Djo wanna know whheere it isss?

I've had this weird pain in my teeth for the past couple of days. I think it's related to a minor sinus infection that I'm currently suffering through, but lately it's so noticeable that I feel like my teeth are too big for my mouth. When I try to make the 's' sound, I slur my words like a drunk. Things were doubly difficult for me last night when I actually did get drunk (accidentally) after a half-pint of beer before our food arrived. I had to concentrate especially hard not to mix up my words and bang my teeth together during speech. Dave asked more than once what the hell was wrong with me, so I don't think I pulled it off as smoothly as I'd hoped.

GSIKM: Volume 2

Just finishing up paper two of three and thinking that I really haven't said anything all that exciting in 13 pages.

I keep hoping that another game of solitaire will be just the thing I need to inspire some creative thinking, but the games only make the total time writing 13 boring pages longer and longer.

Let's just wrap it up and be done, don't you think?

Grad School is Killing Me: Volume 1

Just checking in, Peeps. It's pretty bad when your own father gives you a hard time for not blogging. I know. I know.

The end of this semester is upon me and I'm barely hanging on. So it goes.

In other news . . . see that's just it. I have no other news.

Take what you can get.

Birthday

I turned 33 yesterday. And while I'm not crazy about having two odd numbers in my age, I think it's going to be an especially good year. How did I celebrate? By going to bed early. And it was so, so nice.

Seriously

I'm feeling pretty overwhelmed lately. It doesn't help that The Professorial Nightmare emailed the class at 2:17 a.m. Sunday to let us know we have a project to complete for class on Monday. This does not lighten my load.

Smooth

I always feel a little out of place when I walk through the halls of the high school where I observe a class once a week for this research project. The students don't know me, those who do think of me as the lady with the audio recorder, and I have to wear this stupid, bright yellow visitor's badge.

Falling down the stairs today didn't help matters either. I made a quick recovery, but my butt made contact with at least three steps.

One Lump or Two?

I pass the same frat house every day on my way to campus. And I always wonder what the international students next door think when they hear "Pour Some Sugar on Me" blaring through their windows. Probably, they have a pretty good sense of what's wrong with this country.

Take Two

I'm going to try a new approach to blogging my life.

Ready?

Here it comes...

I'm just going to write.

Sure. Commitments such as these last about a week. Or maybe a day in my case. But, what the hell. I've gotta give something a try, right?

Here's today's fascinating entry: I just ate ten Tootsie Rolls. In a row.

Obviously you are very excited about this new dawn.