I'm on Vacation!

Hey everyone. I haven't been on here in awhile. How's everyone doing? I don't even think people keep blogs going anymore do they since myspace and all the other stuff has come around. Anyways, wanted to post about school. Here are my final grades that I am extremely happy about.

Math c
English B
Medical Terminology A-
Word Processing A
CPR A

So that's all for now. I'm off from school for the summer and I'm on vacation from work until Monday so I'm off to go out and lay in the sun.

Later.

Vaginorrhea and Standard Deviation

Holy tests Batman! This week has literally been one test after another. I am so burnt out and so damn tired of trying to keep everything straight. I'm finding that I'm making really silly mistakes on stuff I know. It's quite annoying. And next week isn't supposed to get any better. Next week I have another Medical Terminology test and my certification test for CPR. Ugh! Why have I done this to myself? Is it bad that I'm already counting the days til Spring Break?

I'm still sick so forgive me for not telling my normal sarcastic stories

So for the past 5 days I have been dying. Not literally but it felt like it. On Friday, I woke up, didn't feel all that good but went to work anyway. I was there for about an hour before I gave up and realized that the smell of chocolate chip cookies and blueberry muffins were making me gag and that it was time to go home. My head was hurting, my stomach was turning and I couldn't focus on anything. I'm lucky I made it home. An hour after I got home, I started puking. Oh the puking. The night before I had made a big dinner for myself and 7 other people and thought maybe I poisoned us. Turns out that nope, I didn't try killing anyone other than myself. To make a long story short, two hours after I started puking, I called my roommate to come home. She took one look at me and said we were going to the hospital. So off we went to Rochester General. I was there for 5 hours. I puked in the emergency waiting room. I almost threw up on a kid. I never got seen. I left because I decided that if I was gonna puke, I would rather it be in private and be comfortable.

Got home, passed out until 6pm when Jim rang the doorbell. He knew I was sick and he still came over to nurse me. He brought me ginger ale and stayed all night even though I kept telling him to go home and let me die in peace. Once every six months, that man surprises me.

Anyways, I missed work on Friday and Saturday. Went to work on Monday where I left about three hours early and then today when I actually got up, and dressed and packed my bag for school, I had the worst stomach cramps ever and decided fuck it. Got back undressed, called in to work for the third time in 5 days, emailed my professors that I was sick and wouldn't be in class, then got my ass to the doctor's office.

Diagnosis? The stomach flu

I am not allowed back at work until Saturday. I got lots of drugs that don't seem to do anything but make me sleepy which wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that I have school I still have to go to.

Blah. What a crappy week.

We are the Bears Shufflin' Crew...

Um. Hi. I know you. I'm sorry for ignoring you for so long. I'd like to say that I've been busy traveling the world or even the country but honestly, I've just been plain lazy. Please forgive me. I'll give you cake from the bakery. :)

So anyways, school started last week. HOLY CRAP! Was I really that young once? When did I get old? Aside from the fact that I'm about 12 years older than the average college student, everything is pretty much as I remember it. 40 pages of reading to do in 2 days. Teachers expecting you to know shit before you cover it in class.

So out of three classes, I have two hard ones (Math, Medical Terminology), two easy ones (both office technology classes where one is pretty much English and the other is typing) and one class that I'm not sure yet where it's going to fall 'cause we only meet once a week (CPR).

Jim and I are dating again. This time around seems a bit easier mainly 'cause we don't see each other every day like before. But at the same time, I seem to miss him more and get really upset when one of us has to leave. I don't know which way is worse. Living together and fighting all the time, or being apart and missing each other. Sucky!

In reference to the title of the post: GO BEARS! It's only taken 21 years for the Chicago Bears to get back to the Super Bowl. The last time they played in a Super Bowl I was nine years old. And I can still sing the majority of the SuperBowl Shuffle.

Living with Jen has its moments. Most days I enjoy it. Other days, like yesterday, I want to move far, far, far away to another galaxy. This place really isn't good for anxiety or depression.

I hope every one is being safe in this snowy weather that we've been getting. Til Later.

2006 in Review

Search your Archive and find the first entry for each month of 2006. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that's your 'Year In Review'.

January: Things I will get done this week:

* clean the house from top to bottom...again

February: I was just going through my archives and realized that this week is my two year anniversary of having this blog.

March: Almost eight years later did I rebuild my life?

April: So right now I should be packing for our overnight "vacation" at this place.

May: Abby decided to eat some salsa last night.

June: So I just got back from walking the 5K and I finished it in 1:15:03.

July: I know that some of you may have already read this over on my myspace account, but I'm being lazy and really don't have anything new to blog about so just deal with it.

August: Did you miss me?

September: I was asleep when the first plane hit.

October: It has been chaotic around my house lately.

November: It hasn't been a week just yet and I feel so out of place.

December: You feel that everything is going against you and you are worn out and exhausted by all the conflict and quarrelling.