So, the fire alarm went off today. I think it was the first time that I have ever been around when the alarm went off for an actual fire. There was a career fair on campus today and some brilliant outdoors people decided to start fires with sticks...IN THE BUILDING.
When the alarm went off we all fidgeted in our seats a bit and looked around, hoping we wouldn't have to leave. It didn't turn off. So we grabbed our coats and headed outside. It felt like that episode of the office when Michael decided to make the office like a prison and tells everyone that they have to have an hour of outdoor time, but it is freezing cold, so they don't stay long. It was cold for us too.
I won't lie, I was kind of hoping that the alarm wouldn't turn off. The power went out yesterday and we got to leave 30 min early. I didn't think I could trust my luck. This school is falling apart.
Since coming back in the pipes keep making funny noises. I am a little afraid that the building is going to blow up. I hope it doesn't.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Artsy Fartsy
I LOVE being artsy. It is the greatest release for me. I have blue fingernails today and last night I sat on my butt and watched 2 1/2 episodes of LOST and felt completely productive! I am not really a talented artist, but I sure love slapping things together on a canvas, or a guitar case, or whatever I have near.
There is something about creation that is so invigorating. Making something exist from practically nothing creates not only a work of art, but also, an energy that would not have existed if these materials had been left on the shelf. I love it.
There is something about creation that is so invigorating. Making something exist from practically nothing creates not only a work of art, but also, an energy that would not have existed if these materials had been left on the shelf. I love it.
Friday, January 18, 2008
A Bit of a Fainting Spell
Once upon a time there was a girl named Jennica. She thought that she was a very brave and strong girl. As fate would have it, she is a very brave and strong girl, only not when it comes to having her blood drawn...
I went to the doctor on Wednesday. It was just routine stuff, no big deal. I needed to have some blood drawn so I walked myself right down to the lab and when they called my name I went and sat in one of the grey chairs that people sit in when they have their blood drawn. I was feeling very brave that day, and was only a little nervous when I sat in the chair. Now, mind you I haven't sat in one of those chairs for several years. I always tell them that I need to sit in the big pink reclining chair. "Believe me", I say, "it will be better for both of us." Well, I didn't say anything on Wednesday, I wanted to be brave. I wanted to be normal. It was a lie. The phlebotomist had to take 3 vials. After the second one, I started feeling a littel light-headed. She asked me if I was ok and I said yes. I just needed to keep breathing deeply, I knew it would be ok. Then I woke up. They put me in the pink chair after all. I just curled up in that chair and slept for an hour. I tried so hard to regain consciousness, but I couldn't. I just wanted to sleep. At about 3:00, feeling only slightly groggy, I stumbled out of the clinic, into my car and into my bed.
I went to the doctor on Wednesday. It was just routine stuff, no big deal. I needed to have some blood drawn so I walked myself right down to the lab and when they called my name I went and sat in one of the grey chairs that people sit in when they have their blood drawn. I was feeling very brave that day, and was only a little nervous when I sat in the chair. Now, mind you I haven't sat in one of those chairs for several years. I always tell them that I need to sit in the big pink reclining chair. "Believe me", I say, "it will be better for both of us." Well, I didn't say anything on Wednesday, I wanted to be brave. I wanted to be normal. It was a lie. The phlebotomist had to take 3 vials. After the second one, I started feeling a littel light-headed. She asked me if I was ok and I said yes. I just needed to keep breathing deeply, I knew it would be ok. Then I woke up. They put me in the pink chair after all. I just curled up in that chair and slept for an hour. I tried so hard to regain consciousness, but I couldn't. I just wanted to sleep. At about 3:00, feeling only slightly groggy, I stumbled out of the clinic, into my car and into my bed.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
They're Baaaaaaaaaack!
So my roommates are back from the break. Ask me how I know that this is true! Ask me, ask me! Well, #1 I have to unlock the deadbolt when I come home and everyone else is already home and more than safely locked into our house. #2, it smells like my house is burning down as I am writing this, actually it is very possible that the house is burning down. (If I die while writing this, don't worry about lying in my eulogy to make me sound better, and Tagg, you can keep I Am Legend.) Anyway, these girls have burnt out two of the burners on our stove and I can't help but think that a third just blew. #3 is my favorite. My roommate ran past my door last night in a leotard and pink tights. I almost died laughing. She signed up for a ballet class and was trying to covertly sneak a peak of her new outfit in the full length mirror in the upstairs bathroom. It can be a bit crazy and chaotic here but, because of the last incident, I have decided that I am quite content with my roommates being home, even if home has now lost it's sanctuary-esque quality that it had taken on over the holidays.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Burning the Old Year
I had a little bit crazy and a lotta bit therapeutic New Year. There really weren't many of us who stayed in the area for the New Year, so those of us who were left behind got together for a little soirée. We had a massive pot luck dinner, killed time playing games and then created an effigy of the old year. We were going to burn 2007 like a crazy heretic, and we did. We stuffed some old clothes with pages from the phone book and then shoved the old man in the trunk and took him up the canyon to meet his fiery demise.
On our way out we also found a Christmas tree on the road and brought it along to throw it on the pile. We rang in the New Year by dancing around the burning effigy of the old. Weird. We also brought crap from the last year that we never wanted to see again and threw that on the fire as well. It was strange, but somehow very satisfying.
As it was about 10 degrees out, once the burning was done we ran back to our cars and cranked up the heat. It was a little anti-climactic, but that is how I liked it. There would be no big to-do about leaving the old year behind. We just kick some snow on it and ran off. The end. That really is how I feel about the old year. I just want to kick some snow on the last burning embers and run off into the new.
On our way out we also found a Christmas tree on the road and brought it along to throw it on the pile. We rang in the New Year by dancing around the burning effigy of the old. Weird. We also brought crap from the last year that we never wanted to see again and threw that on the fire as well. It was strange, but somehow very satisfying.
As it was about 10 degrees out, once the burning was done we ran back to our cars and cranked up the heat. It was a little anti-climactic, but that is how I liked it. There would be no big to-do about leaving the old year behind. We just kick some snow on it and ran off. The end. That really is how I feel about the old year. I just want to kick some snow on the last burning embers and run off into the new.
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