you've got to be kidding me...

Academics in adult life is tough. As an adult you are in charge of your motivation, procrastination and ultimately your college future, if you so choose to have one. There are a million different obstacles to climb through such as work life, personal life and school life. You have to get up early, stay late and study on the weekends when really sitting around watching the boob tube would seem more fun. On the particular morning I am writing the vent-ful message comes after about 35 minutes of re-directing myself all around the Ohio State University campus. It has currently surpassed Arizona state (the last I heard anyway) as being the biggest University campus in the United States. Yep, my little old school holds the bare minimum of 50,000 students on any given day. My first class of my Tuesday/Thursday schedule starts promptly at 8:30 am. I left the house around 7:30 to give myself enough time to get here, rigorously find a place to park and trek my ass to class. But on my way here, since I am leaving town at about noon, I thought of a brilliant idea; or what seemed brilliant at the time. I would go to the library conveniently located one building away from my classroom to print out notes. Lots and lots of notes as I will be in the car for 12 hours (one way) and dangling toys in front of my son can only be entertaining for so long. I figured it would give me time to catch up on what I am missing in my other classes and the opportunity to be uber prepared for next week.

I really should have thought it through a little bit better. Some time between me being exhaustingly tired and forgetting that The OSU is construction hungry they not only closed my library, they made it into a computer lab for Business Majors. Uhhh... I am not a business major, I am a nutrition major. Therefore I am not privileged enough to use their stupid ass computers. The same exact computers that are in every computer lab/library on campus. Ok, no big deal. There's always going to have to be Plan B. So I ask the student working there (she was really nice so I couldn't be mad) if there were any other libraries or computer labs nearby. She hands me a map of the campus highlighting the areas in which I can go. I thought, 'Oh great! Wow!! These people really have it together. No big deal, I'll just walk to the next closest one'. In my situation thankfully there were two equally distant destinations from each other.

Off to the Journalism Library I go. I had originally used the JL when I first came to OSU about 4 years ago and had completely forgot about its existence. It was somewhat sentimental, so I chose it first! WRONG!! I get there and it's closed, due to none other than construction. I all but throw my hands to the sky and scream 'SERENITY NOW!!' I figured it would be a bit disruptive and students passing by may deduce me to a nut case. I ended up taking the silent approach to all but mumble under breath 'I can't believe I am missing class for a bunch of crap. I am such a fool', as I am all but envisioning myself calling maintenance and cussing them out for being so inconsiderate.

Thankfully Baker Hall across the street has an open computer lab. Now I can print my notes, and joyfully be on my way. Ta-Da!!

I know right?

I have to admit that I've been having a miniature obsession with Lady Gaga. I'm not impressed with her 'pop art' culture makeover experience or whatever bullshit she tries to call it. I'm only really impressed with her voice and the way she plays piano. I think her acoustic live performances are wonderful, and she's got it put together. With that said I had the strangest dream the other night. I dreamed that I had a cavity. Which in itself is weird as I've never once had a cavity in my life. I'm one of the lucky few; i digress. The dream was so lucid that I actually felt the pain from my 'cavity'. It's strange I know. So in my dream I go to the dentist to get the situation assessed. The dental techs do x-rays and it shows that my bottom canine is all jacked up and black. But it shows I have another cavity on one of my upper canines.

Well my dentist, Lady Gaga, comes in not to fill my tooth but to pull it. She takes one of those Sani-wipes and rubs it around the base of my tooth. It's some sort of new innovative pain killer and local anesthetic in that world. Then she takes a white device that looks similar to the Ped-egg. That thing that is supposed to remove the dead skin from the heel of your foot. So she uses the Ped-egg, hooks my tooth and pulls it right out. Lady Gaga dentist then repeats the same process to my other tooth but only after a little bit of chit chat. It was as if we were new best friends.

The dream was insane and I woke up scratching my head. Have you ever had one of those dreams where they're so real you remember all the details? It was like that only times 10 because I was so freaked that's all I could think about today at work. I was re-playing it all in my head. I don't know what dream interpreters would say. If you have any ideas please let me know.

Chase you down until you love me...

it's interesting how rejuvenating it feels to finally be over the juvenile antics of ignorant human beings.

viva la gaga!!!

i almost forgot...

My mother and I have been going rounds for a few years now when it comes to remembering my shoe size. I wear a 6 1/2 as I am only 5' 1". Yes at one point in time, when I was say 20 pounds heavier, I wore a size 7. Only I barely fit into it and since I have lost weight since high school I am no longer that size. So it comes as a surprise to me that she consistently thinks I wear a 7. Even after many times of correcting her...

Picture this afternoon when she sends me a hideous picture of a pair of cream and what appears to be suede boots she found at the thrift. Moments later she calls me and of course my opening line, "those are nasty!" Hysterical laughter presents itself through my receiver, and she says "hey, you at least got to give me snaps because they're a 7"... My immediate answer being "I DON'T WEAR 7's. I WEAR A 6 1/2!!!"

As you can probably assume the laughter gets louder and more hysterical. My mother has all but blown a lung at this point. She's hopeless...

seriously?

i have never understood the integrity of people. why would someone try and give or maintain a friendship but only out of convenience? i tend to do things because i enjoy them. not purely out of boredom. but whatever, that chapter in the book of my life is now closed. too little too late.

i have a feeling i will be a sock monkey for Halloween... woop woop!!