This morning I was eating cereal.
You know the whole works: the Vector, the skim milk, the bowl, the spoon...
And as I brought the spoon up towards my mouth, the little cereals inside the spoon pool created a phenomenal formation; It was a smiley face, twinkling up at me, just plain happy to see me.
I was flattered. Aww, you shouldn't have!
Here's hoping that strength and peace of mind comes in the morning...
I'd rather not have a repeat of today.
Good Night.
I am a "teeth" person. And...what does that mean, you ask? It simply means that I can't stand bad teeth. I uncontrollably swore an oath to myself that I would never date a guy with bad teeth. Never ever. I just can't do it.
And what's worse is that fact that my wisdom teeth are making their way into the humble abode of my mouth; THEY'RE MANIPULATING THE DIRECTION OF MY TEETH. If my teeth get any worse than this I will just have to stop smiling. 'Cause don't you see? How can I possibly be a "teeth" person, if my own teeth are now exact replicas of miniature Leaning Tower of Pisa's??
Talk about hypocrisy.
And wow, how many times can I say the word "teeth"?
Oh no. I can feel it, slowly makin' its way; This hunch, this inkling, this feeling that all of my leisurely hobbies and free time are about to vanish into thin air.
I started this semester with 19 credit hours. (WHOA) I know that the number "19" means absolutely nothing to an outsider with no personal interest in the matter, the outsider being you. So let me fill you in. At my university, 12 is the minimum amount of credit hours, whereas 19 is the maximum. Maximum, a.k.a, not recommended. Since I started with such a high amount of credit hours, I knew that I was going to drop at least one 3-credit class FOR SURE by the end of the week. Ummm...not possible! For some weird reason, I am in love with ALL of my classes. Who would've ever thought that'd be possible?
Philosophy: So interesting, great professor.
English- Drama & The Novel: It's my major, duh. And plus, we're reading C.S Lewis, and The Hobbit!
Human Kinetics: I love anything to do with fitness and nutrition, even though I don't usually practice it myself...hehe.
Sociology Marriage & Family: (hehe) ;)
Interdisciplinary Studies: Vital to life.
Psychology: Everything is totally relevant, phenomenal aaand the professor just might be an easy marker. ;)
Fine Arts: Has to be my favorite class in the whole entire world. We listen to music clips, do photography, study paintings, create sculptures, go to symphonies/operas, and watch films. It's definitely my thing. And the teacher is just fantastic, and I have a zero "zone-out" opportunity with him. :)
This morning I attended my Theatre Production class, which I honestly would've loved to be in. While we were looking over the syllabus I was just so excited about painting sets, sewing costumes, and ushering at events...until my 19 semester hours finally hit me in the head and made me realize that if I were to stay in the class, it could involve daily suicidal attempts or near-death experiences. (Ha, kidding...I think...)
So after elaborating with the professor, I decided to drop my 1-credit Theatre Production course. I'm kind of sad, and I realized that I should've taken it last semester, when I had more free time and less semester hours. But at the same time, I'm glad, because I was able to remove at least 1 semester hour off my plate, now leaving me with 18. I'm glad that I attended the class though, because it saved me from that dreaded "I wonder what would've happened if I would have gone to Theatre today....?" I can at least say that I tried!
I have a good feeling about this semester.
In case you haven't noticed, I haven't blogged in awhile. "Awhile" meaning 5 days... Now that I'm back in university, I can already predict that things will be different than they were over Christmas break. The whole 'writing a blog entry right before bed' deal is history.
Sunday, was an interesting day. A roller-coaster you may say. I woke up at 4:30 AM, was running on 3 1/2 hours of sleep, tired as EVER. I loaded up my luggage into the trunk of the car, and my parents drove me to the city. You're probably thinking, OK, why on earth is she selling all of this pointless information to me? Get on with it! We were heading to the airport. It's simple as that, right? WRONG. While being half asleep in the backseat of the car, I awoke from a gasp escaping my Mom, a foot slamming on the brake, tires skidding on ice, and a sudden impact resulting in a sore neck, a.k.a, whiplash. I remember right after the hit, everything was still and silent. As the smelly gray air filled the inside of the car, we were all drowning in our thoughts, well, at least I was. It was shockingly slow motion. I couldn't believe it. We got into a car accident! This kind of stuff doesn't happen to me! I don't understand! After realizing that everyone in the car was still thankfully alive and unscratched, I reached into my purse for my cell phone, but I couldn't find it. In fact, it was empty. Looking past my knees, I found all of the contents of my purse scattered around my feet. ...Now how the heck did that happen? Out of sudden impulse, I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures of the collided cars; Mine was definitely totaled. While being outside I was shaking like CRAZY, a mixture of the brutal winter weather and of course, the accident. It was weird hearing the sirens coming for me...that never happens. I had to say goodbye to my parents at the scene of the accident, and then I took a cab the rest of the way to the airport. Strangely enough, it was hard to say goodbye to my parents, but it was easy to tell them that I loved them. Usually I have to remind myself to say I love you! But this time, it just slipped right out, and it felt natural and genuine.
I was lucky enough to have one of my guy friends with me during the accident and on one of my flights, because he definitely kept me sane. He kept me from thinking too much about it...by drawing pictures on the Air Canada barf bag.
But once we parted ways in the Edmonton airport I began to realize how much I actually love my family. I am so blessed. I can't even describe how lucky I feel when I think about my family.
When I arrived at the airport, two of my best friends were there to greet me, holding up a sign saying "WELCOME HOME JENNI" I was soooo happy. Then as I opened the door to my room, there were pink streamers drawn across the windows, pastel-colored balloons filled the room, and posters saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN JEN".
I am definitely at home. :)
Today while I was in the car with my Dad, he suddenly said to me, you need to get a career in teaching, or healthcare. One where you can work with people.
Confused, I asked him why.
He then replied with, because you're good with people.
This little compliment brought a smile to my face, and the funny thing is that he has no idea how greatly I appreciated hearing it. Because honestly, apart from falling in love with a guy 5 feet tall, my greatest fear is being told: Jen, you are socially inadequate/retarded/awkward/lacking. And nobody wants to be told that, right?
Life is one big thrill ride. It's super exciting, and I am loving every moment of it. And I have to admit that apart from all of the stress and worry, it's kind of exhilarating having absolutely NO idea what's around the corner. For example, I have no idea what I'm doing this summer, along with having zero clue of what school I'll be attending in the fall. One thing that I need to tell myself everyday is that life isn't about me. The world doesn't revolve around me, and my so-called "problems" and "bad days" are merely ant hills compared to other peoples' mountains of heartbreak and poverty. Among the five million trillion books that I'm in the middle of, I'm currently reading The Purpose Driven Life. You're supposed to read only one chapter a day, but me being me, of course, prefer to read four chapters a day. But anyway, whenever I'm feeling directionless or caught up in my own insignificant and silly goals, this books helps me more than you know. It just reminds me that God is the reason we're on this earth, and that he gave us our gifts and talents for an extraordinary and phenomenal purpose. And I honestly can't wait to realize what I was made for.
What's also cool is that I bought my first pair of Lululemon yoga pants today! Who would've thought that comfort like this could be found on the earth itself? And despite my long legs, these suckers are SO long on me! O Happy Day!
Have you ever been able to hear yourself blink? Yes, blink. With your eyes. 'Cause that's happening to me right now, and it's kind of irritating...that's why I decided to turn up the music. (Lights, to be exact)
And you know what makes me happy? Just knowing that friends are everywhere. I am glad to have friends. I remember being 12 years old and waking up every morning scared to death not knowing if I'd have anyone to hang out with at school that day. I have come a long way folks, a very long way. :)
One more week of chick flicks, non-physical activity, books, glorious movie theatre popcorn, and an inexplicable social life before I jump on the plane back to school. Lets make it count! :)
Today was revolutionary. It was life-changing, and I've never experienced a transformation quite like this one.
I did something I thought I could never do. Before today, I lived everyday of my life guaranteeing others that it was a goal always so far out of reach, and simply out of my league. In fact, it makes me feel like I'm becoming older, and maturing into adulthood.
What a great start to the new year! I thought smugly to myself after.
It all happened so fast. Here is how it all transpired: It was mid-afternoon, I was snuggled comfortably between the sheets with a book in hand, when I suddenly began to grow very tired. So tired in fact, that my only option in my choose-your-own-adventure-kind-of-moment was to a) live the next few hours of my life with pure lethargy and fatigue or b) fall into a deep, beautiful slumber.
Too tired to weigh out the pros and cons, I surrendered to my old, aging body and slipped into a brief (45 minutes), yet phenomenal state of unconsciousness.
No, there's no need to clean the smudges off your glasses or re-read the above paragraph, you read it right:
I took my very first nap. :)
So...last night was New Years Eve...and today was New Years Day...
Hmm. Yeah...about that...
Big deal. is all I have to say.
I mean, what makes the 31 of December so different from the 31 of March or April, May, June, July, ect?
I really, truly, and honestly believe that the whole New Years thing is overrated.
Am I only bitter because my "New Years kiss" consisted of only a peck on the cheek? ...and from a female yet?
Maybe... I don't know.
When I returned from the party I stepped outta my boots, crawled into bed, poured myself a glass of sparkling apple juice, flipped open my laptop, and watched Bride Wars until my eyelids became anvils.
Yes, that is how I, Jennifer, spent my first hours of 2010.
After awaking from an almost too perfect and undisturbed sleep, I spent the next few hours on the telephone, grateful that I had someone to talk to.
I spent January 1st, 2010 scribbling through my day-planner, realizing that I only have one free day left before I take off. One free day to relax, rejuvenate, and soak up my last and only excuse to be lazy. Only one free day...wow, so much for having a petty social life. Hmm.
My Mom and I then baked rice krispy squares. (Allowing for me to stroke another item off my "Christmas To-Do list") For some reason, I was mysteriously intrigued by the texture of the initial mixing of the melted marshmallows and rice krispies. It looked like a spider had spun a million webs around each krispy grain of rice; a tangled web. And...this also proves my weirdness. Alright, moving on...
I also continued reading Twilight; a book which my sister claims should've only taken me a day to read, and yet it has been 2 weeks. I'm not a slow reader, trust me, my elementary school teachers praised me for my inclined reading abilities. I just prefer to read in front of the television, and my noisy parents...and my perpetually ringing cellphone, that's all.
I'm starting to have a lousy feeling about my "Christmas Vacation To-Do List"...I mean, if it takes me 2 weeks to read one book, I'll need 10 weeks to read my next 6 books. Sigh. In pondering this, would I secretly considered canceling ALL plans and outings for next week, just so I'd be able to read minute after minute, day after day...?
Nah, I love my friends too much.
