28

I just beat my old minesweeper record. It was 30. Now it's 28.

Maybe I need to play less minesweeper...

P.S. It looks as though, for girls camp, I'll be in charge of crafts and policing the youth leaders. Oh joy.

Camping

Tonight it was decided that I would go to stake girls camp next week (Monday-Saturday). Somehow, my home ward manages to be filled with lots of very strong women. Now, this could be attributed to the fact that I spent the majority of my St Louis life in one ward (until it dissolved), then the rest of it in a ward that received an infusion of my old ward, but... that doesn't quite explain things.

In the old days, my ward would send about 5-7 girls to camp along with the requisite ward camp leaders (1 or 2 of them). Then, we would send 5-9 women for leadership on the stake level.

This year, my home ward is sending 3 girls and 5 leaders (including the camp director). Only one of those women was in my old home ward. Woof.

Tonight, a family friend (who happens to be going to camp as a leader) swung by to chat. During the course of the evening, I discovered that she's been really sick all year (she's at about 110 lbs; she's lost 35 lbs in a year), has a daughter's wedding in 3 weeks, and she was asked to help out with camp. What's more, many women have fallen pregnant and, as such, are unable to come. Thus, knowing that our friend was wise, talented, and unable to say no, the director started assigning her extra duties. At this point, she's in charge of keeping the youth leaders in line (and they're camping at a boy scout camp; oi vey), certification, flag, and presenting a spiritual thought every day. And she's been having difficulty not vomiting in the evenings. And she's stressing over her daughter's wedding.

Well, being the brilliant child that I am, I mentioned that I was unemployed and offered to help. She told me that if I was serious, she would gladly welcome my assistance (though there would be some paperwork for a doctor to fill out and such).

Not long after she left our house, I got a phone call from one of the YW leaders in the ward (on of the ones with a bun in the oven and who is involved in the same cairn rescue group as my family) telling me that I was her new favorite person. She also assured me that, seeing as her husband is a doctor, I could easily get my form filled out free of charge.

So... yeah. I'm going camping. Yay?

Blerg

Hey guys. Long time no blog. I'm tired, so this is a bit rambly.

Since I last posted:

I went home (St Louis) for the summer. I have been trying to get a job. I'm still working on that.

I remembered why I like helping with dog rescue: I like dogs. It can be hard to remember with all the urine and barking and biting and such, but I really to love these fuzzy girls (and boy).

The dog that sleeps in my bed wet my bed. I took a large portion of responsibility for her accident because I didn't let her out before bedtime. For anyone wondering, she slept in my bed again the very next night. She hasn't wet the bed again yet, but she did go potty in the night that one time (she jumped down and used my sweats as a piddle pad). She'll be going outside after I post this.

I've been watching movies that are both random and awesome. The Lavender Hill Mob is simply hilarious once you can understand the actors through their accents. Hangmen Also Die is a bit of a nail-biter about the Nazi occupation of Czechoslovakia. Iron Man is just... excellent. The new Indiana Jones movie was surprisingly good. I can now say that I've watched a Charlie Chaplin movie. La Vie En Rose was a breathtakingly accurate portrayal of Edith Piaf's life.

I'm watching West Wing again. It always makes me want to go into politics. Hrmph.

I've also been watching 30 Rock. It always makes me want to do Tracy Jordan impressions and watch Alec Baldwin movies. Hrmph.

I've been attending my home stake's singles ward. I'll have to share my awkward creepy storytime with y'all, but not now. That's for when I'm not so sleepy.

Lovely Little Lab Moment

People seem to have various ideas about proper lab etiquette. Not having a working computer this semester, I've definitely seen my share of variations.

Approaching finals, the labs become rather full, meaning that people try not to abandon their seat for fear of an usurper. This means that there tend to be more phone calls than usual. Seeing as most people in the labs are working hard to get ready for finals, this is rather annoying.

A few minutes ago, a guy was talking pretty loudly on his cell phone, certainly loudly enough for the entire lab to hear. At one point, he was talking about the price of something (I wasn't paying enough attention to notice what the something was). He kept rattling on about how whatever they were were $4 each. After he'd repeated it a few times, a random guy from the lab poked his head up and shouted (technically it was a regular voice, but in a computer lab, it felt like a shout) "Four dollars!?!?! Really? At four dollars, I'd like to take five." He then ducked his down quickly as the guy on the phone looked around, clearly confused. Snickering commenced throughout the lab.

Kudos to you, smart alecky lab boy. Kudos to you.

:)

You know you've been watching too much of the Office when...

While taking a D&C test today, I experienced an odd phenomena: Every time I was confronted with a true/false question that was false, I heard Dwight in my head. "False. A cannot be B because [insert semi-doctrinal explanation here]." It was pretty awesome.

On a completely different note, did you know that jumping on trampolines and playing crack the egg for an hour-ish is a bad idea if you have a bad back? Heh. Who know... don't judge me!

Aieeee!

So, once upon a time, my ward had a fantastic idea. To celebrate leap year, we rented out Jump-On-It (this place with lots of trampolines and stuff) for an hour. We spent an hour jumping on a field of great bounciness. It was unspeakably fun, but exhausting. And mildly frightening, when you think of the ridiculously long waiver everyone had to sign. Heh. It was worth a few nose dives and a sore wrist, though. It rocked.

Quick French Lesson

Donner un baisser means to give a kiss. Baisser means something completely different. Well, maybe not completely, but definitely different enough to make saying the wrong one in class rather awkward.

And yeah I really do think...

Is it ironic that I can have a very low tolerance for loud and crazy people?

Customer Support Representative

Ok. So the post title has nothing to do with what I'm going to blog about, but I'm at a public computer and when I clicked on the empty box for the title, Customer Support Representative popped up (for no apparent reason). Due to the pure and utter randomness, I will keep it.

Now, on to business.

My roommates all went to California this weekend (while stayed home and tried to sleep off the codeine). On Saturday, I got a call from a friend of the house and he told me that he was engaged.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm happy for him. He's pretty dang awesome. She's pretty dang awesome. They seem like a pretty dang awesome fit

BUT

They have been dating for (not exaggerating at all here) four weeks at most and they met at the beginning of the semester. Now, I can understand wanting to get married. I can understand meeting somebody, dating them, and marrying them. I can't understand deciding to marry someone when you've known them for less than two months, especially when they aren't planning on getting married until the summer. Long courtship, short engagement. Oi vey.

I'm just freaking out slightly. That's all.

Sick

I have now been feeling crappy for 3 weeks. Is this fair? No. Does that matter? No. Did I do some stupid things that might have contributed to me feeling crappy? Most definitely.

Stupid thing #1
Right before I was feeling sick in the respiratory sense, I had been feeling ill in a different sense. Thus, I was struggling to catch up on homework and, like the brilliant child that I am, I decided to only take a couple hours of sleep. It seems that my body had been just barely keeping this virus at bay. I went from feeling mostly ok to feeling like crap within a few hours.
From this experience I must conclude that it is important to get enough sleep.

Stupid thing #2
At the same point that I was feeling ill, it just happened that I was reaching the point when I needed to go grocery shopping. My provisions consisted of some soup and pineapple (courtesy of my sister and various wonderful friends), some noodly stuff, chicken nuggets, herbal tea, refried beans, and nutella.
From this experience I conclude that one should eat more fruits and vegetables.

Stupid thing #3
I waited 2 weeks before going to the doctor. When I went in (without a voice, coughing up a lung, etc), I was told that I had viral bronchitis. He gave me prescriptions for some impressive cough syrup, an inhaler, and steroids and told me to keep taking Mucinex.
From this experience I conclude that if I get sick, I should go to a doctor before the 2 week point.

And to anyone who's seen me in the past week, I blame anything stupid that I did on the drugs.

Oh I love technology

I had forgotten about google reader. Heh. That's the joy of google reader. You can be a bum blogger and the world can forget you, but as soon as you post again, the world remembers once more.

Well, my friends, facebook newsfeed nearly gave me a heart attack a few seconds ago. Or rather, it did give me a heart attack, but I recovered very quickly.

So I have this cousin. It just so happens that her name is almost exactly the same as mine, which is to say that I was called her name in France all the time. I loaded facebook really quickly to look at something and noticed something odd in my newsfeed. [The Chalice of Evil] went from being single to in a relationship. My heart stopped as I wondered which roommate would be receiving a fierce and mighty beat-down. Then my heart restarted as I saw that it was not my name, but my cousin's name. Thank goodness for that.

What the cobwebs?

It seems that I forgot about this little blog. How odd.

At this point, I can be fairly certain that my readership is a population of zero. That's somewhat sad, seeing as the point of a blog is to share events and stories and randomness with other people, and yet...

Knowing that it is highly unlikely that anybody will read this anytime soon is somewhat liberating. Whenever I talk, I try to filter (for lack of a better word) what I say so that it's better suited for the company I'm with (not that it's always effective, but that's beside the point). This goes beyond mere content. If I'm talking to a roommate, for example, and I know that she hates [insert random item here], I probably won't tell her that I tried [item that was inserted there] the other day and that, actually, I am quite fond of it. If I'm with a random group of people, it's doubtful that I'll mention anything that would reveal my nerdiness.

If nobody's listening, perhaps I can be myself for once.