It's cool

that I'm leaving in a week and my room is a mess and I still need to buy a lot of things and try and use up the rest of my food and pack and start taking anti-malaria pills and finish up any last minute projects in the adlab and at work and try and stop thinking about how

I'm really scared that I'm going to have a panic attack when I see all the bugs or that I'll get attacked by gangs or get a tapeworm or fail at all my projects or not come back speaking better Spanish and I don't have time to

work out before I leave and I'm going to get fat eating pupusas and probably won't even have room for my running shoes in my suitcase (not like I'd use them anyway) but

somehow my enduring optimism better kick in soon (i hope) and it will be fine and it will be great because it always is, and I actually am really excited and really grateful

but also a little terrified.

Here's to hoping and praying and wishing that 7 weeks from now I'll be back and healthy and missing El Salvador.

"Shout! Shout! Let it all out!" - Tears for Fears

You know what? It seems that we have control of every single thing in our lives: our careers, our mindset, our decisions everyday, our goals, our failures, our attitude even. There are not many things that can really be taken away from us unless we decide to give it away. But I would argue that there is one thing, one simple yet so majestically complicated thing in which we have absolutely zero control.... okay.... we have a tiny bit...

And for that one thing I am so SUPER frustrated! ....I hate losing control.... *Phooie*

cap that.

Dear Religion Professor,

The combined class average for both of your sections on the last midterm was 75.5%. The class average on my last physics test was 72%.

THERE IS SOMETHING VERY WRONG WHEN THE RELIGION TEST IS AS HARD AS THE PHYSICS (and not just any physics mind you, this is electricity and magnetism using calculus, and it sucks) TEST!!!!!!!

ALSO! I think participation points are retarded and that I still deserve an A in French. I know that this has nothing to do with you or your class (except you have some deal with participation too....just so you know I plan on giving myself a 100%), but I am rather frustrated right now.

AND I HATE TYPING PAPERS WITH 2 cm LONG NAIL TIPS!!!!

Angrily yours,

Katya

I'veneverwantedtoswearsobadly

I'm an idiot when it comes to remember passwords.
I'm also completely irresponsible with my finances.

It really sucks when the two combine.

The End.

This one's for Jody

I just found out i have no life for the next two weeks because i GET to read a seven hundred page book that i reeeeeeely don't want to read and then i GET to write a seven page paper on it that i don't reeeeeeely want to write.

tell me how i didn't know this was due in two weeks from now? (actually, it was originally due in one week, but the professor extended the due date today to two weeks from today.) i couldn't be more thankful for that extra week, but serrrrrioussssslyyyyyy...with everything else i have to do where am i going to find time for this???

i blame the syllabus and its faulty, mis-leading informational due dates.

meh...i need a hug. or the ability to stop time for two weeks.

i promise i'll be back in two weeks with some happy news. until then, chao.

oh, here's a good piece of news. i did very well on the listening exam i talked about in my last post. wahooo!

xoxo

- Jody

I hate job hunting. The end.

So...I've never been that great with computers. I have a love-hate relationship with them. Mostly hate.

I figured it was just my natural tendency to be old-fashioned...(or lazy?)

I mean, I can type like nobody's business...78wpm thank you very much. And am very capable of multi-tasking (i.e. homework plus blog surfing)

But do I have a "working knowledge" (whatever that means) of Excel?
Publisher? (more important question: do I even know what publisher is/does?)
HTML?
WP9? (????)

nope.

Therefore I am obsolete and unqualified for any jobs that don't involve the dreaded cafeteria of the freshman...those days are over.

Oh except one:
I could be a cake froster.
Yep, I can do that.
I think.
oh wait. it's from midnight to THREE in the morning!*


*I think I'll pass on the walking-home-late-at-night-and-getting-attacked part. If only I had a nice gentleman to walk me home...ha...ha...
(And this just turned into a rant about boys..wow. It's official: I blame all my problems in life on men. It's just easier that way.)

Maybe I'm picky.
Not! I'm not picky!
I wanted to be a waitress! but no one will hire me because I'm not 21 yet! (stupid utah)

GAHHHHH.....

Whatever

*Daniel's right. *Elizabeth's right. *Clyde's right. *Rebecca's right. They're ALL right!

So what the heck is my problem!? Why can't I listen to people's advice!? "Out of the mouth of two or three..." Hello!? Why do we ask for people's advice if we don't even use it? Perhaps because we secretly wish that someone along the way will give us the advice we're looking to hear!

Απλά. Αγαπάω τιν φίλη μου. Γιατί δεν με δίνει αυτό που χρειάζομαι;

All I can clearly say is this: &%$#@!?!?, &%$#@!?!?, &%$#@!?!?, &%$#@!?!?

*Names have been changed.

gaaahhhh

Today I swore.*

Out loud.

In front of my boss's wife...Oops. And I was too in shock at my own mouth to apologize/excuse myself.

That was embarrassing.

People at work are officially rubbing off on me. In a not-so-good way.

Dang.**



*okay, so it was just the D word. But still.
**Not that D word. The real one.
***Also, that muzzle would have really come in handy.

also:

Why did I not finish Chem 227 when I had the opportunity?!

That's all.