Shame On You!

High school sports. Ahhhh, those were the good ole days, right? Eh, I suppose.

Don't get me wrong, I love sports. I LOVE athletics! I really do, but sometimes the politics or something else got in the way of the game.

Let's take a look at my junior year of volleyball. That year, the coach's daughter was a freshman. She was a great athlete and so were a couple of her freshmen friends, but they weren't quite ready for the varsity level - or at least that's what the varsity team thought. Our coach felt different. Needless to say, the coach's daughter and her friends played varsity with us.

After we voiced our opinions on the matter of the younger girls' little experience, we had a "meeting" after one of our away games in our high school locker room. Here, our coach yelled at us. We took it in stride and some of the girls cried and some talked about it and some (me) just sat and took it all in. At one point, my friend Hayley accidentally knocked a table over and us girls giggled about it (because it was funny...and really late at night). Our coach thought we weren't taking the meeting seriously and stormed out. When she came back she yelled at us some more and said, "SHAME ON YOU!" This is an example of politics getting in the way of my love for volleyball.

I'm not saying that my coach was mean or anything, because she was a very good coach. At the time though, I just wanted to play the game without any drama.

Next came softball. Not so much politics in this sport, but other things. Like the year I was in a "slump" with another girl. Our coach moved us down in the batting order, instead of giving us a chance to hit. We never got to practice improving out hitting game during practice...so how were we supposed to get better? Magic? I don't think so. To top it off, my coach printed off an article on hitting slumps and handed them out before a game, where she announced that me and this other girl were both struggling and should really take this article seriously.

If Derek Jeter can go 0-a lot, then so can I. DJ and I had a slump going on at the same time. Except, he was still getting paid thousands and thousands of dollars and I was, well, wasn't.

Another softball moment. It was a windy day one game. I played center field. I had about three or four hits out to me one inning, and the wind would take the ball a lot further than expected. Naturally, because of this wind thing, I couldn't get to the ball in time. So my coach yells from the dugout, "KINSEY! CATCH THE BALL!!!"

I thought to myself, you come out here and try and catch the ball. It's not as easy as it looks. I have a lot of field to cover on top of this frickin' wind blowing the ball every which way. Does it look like I'm trying not to catch the ball??.

So anyway, this post probably sounds like a rant, but I loved high school sports...really, I did. It was just those few moments (which as I look back on them, have made me a better player) that weren't about the game so much as about politics or just about winning.

To me, that's not what sports are all about. It's about love for the game, diving for a ball on the gym floor, getting an ACE and celebrating in the middle of the court, hitting a double, throwing out the runner at home, and (as weird as this sounds) getting hit by a pitch and running down the line to first base where the assistant coach would say, "Pain is temporary, Pride is forever."

Then I would think, yeah, but that really hurt.

Weekend Update

Friday: Graduation day. My sister, Tyne, told me to scream "I'm graduating today" when I woke up...like Monica did on Friends for her wedding day - "I'm getting married today!" But she told me not to trip. I didn't trip, or scream it at 7:30 AM, but I did run and hug my roommate Codi, and I did tell her that we're graduating today. Just in case she didn't know ;)

Three of my siblings (Blake couldn't make it) and my parents

The ceremony went well. It was two hours long, and I'm glad it's over. My family all made it except for my brother and his wife, and my brother-in-law. Plus all my nieces and nephews didn't come since they were in school or too little to sit through a graduation ceremony, but everyone came for my little parTAY at my house back home.


I got a Wii from my folks, and money from my siblings. Tyne bought me a travel bag for all my bathroom stuff. I was very pleased with all my presents.

Saturday: We put on a baby shower for my sister-in-law April. Good food, good friends, and a lot of fun!!

I missed Betty White on SNL, but I DVRed it. Gotta watch it soon!

Sunday: Mother's Day!! We went to church and I got a graduation present from a friend of the family. As I opened the box (which obviously held a necklace), my nephew, Connor, in the backseat said, "I hope it's a Wii game!" It wasn't, naturally, it was a beautiful necklace.

We had brats on the grill and lots of other good food back at the house. Let's just say that I ate really well this weekend. It makes up for all the junk I've been eating in Winona.

It was a wonderful Kinsey Bodenburg/Sandra Bullock Weekend!!

Overwhelmed

I have one thing left to do before the semester ends, and I don't want to do it. That is why I'm blogging right now. I would rather tell you about my weekend and Monday, instead of my homework.

So Friday I went golfing with some friends. We played Best Shot, and it was a lot of fun. I'm not a golfer (this was my second time) but I hit a few good shots. This picture is my first "Best Shot!"

Me, Slams the Door, and Riley

That night my friend Andrea and her roommate Brooke came down to Winona to visit me. We all went out to the bars and then took a taxi to Wisconsin. While in Wisconsin, apparently this woman lifted up her female friend's shirt and started sucking on her ta-tas!!! I didn't see it happen...I was too busy dancing to the horrible karaoke singers. But GROSS!!!!

I worked on Saturday and then on Sunday. Now I have one more day of Pizza Hut left. It's on Thursday.

Today in my last Pilates class it smelled like feet. Sick. Like really smelly shoes. I felt like I was exercising in the 19 Kids and Counting's shoe closet. By the way, that's a lot of kids. I'm just saying.

So as I'm in the shell stretch position, I'm trying hard not to take deep breaths in and out and in and out. Then I thought it would be better to breathe than die, so I sucked it up and started breathing again. You would think I would have gotten used to the smell, but I didn't.

Well, there's my weekend and stinky Monday for you. Now I have to read through a bunch of Curling rules (yes, the sport), because that is what my group decided to make a website about. Curling. I know nothing about Curling and they use weird words like sheet, stone, skip, hack, hog line...what the heck did I get myself into??

This One Time in High School...

A few posts back I mentioned that I was suspended from high school for two days. Not my proudest moment. You can find the little tidbit here: Terri Clark, I Wanna Do It All Too

So here's the story...

It was the annual FFA/SSS Lock-In at our high school. I was a senior hanging out with my guy friends, since none of my girl friends were able to attend. I blame those girls for my downfall.

The night was spent playing Halo in the Agriculture room, until Kory got mad at me for not being able to kill enough animated war lords, or whatever. I couldn't handle two toggles at once, give me a break! I grew up playing NES, Sega, and N64 - My Yoshi could do laps around you in Bowser's Castle, so stop yelling at me for running around in circles with my gun in the air!

Before I get too far with my story, let me describe the guys that walked the lonely hall with me to the principal's office at 5:00am :

Mitch - my boyfriend at the time. A junior.
Kyle - Senior. Mitch's cousin.
Gary - Senior. Strong football player.

We were all good students and we all have never been in trouble before. I belonged to SSS, as did Mitch. SSS stands for Students Supporting Students. Our group is about making good decisions to lead a healthy and happy life. I was the president. Ironic.

Kyle and Gary belonged to FFA. It used to stand for Future Farmers of America. Now I don't think it stands for anything, but you get the idea.

So the night progressed and I played Scrabble with Mr. Fred (the chaperon for the night and adviser for FFA), and a couple other students. The boys kept busy in the computer lab playing poker or something.

But then that got boring, so I joined the guys again and played online poker. Later, we moved to the gym and played half-court lightning, 3 pointer lightning, and then regular free-throw lightning. The gym emptied (since it was around 3:00am) and Kyle and I started a game of badminton. We volleyed the birdie back and forth when all of a sudden things got interesting.

This is where the story gets fuzzy...someone (either Gary or Scott-who you don't know about because he didn't take part) said, "Hey Kinsey, you know how to get above the locker rooms right? We should go up there."

"Sure!" I said without thinking. I mean, hello, I've been up for almost 24 hours. I'm past the point of making smart decisions. Did you know that someone who has stayed up as long as I have is almost as dangerous a driver as a drunk person?? Well, now you know.

So Mitch, Kyle, Gary, and I went to the laundry room and found the crawl space that leads above the girl's and boy's locker rooms. I've been up there before with some friends during high school (doing nothing but innocent things - HONESTLY! I swear. We were immature, but not stupid. My friends and I would go up there after school and talk about how we would leave a keepsake time box and fill it with our pictures and other memorabilia) so I knew how to enter.

It's a small opening in the ceiling, so Scott couldn't come up with us. The boys hoisted me up first and then Kyle, then Gary, then Mitch. I warned the boys to stay along the brick path and Kyle and I made it to the girl's side.

Then it happened. My heart stopped beating when I heard Gary say, "Oh shit!" That mixed with the sound of drywall breaking didn't mix well. Gary's foot went through the ceiling of the girl's locker room. Unfortunately, there were two girls in there screaming as they watched this gigantic foot hanging in front of them. Obviously, Gary didn't stay on the brick path.

I jumped down through the closet in the locker room. Kyle followed. Mitch escaped the way we entered, and Gary finally made it down. The piece of ceiling drywall hung there like a hangnail.

Gary quieted the screaming girls down, but it was too late. Students started pouring in the locker room. We panicked, but got them all out. What were we going to do??? I thought we could tape it back up with white athletic tape. We tried, and failed.

We decided that I needed to tell Mr. Fred what happened. We would lie instead of tell him we were up in the ceiling, because that would be much better and he will never find out. Ugh, boy were we wrong.

The worst part was our lie: "Ummm, Mr. Fred. I was in the locker room walking to the bathroom, and um, well, the ceiling, the ceiling just fell. Yeah, it just fell," I told my blank-faced teacher.

"Show me," he said.

So I did. I knew he didn't believe me. My stomach was in knots!!! After he excused me from the locker room I went off with Kyle and Gary to the computer lab. Mitch went to the gym.

Mr. Fred caught up with me in the hallway as I went to the bathroom (for real this time) and said, "Do you think I have stupid written on my forehead?"

"No," I whimpered then broke down and cried. Apparently Mitch told him the truth. Which is what we should've done in the first place. Then I told him the truth. Mr. Fred called my SSS adviser and then the principal.

Our principal had to come in at 5:00am and gave each of us two out of school suspensions. We also had to pay for the damages done to the girl's locker room ceiling, and do janitorial community service after school. It sucked. Big time.

The funny thing about it (besides the obvious funny incident of Gary's foot going through the ceiling) was that my SSS adviser mentioned to Kyle earlier that night that he reminded her of Bender from The Breakfast Club. Although it was Gary's foot that went through the ceiling and not Kyle's, the comparison was uncanny. If you've been living under a rock and aren't familiar with The Breakfast Club Bender falls through the ceiling. Now go watch the movie.

And when we walked down the quiet hallway, the four of us, we sort of felt like the group from The Breakfast Club. It was a little comforting.

The Library "Hurts So Good"

I don't like the campus library very much. I feel like if I stay too long I'll get sucked in to a library-like-black hole.

People talk too much and loudly! Shhhhhh!!! It's the library...

It's really hot in here too. Yes, I'm in the library right now. The printers go off every 10 seconds and it creates a very warm atmosphere. HOT PAPER!!

The only reason I'm in the library is so I can print off my papers for my English Portfolio. Which is now done. Thank God.

We have to turn in a digital copy too, and I didn't have all my papers on my computer. A few of them were just hard copies. So I had to re-type some of my papers just to save them on a CD. I tell ya, it's not fun to rewrite a paper on Clarissa Dalloway's soul, or lack thereof. It's very drab.

Anyway, I'll be out of this place in ten minutes. Don't get me wrong. I love libraries. I could spend hours in them searching through books. But when I have to complete assignments or read for class...I don't want to be at the library.

When I was in elementary school Library was my favorite class. Well, besides recess and lunch and gym...and music and art. I liked everything :) But Library was my favorite. The Dewey Decimal System and I had an understanding. It was good.

Anyway, if I was on the second or third floor of the campus library it would be much quieter. I'm on the first floor and it cuts students a little more slack. I think they should still talk a little softer though.

I guess I shouldn't be talking. Last semester I was up on the third floor (where you can hear a pin drop) and I cracked open a can of Dr. Pepper then resumed to eat a bag of Doritos. CRUNCH CRUNCH! I almost busted out some John Cougar Mellencamp, but I contained myself.

Wednesday Musings: Take Five

I want to see Date Night so badly! I've known about this movie for about two months now...thanks imdb.com

My one credit Application Letter online class gave me a fright on Monday. I forgot to do my last assignment and take the final quiz on Friday when it was due. As of two days ago I had a total of 40 out of 80 points for my final grade. I freaked out, did my assignment and took the quiz, then quickly emailed my professor.

To think that this stupid one credit class could have held me back from graduating....ugh!

I got an email yesterday from my professor and she said it was alright. YAY! No more worries.

The latest craze seems to be dressing up in nerdy attire with nerdy glasses. I don't like it. If you're trying too hard to look like Steve Urkel, then something is wrong with you. "Did I do that?" Yes, yes you did. Now stop doing that.

I've been craving spicy food all week. My mouth is on FIRE!


I watched Law and Order: CI last night, and I'm sad that Goren and Eames are gone. Did I cry? Ummmm, maybe a little bit. Okay, jeez, I cried through the entire last scene. Then I watched it again at midnight. It was a very good episode!!!

Sometimes I browse random blogs by clicking the "Next Blog" button at the top of my screen, and I somehow got a string of Spanish blogs. I couldn't read them. No Habla Espanol!

You Want to Borrow My Notes?

I don't think you do. Unless you are a very visual person, then my notes aren't for you. All of these pictures were drawn during my British Literature class. I seriously tried to pay attention, but I just couldn't. So in between writing down Beowulf information, I doodled.

My Alice in Wonderlandesque drawing


Sometimes I would draw what I was drinking during class



We watched a Sir Gawian and the Green Knight movie and I couldn't stop thinking about the Jolly Green Giant!


Then I drew a Mexican

I call him Bat-skele-stein


I was so bored that I wrote out some of the lyrics to "Collide" by Howie Day

I noticed this Middle English dude on the front of my textbook and I just had to draw him. We were discussing The Canterbury Tales, so I obviously drew Darth Vader fighting him. Who doesn't connect Chaucer with light sabers??


Last but not least, I drew this picture of Sir Thomas Wyatt cheering on Johnny Damon of the Yankees. That's a beer in his hand. He knows how to celebrate!!


If any of you were worried about my grade in that class, don't be. I got a B!!

I Love Mondays

You heard me right! I love Mondays, this semester at least, because I only have two classes.

Okay, I have three classes but my 8am class is a waste of time. It's my Personal and Community Health class and I have lab for that class on Tuesdays, and we cover the exact same things. So I skip Monday's class and just go to Tuesday's instead.

Basically, I start my day at 2pm with Pilates. Easy schmeasy, except my legs are kind of sore now.

Then today in my Humor Writing class all we did was watch an episode of Seinfeld. Ha! It was great.

Next week we're watching an episode of The Office. I love my life.

I love Mondays.

iPod and Me

When I'm waiting for a class to start I put my iPod earbuds in.

When I'm walking to class I put my earbuds in.

When I'm getting ready and I want to jam out by myself I put my earbuds in.

Some people think that our society is disconnected with each other because we're constantly on our cell phones or we are listening to our iPods.

Well, get over it.

Do you think I'm going to go up to a stranger and introduce myself as I walk to class? If the only way to stay "connected" with society is to not listen to music while I'm walking...then ooookaaay, I'll be the psycho girl who runs around campus saying hi to everyone.

I bet that would stir up some rumors around campus.

In my opinion, I think it's okay to listen to music while walking to class. I'm not hurting anyone by doing so. Unless I cause a ten car pile up because the Dixie Chicks were singing about Earl, then I will continue to stay connected with my iPod.

I Didn't Say One Word

Today, while waiting for my Tennis class to start, I sat on a bench in the hallway and watched students pass by me to exit Memorial Hall. This doesn't sound amusing, but it was.

You see, Memorial Hall is under construction and one of the exits isn't an available exit anymore. So students from the bus come down the hallway expecting an escape, but then have to turn around right in front of me and walk the other way. It's funny. Seriously, a girl in pink pants walked by and now walked by me again. This proves that I am easily amused.

Two girls walked by before her and said, "Like seriously, they should put up a sign or something."

Like, seriously...they shouldn't because this is the most fun I've had all day. I almost wanted to say, "You can't get out over there," but I didn't. Nope, I didn't say anything. It's less creepy if I don't say anything than if I warn people and wind up being that girl who lurched over her computer who told everyone that they couldn't get out of Memorial.

Does Mario Tennis Count?

Today was the first day of my Tennis class. We didn't do anything except listen to the coach talk about grading, equipment, and what we'll be doing in our future classes.

I have this class with my roommate, luckily.

The coach proceeded to ask the class if any of us have played tennis before. I swear to God, everyone raised their hands except Slams the Door and me. Talk about embarrassing. It's not like we haven't played tennis before...we have. We just didn't raise our hands because it's not like we're hardcore tennis enthusiasts. We've dabbled in the sport.

So as we sunk beneath the abundance of hands held high, Slams the Door and I exchanged a look. A look that was noticed by the coach. Who then proceeded to single us out saying, "Don't worry ladies, I'll be pairing everyone up by skill level."

Well, thank you for making us the center of attention!

If I was a brave person and didn't care if I sounded like an idiot I would've said, "I have a killer backhand as Donkey Kong in Mario Tennis on N64. And Wii, don't even get me started. My Mii will slam tennis balls down your throat! I'll go John McEnroe crazy on you!!"

But I'm not that kind of person. So I didn't say that. I would love to live in a world where it would be acceptable for me to sound-off and not be judged for doing so. I would also like to live in a world where cut-off tees are acceptable forms of everyday attire, but I'm digressing.

Oh well. I guess I'll just have to surprise everyone with my tubular (I'm bringing it back) hand-eye coordination I've been perfecting since I was young with NES and Sega. Watch out my tennis colleagues - Slams the Door and I are going to rule the court.

Prom Season and Jeff Goldblum

I walked into my Portfolio class yesterday and took out my iPod earbuds only to hear what a giddy high schooler would say this time of year, "I'm so excited to go look at all the prom dresses! I love prom season! OMG they are sooooo pretty!"

My instinct was to turn my iPod back on, but it was too late - it was in my coat pocket already.

How can a girl, my age (a senior in college), be excited for prom season? I've had three classes with her, so I kind of know her personality...but prom dresses? Wow. There is something wrong with the universe if she gets a better job than me.

Later in class, I noticed how rude and blunt this girl is. I'm rude and blunt, but not out loud - only in my head, so that makes it okay, right? I'm rationalizing here. "Ever gone a week without a rationalization?" - The Big Chill. Speaking of that movie, everyone who has a love for movies should see it. I can't stress enough how great this movie is!!! Jeff Goldblum...come on people!! :)

Anyway, prom season? Are you kidding me? She's four years out of college and she's still emotionally connected to prom. I bet that she becomes one of those moms who lives through her children. It's very sad. I should start a 12 step program for moms like that.

Please Don't Tell Me Your Life Story...I Don't Even Know Your Name

The beginning of each semester brings new classes and new classrooms. This gives me the chance to scope out the room and find the perfect spot for me to sit. Once I find my seat, I keep my seat, no matter what. I once sat next to this girl who brought Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch in a baggy to snack on during class. I wanted to move away from her...badly, but I persevered and stuck to my "perfect" seat (in the back of the room).

This semester brought new seats for my choosing. In my computer class I sit in the corner front - that way I won't have to scooch my seat forward for people to walk to their seats. It was the perfect spot until this one girl sat next to me and everything changed.

Even before I walked in the classroom, she started up a conversation with me. I don't even know this girl, and I'm already annoyed. She told me about her brother, but he isn't her real brother, she showed me pictures of her little nephew - who isn't as cute as she made him out to be, and she told me about her workout schedule. Do I look like the kind of person who wants to hear about a stranger sweating on the elliptical machine?

Maybe I do give off that vibe to strangers. Which is too bad, because I don't really care about how she dresses her puppy in tuxedos. And, for the record, I don't think it's cute. I think it's animal cruelty. Guys don't even like to wear tuxedos, what makes you think dogs do?

To make matters worse, this girl never listened to the professor explain how to use XHTML, so when it was time to work on our assignment, she would bother me with questions on how to do this and that.

I helped her, grumbling all the way. I complained about this girl to my roommates, and they told me to switch seats in the classroom, but I couldn't. I absolutely LOVE the spot where I sit...they just didn't understand.

Fortunately, one day I arrived to class with seconds to spare. I don't know if the girl found a new "friend" while she walked into the classroom, or just needed someone to sit next to and help her with her homework, but she wasn't sitting in her regular spot. HAPPY, HAPPY, JOY, JOY!!!

I am free!! Ever since that miraculous moment, I truly enjoy going to my Web Development class. I sit with no one directly next to me and I'm happy as a bird.

You Actually Want Homework??

I'm sitting in Nutrition class today next to my friend Tracy discussing how we both have so many tests next week. Spring Break is coming up...that's why. So the professor asks us if we want the test on Tuesday (not good for me, because I have a test on that day already) or Thursday (better for me, because then I have more time to study). The entire class shouts "TUESDAY!"

I remember the days when students loved hearing that a test has been pushed back. When they wanted to dedicate more time to studying and/or waiting longer to procrastinate and study the night/hours before. What has happened to all of the students? I feel like I'm in an M. Night Shyamalan movie.

Then the plot thickens. Get this - my professor asks if we want some homework over the weekend too. You'd think the class would respond, "no," since the test is on Tuesday and surely they will be studying for it. But they don't. They welcome the extra work with open arms. I looked around to see if Mark Wahlberg and Zooey Deschanel were in the classroom, so I could get the heck out of here - in a small group of course and flee this bizarre scene. Something had to have been in the air or trees this morning. (A reference to The Happening if you didn't understand that part. I'm not just name-dropping).

Tracy and I exchange looks. Sure, we'd love to have more work to do. We would rather do busy work that won't get a second glance when being graded, than actually study for a test that will account for a decent amount of our final grade. Who wouldn't?

Maybe it's a Wisconsin thing (Tracy and I are both from Wisconsin - same town too!). So maybe it's an Elk Mound thing, but we were raised to take all the slack we could get. Minnesota doesn't seem to agree with us. It's sad, really.

On the other hand, I'm in a class full of nursing majors. If you've ever met a nursing major, you'd know that they HAVE to get good grades, so they like to absorb any extra (homework) points. As an English major, I could care less. Homework is like my Kryptonite. Essays and tests are where the points are at.

I can only hope that by Thursday, things are back to "normal" with my class.

Roll credits

Assignment for my Humor Writing Class

Assignment: Write a "news" piece (a fake news piece) of 250 words or more. A “news” piece is usually parody since you’d use the informative, objective style of the news and debase the subject, so this will likely be another parody.

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“A True Purple Viking”


In the fight for the NFC Championship, Vikings QB Brett Favre took a beating from the Saints’ defense. The bruises on his hamstring and ankle are large and purple – what most bruises tend to look like, especially for a forty year old trying to prove that he can still play football. A doctor on the scene reports, “Elderly people are particularly susceptible to extended or excessive bruising and the complications that can come from it, so it's a good idea to keep a close eye on their bruises.”


Will he or won’t he be returning seems to be on everybody’s minds in the great Midwest. Last year, he signed with the Vikings conveniently after training camp. On Brett Favre’s official website he states, “When I decided to return to the NFL to play my 19th season, I did so with some trepidation. After all, I was joining a new team in a new city, for the archrivals of the ‘green and gold.’ And I’m not getting any younger.”


Rick Spielman, Vice President of player personnel for the Vikings said that they will let Brett Favre do what he wants to do. Nobody tells Brett Favre what to do. He is the drama queen, excuse me, king of quarterbacks. The Vikings shouldn’t wait too long though, because if Favre doesn’t return for his 20th season, then the Vikings are out one quarterback. If they want to trade for Donovan McNabb, they’re going to have to get a clear statement from Favre on whether he is returning or retiring.


We’ll see you next season Favre, after training camp is over, I’m sure. Meanwhile, ice your hammy and elevate your ankle. Hopefully, your bruises will fade before next season starts.

Wikipedia gave me this conclusion

Ever heard the phrase, "I've come to the conclusion..."? Of course you have. Let me tell you something: I have come to the conclusion that the girl sitting next to me in my Personal and Community Health lab was on Meth or Coke this morning.

Random, right? I know. I don't know much about drugs except from the D.A.R.E program I had back in the 5th grade. Even then, I don't remember much except that they are bad for you.

Anyway, I'm sitting in class and the girl next to me won't sit still. She was literally moving every second for about 15 minutes straight until she got up and left. Then she came back. At first, I thought she was just sick with the flu, but she still had color in her face and she didn't reek of vomit...so that wasn't it. She was warm too. No, she was hot, because she kept fanning herself while she danced in her seat.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep a straight face while the guest speaker is talking about Reproductive Health and the effectiveness of NuvaRing and the Sponge. Seinfeld moment -- "You're not Sponge worthy." How embarrassing would it have been if I busted out laughing while the speaker talked about menstruating? Keep in mind that I'm not smiling about the presentation but by Miss Ants in Her Pants to the left of me.

And get this, she starts blowing on her arms. Like that's going to cool her down. BLOWING ON HER ARMS! I've never seen anything like this before. So I thought - drugs. She came to class loaded with something. Now, I'm trying to take notes while she's blowing on her arms. You have no idea how hard it is to pay attention while this is happening. Then she starts staring at me. She probably wondered why I was wearing a sweatshirt. I mean it's February and we woke up to about 4 inches of snow this morning, but that's beside the point.

Then she got up again and left the classroom. I felt better after I saw the students on the other side of her exchange "what the frick?" glances as she walked out the door. She came back and kept moving in her seat.

Class ended and when I got back to my apartment I looked up side effects of acid and then cocaine. Wikipedia matched Cocaine and Meth with the Arm Blower's symptoms she demonstrated in class.

That's when I came to the conclusion that the girl sitting next to me in my 8:00 am lab this morning was on Meth or Cocaine.

Super Bowl Sunday

I'm going to go out on a limb and pick the Saints to win tonight. Everyone is picking the Colts, and I like to root for the underdog. Plus, the Saints beat the Vikings so GO SAINTS!!! It's going to be a close game too, so it's worth the watch. Unfortunately, I'll be a Pizza Hut answering phones during the game. Yay.

Speaking of Pizza Hut, the cooks forgot to make three of my pizzas for three different tables all in a matter of two hours. It's really embarrassing telling someone that the cooks are incapable of reading a ticket that tells them exactly what to put on a pizza, let alone make an entire one. I ended up taking money off bills last night which resulted in some tables leaving me a healthy tip and one table leaving me $.78! Don't worry - I only took a total of $20 off your bill and gave you two orders of bread sticks for free. Thank you for the $.78. I think I'll buy half a Snickers with that.

Now something positive: I received an A on my Web Development test last week. I thought I did horrible, but somehow I pulled it off. Actually, I got a B but then she curved it...so I ended up with an A. Nope, I still feel angry about the $.78. I guess thinking positive didn't help this time.

On a different note - I had to chose a goal for my Personal and Community Health class so I've given up pop for the rest of the semester. My reward: a new pair of tennis shoes. My punishment: run a mile for every pop I drink. That reminds me, I need to run a mile this week.