much other than the time we're all home and awake, which isn't really so often lately. It's weird. Kinda lonely. But I'm finally feeling really dedicated to doing well and getting to a four year school that I can actually be proud to admit I go to. I guess it's not really nice to say I'm kind of ashamed to go to community college, but I am a little. People ask where I go to school and when I tell them they kinda get that "Oh, that's...nice" look on their faces.

I do like my school though. So far my teachers have been okay, I really like my history teacher. The campus is really pretty (at least it will be really pretty in the spring when all the flowers bloom, right now it's alright, though) and the people are nice.

I mean, community colleges get a bad rap. But the truth is, the people who go to community college for the most part REALLY want to be there. They want to do well and better themselves. You can't really say that for a lot of people in four year schools who are sometimes only there to please their parents (I say this 'cause I was one).

Anyway, now I'm all distracted by Law and Order SVU. So. Bye for now. :-)

I have a question.

Why do cows wear cowbells?

Um....what?

Charity

Donated this month to Doctors Without Borders in honor of my Dad's birthday!

Happy Birthday, Dad (whose birthday was Monday and who does not read this or even actually know of it's existence but hey...I still wanted to wish him a happy birthday).

Go donate to a charity, damnit. It's a good thing to do.

It's time for action! I move we go to my apartment and snuggle my cats!

She did this all on her own, I swear...

Did you know that "Killing Me Softly" is about the song "American Pie"?


Jeopardy's good for something.

Huh

So three kids just walked into the store and asked me if I knew where they could find a fat guy. Not any specific fat guy. Just a fat guy.

...

Kids are weird.

Edited to say that the same kids came in before and one asked "Why does the store smell like poop?" which actually isn't such a weird question 'cause the store really does smell like poop. Damn pipes.

double ewe tee eff, Vonage...double ewe tee eff

I think that I'm insulted by this ad:



What's wrong with nerds? I like nerds. And what do nerds have to do with phones? I just don't get it. Cheap shot, Vonage. Cheap shot.

Why am I so bad at updating my blog lately? I'll think of something to write about and start writing but it just sounds like boring crap.

Woe is me and my writer's block.

"Though they don't really sing, either...." (insert Kait giving TV the finger here)

Kait and Clay came over to watch Gilmore Girls. They are too much fun. And Kait has fabulous taste in shoes. And purses. And everything.

My internet is completely on crack lately. I wonder if the Gateway people did something to it. And if they did I must track them down and hunt them like the dogs that they are.

....

What?!

My three week Spanish class is finished. I think it actually went rather well. It could get frustrating, but the teacher actually wasn't so bad and I got a requirement out of the way quickly. Honestly, I might enjoy it if I could just take all of my classes in three week periods. It's intense, but you're all done by the time I'd get bored and start not wanting to show up anymore. Though now that I say that I realize there are some classes I could never do in three weeks, like math or science. Spanish was okay, though.

The new semester starts on Thursday. Sigh. No rest for me. Oh well. Damn education.

Not that there's anything wrong with that...

Conversation from dinner with my parents and aunt and uncle at Fridays:

Robin: Who wants to hear about my weird dream!
Mom: ::rolls eyes::
Robin: So I had a dream that I was getting married.....to Alicia.
Mom: ::looks slightly amused, slightly stunned, slightly thoughtful::
Aunt: ::nearly spits out drink::
Robin: But I felt bad 'cause I was trying to tell her I couldn't marry her 'cause I wasn't a lesbian.
Dad: ::lets out big sigh of relief::
Robin: ::is very pleased with herself::

Enferma

Woke up this morning and my cold was even worse than it was last night, which is insane 'cause I slept a ton last night. Sleep is supposed to make you better, damnit!

So I'm not going to my Spanish class today, much to my mother's annoyance. Okay, that's kinda mean, she's just worried I'll miss things. I am a little too, but my feeling yucky outweighs my worry over Spanish. All the little parts in my head feel kinda swollen and sore and I'd rather miss stuff today than get sicker and miss a test or something. Boo. Colds are stinky.

My cat is really cute. Too bad she tried to bite my face off last night. Bad kitty! Bad!

TRAP!

My computer is all kinds of not working.

Well, actually, it's only one kind of not working, but it's still really annoying. It's currently at some Gateway repair something or other in some other state (at least I think it's in another state, most likely Texas or California...).

Anyway, I haven't updated much lately and probably won't much until I get it back.

Not really 'cause it's gone but 'cause I don't much feel like updating.

Bwahaha. I am a master of being fickle.

Fickle's a funny word.

I have an entry I've been thinking of writing about something ridiculous, but like I said, I don't much feel like it right now. Plus this entry is ridiculous enough as it is.

Say something nice and maybe I'll think of something better to say.

Love you all.

-Robin

Bang

The shovel to the head incident:

So last week I unfortunately had to go to a funeral. At Jewish funerals during the burial it's normal for people to "help" bury the body (don't know if those quotation marks are in the right place, but don't much care) by putting a shovel full of dirt into the grave. The mourners are also not really supposed to leave until the coffin is completely covered in dirt.

So I go to put my shovel full of dirt into the grave and a man (who I know but am not going to say who exactly it was 'cause..that's just not nice) was trying to make sure that the coffin was covered by shoveling a lot of dirt onto the grave. I was standing slightly behind him getting my shovel full of dirt as he reared back to throw his shovel full into the grave and..well...the back of his shovel collided with my forehead.

Hard.

So everyone's rushing over to me and grabbing me to make sure I don't pass out or I'm not bleeding or anything and I'm kinda crying 'cause..ow..shovel to the head..and at the same time I'm worried about getting dirt in the grave 'cause I dropped my dirt when I got hit. Yeah, I think I was a little bit dazed from the whole thing. Afterward on the way to the car I was kinda crying, I don't really know why exactly, but I think it was 'cause the shovel hit pretty near my eye and my eyes were just watering up a lot. But I was walking and tearing up and then I started laughing hysterically 'cause..y'know...I got hit in the face with a shovel and it's funny. My parents saw me laughing and crying at the same time and absolutetly looked terrified, must have thought I had a concussion or something.

But anyway, I'm okay (hopefully!) and that's how I got hit in the head with a shovel.

Happy New Year everyone!