Question-thingy

I stole this question thing from Mike Jordan because I couldn't find one by myself. Yeah ok stop laughing. Anyway I've never done one before and this one is ridiculously long so don't say I didn't warn you. Yep. You've been TOLD.

:::InFoRmATiOn:::
1. Name: Amanda
2. Single or taken: taken bitches, BACK OFF
3. Sex: female. Usually.
4. B'day: 7.5.85--21 in three baby!
5. Sign: Cancer. What irony.
6. Sibling(s): 2—Chris (younger) and Kristen (older)
7. Hair color: dark brown
8. Eye color: hazel. If you didn’t know that, get the heck out of my journal. I’ll never get the stupid cleaned up.
9. Shoe size: 8-8.5
10. Height: 5’7”


[[ReLaTiOnShiPs]]
1. Who are your best friends?: when did this whole ‘best’ friend thing get started anyway?
2. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yep. But I won’t tell you which.


))SpEciFiCs((
1. Do you do drugs?: no. I know way too much about drugs to ever want to do them
2. What kind of shampoo do you use?: Um… *checks*
3. What are you most scared of?: people I know dying
4. What are you listening to right now?: “Haley’s Dad is Pissed” (hilarious song)
5. Who is the last person that called you?: Mike.
6. Where do you want to get married?: ANYWHERE. But I suppose a church will have to do.
7. How many buddies are online right now?: 20


.::FaVoRiTeS::.
1. Color: Blue
2. Food: Mongolian BBQ peapods.
3. Boy's names: I like Dominick
4. Girl's names: ….. I don’t think about this very often, obviously
5. Subjects in school: Biology
6. Animals: PONIES! Geez, I have to have a favorite?
7. Sports: tennis, hockey


*HaVe YoU eVeR?*
1. Given anyone a bath? My dog?
2. Smoked: HECKS NO
3. Bungee jumped?: No. I’m still alive, after all
4. Made yourself throw up: no, but I’ve felt sick enough to want to
5. Skinny-dipped: I think so….
6. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble: No.
7. Pictured your crush naked: I don’t have crushes. I TAKE WHAT I WANT
8. Actually seen your crush naked: well this is redundant.
9. Cried when someone died: yeah.
10. Lied: *shifty eyes*
11. Fallen for your best friend: well, for a friend I have, yes
12. Been rejected: hasn’t everyone?
13. Rejected someone: unfortunately, yes
14. Used someone: no, jerk
15. Done something you regret: eh, depends on my mood.


-CuRrEnT-
1. Clothes: my crazy-stripe pj pants and black tank top
2. Music: none
3. Make-up: a little
4. Smell: Mike’s farts
5. Favorite artist: don’t have a fav
6. Favorite group: um… IUPAC?
7. Desktop picture: THE SHIELD BITCHES!!
8. Book you're reading: Introduction to Biochemistry
9. DVD in player: some soundtrack I think


~LaSt PeRsOn~
1. You touched: Mike
2. You IMed: Jillian
3. Yelled at: MIKE MIKE MIKE


*~ArE YoU~*
1. Understanding: when you deserve it
2. Open-minded: I like to think so
3. Arrogant: I’m better than you. It’s not arrogance, it’s the truth.
4. Interesting: um….
5. Random: when you pinch my nose it smells like KFC. Is that random enough?
6. Hungry: O man, not for about three days after those cheesy fries
7. Smart: Um…. I do ok
8. Moody: I’m a woman?
9. Hardworking: I have to be
10. Organized: usually
11. Healthy: not as much as I’d like
12. Shy: not so much
13. Difficult: yep
14. Attractive: I can be, but it takes some work
15. Bored easily: *yawn*
16. Messy: during exam weeks
17. Responsible: PRUDE!
18. Obsessed: yes. Now take your clothes off.
19. Angry: STOP ASKING ME YES OR NO QUESTIONS!
20. Sad: no
21. Happy: actually, yes
22. Hyper: eh, not really
23. Trusting: until you screw up and I hate you
24. Talkative: under certain conditions
25. Legal: to do what?


<<<>>>
1. Get really wasted with: my dog
2. Get high with: my Dad
3. Look like: myself?
4. Talk to offline: what the heck does that mean? Like, verbally? *GASPS*
5. Talk to online: um, Jillian, Shruti, Kristen, and Kate most often


{{RaNdOm}}
1. In the morning I am: so hungry I could fall over
2. All I need is: food. O wait, you mean in general. Happiness I guess.
3. Love is: tricky, but deserving of respect.
4. I dream about: some whacked-out shit.

1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke.
2. Flowers or candy: eh, flowers.
3. Tall or short: taller than me and you’re golden.

:.:.:OpPoSiTe SeX:.:.:
1. What do you notice first: voice, smile, attitude.
2. Last person you slow danced with: Mike
3. Who makes you laugh the most: Chuck Norris
4. Who gives you a funny feeling when you see them: Professor Norton. Ugh.
5. Who do you have a crush on: stupid question
6. Who has a crush on you: everyone. Get in line.


==Do YoU eVeR==
1. Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone to IM you: I bet you do, you loser
2. Wish you were a member of the opposite sex: heck no. I don’t want boners in the morning.
3. Wish you were younger: occasionally.
4. Cry because someone said something to you: nah


#NuMbEr#
1. Of times I have had my heart broken: once
2. Of hearts I have broken: one? *hits herself*
3. Of guys I've kissed: three
4. Of girls I've kissed: one, but only 'cause she had real sexy legs.
5. Of continents I have lived in: one
6. Of tight friends: seven or eight I guess
7. Of CDs I own: a ridiculously small amount.
8. Of scars on my body: one on my finger from the frying pan
9. Of things that I regret: can’t think of anything


<><>YoUr ThOuGhTs<><>
1. I know: way too much
2. I want: this semester to be over
3. I have: a blister on my toe
4. I wish: I could get into pharmacy school
5. I fear: that I won’t
6. I hear: Napoleon chittering to himself
7. I search: for my sunglasses. ALL THE TIME
8. I wonder: why the heck I’m doing this.


[[FiNaL QuEsTiOnS]]
1. Do you like filling these out: I’ve never done it before.
2. How many people do you think will look at this?: are you insinuating that I have no friends?
3. Rock or Rap: rock baby
4. Boys or Girls: um… boys?
5. Gold or silver: silver
6. What was the last film you saw at the movies: Harry Potter IV. Man I need to go out again.
7. Favorite cartoon/anime: Family Guy/Escaflowne
8. What did you have for breakfast this morning: I didn’t. But usually jello or an apple
9. Who would you love being locked in a room with: Vic Mackey. (Shield)
10. Could you live without your computer: I shudder at the mere thought.
11. Would you color your hair: Um, I have. Many, many times.
12. Could you ever get off the computer: It’s like a requirement of my major
13. Habla espanol: Presson *HACK*
14. Like watching sunrises or sunsets: sunsets, who the heck is up with the sun?
15. Do you believe in love: well, yeah
16. Do you believe in love at first sight: Not really
17. Do you believe in forgiveness: yes, but lets not make treating me like crap a habit, ok?

The Letter

Ferris sent out the pharmacy addmission letters yesterday. Which means they're in the mail. I know I've probably spoken of this so many times before, but perhaps it's just an unconscious habit of mine to relay just how important their decision is to me. I will try again of course, if the answer is no--and I've always had a realistic fear in me that that's exactly what it will say. 500 qualified people. What are the odds, afterall, that I'm among the 150 lucky ones? Or is it luck at all? Yet despite all my doubts, I can't help by think each day of what it would feel like if the answer was yes. If by some stroke of fate the time was just right, my GPA was just high enough, and there was something about my application that said to them--she wants it.

This scares me, because I only have a day or two to remain blissfully ignorant before the verdict will arrive. Only a day or two more to hold on to that wonderful feeling of hope... before it is either shattered or fulfilled. And despite my eagerness to finally know, to put an end to the wondering and the frustrating process of waiting--I find myself wishing I could just continue to dream and imagine my joyful reaction, rather than actually know the truth. What if I have to remain here at WMU another year? What good will all this pre-excitement do if the bottom line is a mere rejection?

But what's done is done. As I've said, there is always next year. If the time is not right, it will be soon, and presistence will get me there. There are many smarter than I. Many who've no doubt worked harder. Many who want it just as bad. But I can say this without a doubt--no one wants it more.

And you can take that to the bank.

But I poop from there!

Mike: But... I didn't even think that!
Me: That's what's great about your brain--it thinks without you.

This is your brain....

Me: *squeak squeak squeak*
Mike: What are you doing?
Me: .........
Mike: You're disturbed.
Me: This is my brain on Biochem!
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Ugggggh. This has been one tremendous week, and it's only Tuesday. I can say with great relief however that after tomorrow I'll be 200% better, just because my biochem exam will be out of the way. After that, only three more exams to go! :D

My internet has been acting crazy lately, and Mike got a little nuts over it last night and tried to figure out what the problem was. He found evidence (don't ask me how, I'm not the cyborg) that a hacker has been repeatingly trying to dump me off over and over by bombarding my connection with information. A hacker! OMG! Whenever I think of hackers I think of these mysterious dudes just sitting in a room with the lights off typing away furiously on their keyboards.

*pause*

I just thought of Mike Jordan. It's YOU ISN'T IT?!

I couldn't have said it better myself

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Julie: I don't mean to be rude but.... quit breathing my air.

My Girls

!!PICTURES!! Just a few--don't get too excited. :)

I've also updated my Links on this page to include my photogallery (just in case the giant Badge wasn't enough for you), Mike's webpage, and a link to my Facebook profile. Woo!

This weekend has been a mixture of hanging out with good friends and getting intimate with my BioChem book. I've got a rough week ahead of me but I'd never be able to do it without some detours of non-school related activities. Your brain only works for so long before information just starts bouncing off of it.

More of the same today, and a meeting with my group to work on my religions project. Ugh.

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Chuck: Once that kind of ugly comes in here, you can't scrub it out!

Chemistry Porn

Scott: Freshmen year? Yeah... I only had about 30 or 40 Facebook friends back then.
Adrian: Facebook? Now, that's just a ridiculous comment.
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I always look upon Chem lab day with disgust, but it's never really that bad. My classmates are usually hilarious, and at this stage of the game we all know each other as if we have our whole lives. I wish I could've had relationships like that right from the get-go freshmen year. I think I would've done so much better in everything.

After Biochem I will have completed my Chemistry minor--so even if I don't end up finishing my bachelor's before pharmacy school, I'll at least get something out of WMU. It's kind of sweet to think about... my chemistry minor. Done. In a month. O_O

I'm not sure what I want to do next year. Registration starts soon, and I know I'll have to do it even without hearing from Ferris yet. I don't know what I want to take--I'm not sure if I want to continue on the direct path to my major, or just wrap up some simple gen eds to boost my GPA a little more. And I'd rather die than talk to my advisor, but I'm thinking that's in the near future.

The Shield season finale was on last night for an hour and a half and I almost peed in excitement. By the end of it I was at a loss over whether to hate it or love it. So good, yet so tragically bad.

My neighbors party constantly. Literally. Sometimes I get home from class in the afternoon and they're already going at it. Or I get up on a Saturday morning and they're outside throwing a football around while downing beer after beer. It makes little difference what day it is--Monday nights and Friday nights are all the same to them. I'm only glad that they're very friendly... and I can only hear their throbbing music through my air conditioner.

I'm getting scared about my Ferris letter, next year's class schedule, and my massive amount of exams next week. If only I can live through the next nine days I'll have a weekend of totally vegging out in store for me.

A little stressed

It's getting to be that time of the semester when my brain goes into overdrive. Everything is due, I've got exams, quizzes, and presentations flying at me from all directions. I work all night and still feel like I should've accomplished more.... I can't wait for summer to come.

Only a few more weeks.

O Vic Mackey.....

I want to have your babies. Take me now.

Pretty Rings and Old Victorians

Sunday is usually my catch-up on homework day, and as such, I almost always search for anything to put off the torment. Blogger included.

It's been a good weekend. I didn't do anything traditionally special for St. Patty's day, although Jillian picked me up after work and we went shopping for a few hours. Her boyfriend Chris instructed her to start looking at engagement rings, so she asked if I would go with her. We browsed through the mall for a while, looked at dozens of pretty rings, then stopped off at Best Buy to visit Mike and have dinner with him. Afterwards we went to her place and she gave me my Christmas present--her dad is a Drug Rep. and she had collected an entire box of drug merchandise, including pens, notepads, a soap-pump, and a Pravachol clock that looks great in my bathroom. ;-)

Yesterday Mike and I met up with Sandy and Debbie at Don Pablos in Battle Creek, and I really enjoyed that. I hadn't seen them in a while and the food was good (even if the service wasn't). We sat and chatted until nearly eight o'clock, then he and I headed over to the bowling alley in BC to meet up with Katie and Chuck for some pre-cosmic bowling. I haven't bowled since last year, and it was a ton of fun. Mike ended up winning, but he only beat me by two points. I think that's the best I've bowled in a long time. :D

The boys wanted some margaritas, so we headed to Applebees for dessert and drinks. Afterwards we visited Katie and Chuck's new place, and I loved it!! They moved into the second story of an old Victorian home that they discovered is about 117 years old. I couldn't believe how enormous it was, and it was only the second floor. The arcitecture was amazing and the layout was like a maze--each room had at least two entrances, sometimes three. I would walk into a room and not know which direction to take next! I wish they still made homes like that--I'd rather have an old home than a modern one any day. I can imagine lots of fun times hanging out at that place this summer. :-D

I can't wait until my classes slow down for the summer and I have a little more spare time during the week. I really want to start working out at the Rec Center regularly, as well as bike ride and perhaps even go for runs with Mike. As of right now, I have so much going on Monday thru Friday with class, work, and homework that it seems impossible to squeeze something else in at the moment. I've got huge plans for this summer though, and I can't wait. It seems practically around the corner.

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Story Time

So yesterday I get out of the pharmacy and I've got an hour before class so I head for the Bernhard Center, where I have lunch with Shruti every Thursday. I've got my headphones on and I'm jammin' but mostly just feeling really hateful and gross about the f'ing snow that the sky's been threatening to shit out lately. In general, I'm sick of winter, cold, and wind. Bring it on Spring, I'm ready.

Anyway, I get past Sangren and these crazy mofos running the opposite way almost plow me over. They were dressed up and had some sort of name tags on declaring they were from "Such and Such High School." Well that explains it. I'm not dissing high school students, but when I was in high school I ran when I was late to something too. I don't do that anymore, no siree. Nope, in college we walk briskly. Even if we're late we just walk a little bit faster. Heck, even if I'm late to work and those church bells are ringing in eight o'clock I don't run. Pfft.

I forgot all about these kids by the time I got to the Bernhard Center approximately 20 seconds later, but I remembered them in a hurry. I get downstairs to the fast food places and there's about 183,786,374 of those same crazy mofos swarming the place up! Suddenly I'm in high school all over again, pushing my way through the halls of E. A. Johnson High School, hurrying to my next class. I'm practically at a standstill, among sweating pubescent bodies and at a complete loss for words. I feel as if my world is being invaded by aliens--aliens who are all ordering whole pizzas instead of just one slice at a time, which means it'll take me forty-five minutes to get my Italian Cheese Bread, if I'm lucky.

Poor Shruti was practically hiding behind her BioChem book when I got to the table. I ended up waiting in line for thirty minutes, all while being bombarded with odd questions like, "Are all the chicks hot here?" and "Do you just party if you're not in class?" We even had to sit at a table with a few of them. *shudder*

In other news, I bought an aquarium that had a fancy filter and everything last week, and the damn thing broke, made the water hotter than hell, boiled my fish, and today I got my money back and bought the Shield Season 1 instead. Mike and I went to a piano recital the other night, and that was a lot of fun. I love pianos and he and I don't get to do stuff like that often.

I'm so ready for the weekend. Big plans, and not a lot of homework. Woots.

The Ominous Inner Fear

I never thought I'd come to the day when my biggest fear would be paying for pharmacy school, rather than being accepted. It's occured to me (though the truth has always been there) that the other 736 students fighting for one of the 150 seats are not my only obstacles. Suddenly I can't help but realize that I don't even have the money to be at WMU right now, let alone take this education of mine to another level. But what choice do I have? Sometimes you have to give up a little to ever gain. I suppose it could be called a sacrifice--a difficult means to an eventually much better end.

I try not to let it intimidate me, but each day seems different. Yesterday I rejoiced at the mere thought of going on to becoming a pharmacist and the life I'll lead for the rest of my days--today every moment I think about it I dread the consequences of chasing that dream. The distance from Mike. The money I don't have. And oh, the extreme difficulty. Even with as much as I've learned here at WMU, my brain will have to stretch to accomodate what will be expected of it. But who better for the job than me? Haven't I been able to adjust to every mental situation education has thrown at me up until this point?

Even so, I fear that pharmacy school will be the moment when I'll break. What if I can't handle the multitude of stresses that will be dumped on me seemingly all at once? From the emotions of a whole new world to the heartsickness that will bloom from being away from my friends, my family, and the man I want to marry even right this moment. Not to mention the adaptations my intelligence will have to endure. I feel ready--ready to spring and start the race just to finish it--but at the same time I'm terrified. Right now I'm in limbo. Trapped in a dreamlike state that is enjoyable to say the least, but will come to a crashing halt when that letter comes to me in the mail. On one side of the coin my heart would break with words of rejection burning my eyes--but on the other my heart would tremble at the thought of turning my life upside down yet again. It takes bravery. It takes passion. And waiting is the worst part. Stop toying with my future. I'm ready for the verdict. Give it to me.

I wonder what it'll feel like if the answer is no. How will I react to being placed into a mental category of others who aren't good enough? I'm not an ignorant individual--but I can say without a doubt that there are many others much, much smarter than I am. At the same time I wonder what else I could possibly do to crawl my way up to their ranks.

As a first step, I applied to retake one class during Summer I this year. General Chemistry II. The only C on my transcript, and one of the two things I would do to improve my situation in the event that I remain at WMU next year. After that it's the PCAT again. Pray for me, that test hurt the crap out of my forehead.

Time for more homework.

Think Spring

There's something about that first warm day of early spring, and the forgotten sensation of warm wind through the window that makes everything seem ok. It makes every decision seem like the right one, every trial well done, and the future not quite so scary. It's almost as though winter is depressing, and the longer it's endured the deeper and deeper our spirits get. Every step we take is an uphill climb. Then on a Saturday morning with sunshine spilling through the windows, you suddenly remember that you're only human. You believe in yourself again, and you remember why you're here. Everything that has ever been important to you is suddenly more important, and you understand why you've made the choices you have (even the ones that seemed wrong).

Most of all, you remember that you can do it, because you don't know how to fail.

The Most Powerful Words

I remember one day a long time ago. I don't remember what year of high school it was, but it may as well have been another lifetime. I had just lost a tennis match, and I was standing in the senior parking lot a few feet away from my dad, crying a little. I wasn't even crying over the tennis match--I was crying over a boy.

It doesn't even matter what boy it was--to be honest, I can't even recall. But what I do remember is that he didn't know me. O yes, he knew my name and he spoke to me each day... but he didn't know me. Not many boys in high school did. They knew what classes I was taking, what subjects I could help them with if they had trouble with their homework, what my class rank was, and they could tell me all about my perfect GPA. I'm more than sure that's what they thought was important to me. They saw me as a person on the mission to the top--all I wanted was to win the race. But the painful truth was the race didn't matter to me. And on graduation day when the medal was around my neck and I stood in front of the crowd of my peers--I found myself hating them. Hating them for taking away one of the most powerful accomplishments of my life. Hating them for making me ashamed for something I should've cried with joy over. And after surviving four years of high school amongst countless individuals who couldn't see past my GPA--I was more than ready to leave them behind. My life would take me above them.

But this moment in the parking lot I thought about this boy whom I wanted so desperately to not be like the others. My heart had broken at this point to realize he was no different. My father, a man I'd spent the last several years of my life battling with as I breached the line of adolesence, watched me quietly for a long time. He's never been good when his women cry. But after a little while he spoke up. And I'll never--in a million years--forget what he said to me.

He told me of the times he had to give up what he wanted to be able to do what he needed. He spoke of times in his life when what he believed in was called into question by outsiders who never had the right. And most of all, he told me how in spite of it all he never gave up.

He believed in me, and he knew the boy I was crying over would be forgotten in time. Eventually a boy would come along who would love me for all the reasons the others didn't. And though it hurt so much now to be without that particular boy, Dad never feared I wouldn't find him--in the mean time he knew I didn't even need him. I was strong enough on my own.

Since that day I've carried the message with me. I've passed it along many times before, even in this blog--though I've never shared the story. But I must say this to you, as he did...

To thine ownself be true.

Patella

Shruti: Sometimes it's fun to extend your leg and wiggle your patella.

Nugget

WARNING: this post will be completely pointless.

Me: I was actually surprised that he sang about having a carrot top for a daughter, considering his wife is blonde and he's... darkish blonde.
Mike: How do you know this? How?!
Me: I saw the video.
Mike: When??
Me: I HAD A LIFE BEFORE YOU!!!!!!
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Scott: You're like a walking science experiment; I'd like to centrifuge you.
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Stapleton: You do not metabolize one chapter at a time!
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Adrian: I've concluded that chickens and cows are not accurate sources for determining protein content.
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You know what I miss about high school? Chicken Nugget Day. It was akin to a national holiday.

Shut up Monday, Tuesday is gonna kick your A$$

Harry Potter is out on DVD tomorrow, which is cool X 10 because there's a dragon in it--and don't you forget it.

You know what hate? I hate it that I always want cold water to drink in the bathroom when I'm thirsty in the middle of the night and I have to stand there forever waiting for it to get cold. But of course when I'm in the kitchen wishing for hot water to wash my dishes with, it takes forever for the water to get hot.
I also hate those parking spots in Meijer parking lots that are taken up by the friggin' carts. And I don't mean just a stray cart, I mean the honest-to-goodness parking spots that are reserved for the carts. I always think there's a spot so I get excited and then suddenly-- NOPE, CARTS.

I gave my sister Picasa today (only the coolest desktop photo program you'll never have to pay money for) and she was so happy. Which made me happy. :)

I did remarkably better on my second Biochem test. And when I mean remarkably, I mean I raised my grade three grades. Ho. Ly. Crap I'm happy. But next time I'm gettin' an A. Yesiree. This will probably involve drawing pictures of the citric acid cycle on poster board and placing them all over my apartment so I don't even see anything else--but it can be done. Biochem will not defeat me!

Um, so about it not snowing here for a while... forget I said that. I was just kidding.

Today was impressively long, but good. That is all.

I Don't Need Reasons to UPDATE!!

Me: It tastes just like orange juice but it's nooooottt.
Chuck: It's orange juice with a dirty little secret.
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Dinner was fun last night--the food was awesome and the company was even better. But it's back to that nasty six letter word tomorrow--school. Not too much longer to go though before.... even more school! But in the summer time woo!

It doesn't seem like winter should almost be over yet. Not that I'm complaining at all, but it really hasn't snowed here in a long time; it's just been obnoxiously cold and windy. I bought a birdfeeder. Just to change topic. It looks like a porch swing for birds.

FIVE BLADES!! Ok I'm done.

EDIT: The Brave Little Toaster is on TV right now, and it's the freakiest movie ever.

Chi Town

!!PHOTOS!!

My internet has been farting around lately, but I still managed to upload all my favorite pictures this morning from my trip to Chicago. You can check them out here (my photogallery main page) or here (the Chicago folder). There are quite a few, and if you like 'em leave comments! I love it when people do that. :)

The trip was great and we had spectacular weather--sunshine the whole time with more than bearable temperatures. Our hotel was within walking distance of a lot of good places to eat and visit, so we didn't have to take a cab too much or drive around (although I did ride in my first cab ever). We got to eat at Hard Rock Cafe, Rainforest Cafe, and Johnny Rockets--I felt like I was eating the whole time! Our first night we went to the comedy club Second City, where many great actors/comedians got their start, including Steve Carell and Stephen Colbert. It was three hours of nothing but laughs--probably my favorite part of the trip.

We also got to visit Shedd Aquarium which was awesome. Quite easily the most beautiful aquarium I've ever seen. We got to see the dolphins perform while we were there which was very cool--I'd only seen dolphins either from a great distance or through a TV screen. They had a great shark tank but the penguins were easily my favs.

The John Hancock observatory is definitely worth mentioning--96 stories tall and the best view of Chicago you could ever have. We went up at night so we got to see the city all lit up, and the night was so clear we could see for miles. We got lots of great pictures up there.

I had a blast with Beth and Matt. I wish we could've stayed longer, but it was great to get the time we did. Even the car ride there and back was great fun--we'll have to travel together again soon. :)

I got to go home for a little bit to see the family for the first time since Christmas, and that was great too. I really missed them and I was sad to say goodbye again yesterday. Mike's mom is back at home and doing great--she's quit smoking. I'm probably going to get a new goldfish this week... I'm sad without Brute. I've looked at a few in Meijer's pet department but none of them catch my eye. We'll see what happens.

I can't believe it's March and it's almost time for it to get warm again. I'm so excited for spring and summer to get here--I think I'll enjoy staying in Kalamazoo. I should be getting my letter from Ferris soon, and I'm getting a little nervous. Up until this point I've been able to imagine how awesome it would be to be accepted for next year's class--but what if the letter comes back and it's a rejection?

I'm hosting dinner at my place tonight for the Battle Creekers--guess I'd better get cookin'. :D

I'm back!

...from Spring Break, with lots and lots of pictures and stories!! But.... not tonight! MWA HAHA!!!
Just to keep you in suspense.

To tie you over until tomorrow however, here are some delightful Chuck Norris jokes.
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Chuck Norris' tears can cure all diseases, but Chuck Norris doesn't cry.

Chuck Norris sleeps with a nightlight on--not because he's afriad of the dark, but because the dark is afraid of Chuck Norris.

There are no endangered species, only a list of creatures Chuck Norris allows to live.

Chuck Norris doesn't read books, he just stares them down and forces the information out of them.

Chuck Norris doesn't sleep. He waits.

When Chuck Norris has sex with a man, it is not because he is gay, but because he has run out of women.

MacGyver can build an airplane out of gum and paper clips, but Chuck Norris can kill him and take it.

Chuck Norris only masturbates to pictures of Chuck Norris.

Chuck Norris lost his virginity before his dad did.

On the 7th day, God rested.... Chuck Norris took over.
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Ok, I'm done now. Come on, you know they're funny. It doesn't matter how many times you've heard them. And if you didn't laugh, then you didn't laugh on purpose--and shame on you.