I hurt myself yesterday. I fell in the middle of the street (and sadly, this is not the first time that's happened). It wasn't just a fall; I wiped out. I landed on my hands and knees. Now I have a big cut on one hand and a huge bump and scrape on one knee. I ripped my jeans, too, on one knee. It's very sad. I think I can still wear them and pretend there's supposed to be a rip there.

The whole thing made me think of the many, MANY times I've hurt myself. Especially when I was little. For example, here is a list of stupid/hurtful things I've done:

I fell off the parallel bars on the playground and landed face first in the gravel.

I fell backwards off a swing, because I thought it'd be a good idea to hold onto the seat of the swing and not the chains that you're supposed to hang on to.

I've been hit in the head or face with a soccer ball, a football, a kickball, a tennis ball, a medicine ball, and a golf ball.

Actually, the golf ball was my own. While putt-putting, I thought it'd be a great idea to hit the ball as hard as I could, which sent it ricocheting off of a rock back in my direction, and it hit me in the forehead. Yeah. I'm a dumbass.

I fell off of a trampoline, onto the springs.

I jumped off of a billboard (why?), which, in case you're interested, hurts.

In kindergarten, my babysitter was building a pool at her house, and I crawled into the hole they dug in the backyard and got my shorts stuck on a nail.

I fell in the middle of the street last year (although I had some help with falling) and lost my keys, but I didn't know it at the time, so I had to go back the next day with Kate and search for them.

Let's just say I fall down a lot. It doesn't matter if it's icy. I'll fall anyway.

Probably the stupidest thing I've ever done was the time I stood on one end of a teeter-totter and told my friend to push down really hard on the other end, thinking I would fly up in the air. Just so you know, this doesn't work. I fell off and hit my head.

There are many other instances, but I can't think of them right now. Probably because I've hit my head so many times.

I'm feeling mostly better now, so yay. Too bad it took all day. It's really nice out, I can't believe it. I wish I hadn't spent the majority of the day in bed. It's one of those days where you just want to drive around with your windows open and a good song on the radio. I tried that earlier but there weren't any good window-rolling-down songs on. It was very unfortunate and made my heart sad. But I'm better now.

Oh man. I do not feel well at all. And my back still hurts. I'm so old.

I was thinking about some good rules to abide by when you're drinking (while I was lying in my bed, feeling like I was going to die) and here's what I came up with:

1) Chugging is never a good idea, whether it be beer, wine, or water. Just don't do it.

2) Calling your parents after a night of drinking is an even worse idea, even if they had been doing the exact same thing. Better yet, it's probably a good idea to just leave your cell phone at home. And hide it. Because, for some reason, the more you drink, the smarter it seems to call everyone in your phone book and leave long, babbling messages that will be really embarrassing the next day.

3) Don't wear shoes you like to the bar. Someone will always spill something on them. Always.

4) Stealing is bad. You think you're being all slick, trying to shove that 5 foot sign in your purse? Well, you're not. The bouncer, the bartender, and the owner all saw you do it. So don't even try it.

5) Karaoke. No. You can't sing. Even if you can sing when you're sober, the alcohol will make you sound like a dying giraffe.

6) When picking songs on the jukebox, please do not play all U2 songs, or all country songs, or even all Dave Matthews songs (as much as I love him). People will smack the shit out of you, and rightfully so.

7) Watching infomercials when you come home is OK, if a little weird. Calling the numbers and ordering the Time Life collection of every song written in the 60's . . . not cool.

I'm sure there are many, many more, but my brain is not exactly functioning normally. Maybe I'll add more later. Any suggestions?

I don't know when I turned into an 80 year old woman, but it's happened. I bent down to pick something up off the floor today, and now my back is killing me. Only when I bend a certain way, though. I feel like I should get a cane or something. I spent twenty minutes just lying flat on my bedroom floor, because that's what I see people on TV do when they hurt their backs. I can't believe I get most of my medical knowledge from TV shows. Pathetic.

I'm kind of proud of myself. I have all this free time right now and I'm NOT watching Sex and the City. Go me. Today in class we were talking about atraso, which apparently is a Cuban word for a state of horniness. I feel that the Sex and the City I've been watching all week prepared me for this discussion, so finally I can say that my obsession has had some educational advantages.

I'm addicted to this website I got from Erin. You put in any word and it'll insert it into a slogan. Just try it. You'll be addicted, too, I guarantee it.

At the tanning place they pump a radio station into each room so you're not too bored while you're lying there. Well, the past couple of times I've gone a Creed song comes on while I'm in the middle of tanning. For those of you who know me, you know this is my idea of hell. I hate Creed. I can't stand listening to that band. I want to stick a needle in my ear when one of their songs comes on. So I would really appreciate it if radio stations would stop playing their songs altogether, so I'm never again stuck in a tanning booth humming loudly and covering my ears and, quite possibly, scaring anyone within hearing distance because they're wondering why I'm humming a tune different than the one on the radio.

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Dude. When did Mel Gibson go batshit crazy?

I'm getting a little worried about this Sex and the City obsession. First of all, it's spreading. It started with Erica and I, and now it seems to have caught Steph, Nicole, Mary, and Jenny in its clutches. Someone save us! I'm a little afraid of what's going to happen once we run out of episodes. There are only so many, and there will NEVER be another new one.

This week seems like it's lasting forever. Probably because I know this weekend will be really fun (K-Jo and K-Po are visiting, how could that NOT be fun?), but also because spring break is oh so close. Next week is going to be miserable, I can already tell.

9 days. We've entered the single digits. Life is good.

I just watched another three hours of Sex and the City. It's really quite sad. I think I may have a problem. I'm afraid someone is going to walk into the apartment and I'll just be sitting there, staring blankly at yet another episode of Sex and the City, drooling and humming the theme song.

At least I'm not alone. I think Erica is more obsessed than I am. And it's kind of my fault. On Sunday I went over to their house with the idea of watching Old School, and then I saw that they had the Sex and the City DVDs, and since Erica had never seen them, I suggested we watch that. Whoops.

What happens, though, is that regular life things will happen and I'll find myself connecting it to something that happened on the show. This is not normal and must stop.

This is totally off the topic, but last night I had a dream that I was in Jurassic Park, but instead of dinosaurs running around there were giant bugs. What does that even mean?

It's 2:30 in the morning. Why aren't I asleep right now? Good question. Erica, Mary, and I stayed up watching Sex & the City and now I can't sleep. Of course, the fact that I didn't get up until 2 this afternoon probably isn't helping much either.

I think part of it is that I was able to escape reality for a good seven hours. I'm great at the denial, it's the facing the truth aspect I have a problem with. I don't what I'm referring to in particular, but it definately seems to be a general theme in my life.

What I do know, however, is that it is way past time for bed. So . . . goodnight.

I've been totally useless today. Here's what I have accomplished: ate lunch, went tanning . . . yeah, that's it. I don't know how it's after 5 already. I haven't even showered yet. That's pathetic. Oh, and I've only been up for three hours.

Last night we went out for Stiffie's birthday, and it was so random but really fun. We started at McMurray's (at 7:30) for a party and I'll leave the details out for my parent's sake. After that, we went to the Phi Psi party, but there were so many people there that it got annoying and we left. Then we went to Heidi and Holly's because they were having a party. After a while, we went to Station because Nancy and her mom were there, but we got there too late and they were already gone. So we decided to go to McMurray's again, even though they were closing in about half an hour. After they kicked us out, we went back to Heidi and Holly's and I'm not sure what we did besides just sit on the couch and laugh a lot.

Finally, we came home and watched West Side Story (Tony, Tony, Tony!) and I fell asleep on the couch. Ok, passed out. Same difference.

So there goes that weekend. Next weekend should be exciting, because Katie Jo is coming to visit. Yay! And then the next weekend is spring break. Yay times two!

What a difference a day makes. I'm in a much better mood than I was yesterday, even though I know I'll be faced with 8-15 demonic ADHD children tonight.

I just spent the most pointless 90 minutes in the library for class. We had our Senior Seminar class in the library today, where the librarian who looks like Yanni proceeded to tell us how to research our thesis papers. Now, one would think that by senior year we'd know how to find sources by ourselves, but apparently we needed a refresher.

I'd just like to point out that it's 53 degrees outside right now, the sun is out, and there's a pleasant but not overpowering breeze blowing. This is about as good as it gets in an Ohio February.

I'm so frustrated. There's stuff going on stemming from one incident, and everyone is acting weird around each other, and it's driving me nuts. Not only is it obviously bothering the people directly involved, but others who weren't even there are being affected. I want to cry. I just wish it would all blow over, because it really is kind of stupid and there's no reason it shouldn't all just go away. I'm just sitting here wishing life were more like TV, and problems were solved in 30 minutes and you'd know they were solved because special, tinkly, piano music would play in the background and everyone would hug.

Today was just a bad day, all around, and I'm glad it's almost over.

18 days til Spring Break! Yaaaaay!

I'm still sick, but I'm feeling a little more human than I did yesterday. Could be because I slept the majority of the day, which is always fun. I just went to Kroger and bought a bunch of drugs. Nicole made fun of me for buying so many, but I don't want to run the risk of being sick over Spring Break. That would so not be cool.

Also, I just put more oil in my car, after checking the oil, all by myself because the Check Oil light came on yesterday. This may not seem like an awesome feat to most people, but trust me, for me it is. Usually I wait at least a month after the Check Oil light comes on before remembering to mention it to Dad, or to check it myself (usually the former, while I'm home, so he checks it and then yells at me for not checking the oil every other time I get gas, just to be safe.) Although, if we're talking about doing car things in a timely fashion, DAD, I could mention that my headlight is still out, my gas tank still doesn't close, and the automatic door lock mechanism on the driver's side has been hanging out of the door since senior year of high school. Just kidding. Love ya, Dad!

Hopefully, one day I'll be married and my husband can take over all the car responsibilities. And, of course, cook all meals because me and cooking don't get along. And, you know, he'll have to clean the bathrooms, because I hate doing that. I'll help with laundry . . . sometimes. Unless it's the sheets, or towels, or socks, cause I hate folding those. Other than that, though, I'll totally help out.

Ugh. I feel like hell. I woke up this morning with a pounding headache, a sore throat, and the inability to breathe. Fun times. I spent pretty much the entire day in bed, which would have been nice if I hadn't been so drugged up. What really sucked is today is the day the seniors skipped meeting and met at Station. I was looking forward to it, but I pretty much slept right through it.

I went home yesterday for dinner. My parents had started painting the basement and the house smelled really bad. I took my sister to see the puppies at my aunt's house. I'd been meaning to get over there to see them. Her dog had 7 yellow labs. I saw them right after they were born, but they're not really that much fun at that time. Unfortunately, I took so long to get over there that there were only two puppies left, but they were still really cute. Nothing beats the Thanksgiving five years ago at this same aunt's house, when her dog had just had 11 black and chocolate labs. That's actually where we got our dog, Ripley.

I'm watching this Lifetime movie right now and it's so messed up, even for Lifetime. It's called She's Too Young or something like that, and it's about how all these high school freshmen girls have sex with all these people and a bunch of them get syphillis. Yeah. Because that happened at my high school.

Did you know Tulsa backwards spells "a slut?"

Deep Thoughts, by Jennie B.

I just gave myself a headache from crying. Nothing bad happened, I just watched Dead Poets Society. The last half of the movie was kind of blurry because I was crying so much. I actually had to pause the movie at the part where they all stand on their desks (this will make no sense unless you've seen the movie) so I could get more toilet paper (not tissues, because we're in college and can't afford fancy things like Kleenex).

Now I'm watching Sleepless in Seattle. I heart this movie. It's a classic. Also, the movie An Affair to Remember (great movie, highly recommend, by the way) plays a major part. I'm such a sap.

It's been a while since I've stayed in on a Friday night. I forgot how nice it was to just sit around and watch movies without worrying about how I should be doing homework.

Is it possible to be jealous of someone you've never met?

Just a thought, I don't really expect an answer.

Three weeks til we leave for Spring Break! I'm so excited, especially since it's only 25 degrees today. Right now 50 degrees would seem tropical, so I can't wait to Miami where, right now, it is 78 degrees. I wish I could get the temps for Cozumel, Grand Cayman, and Ocho Rios but I haven't figured out how to get out of country forecasts on Weatherbug. I'll just take a guess and say it's freaking warm there.

Tomorrow we're leaving at 7 AM to go see Nicole at Conference. I'm excited, even though I don't know much about swimming. Hopefully Stiffie will explain most of it, because when she and Nicole start talking about swimming sometimes I feel like their speaking a foreign language.

I can't believe tomorrow is Single Awareness Day. Heehee. I hope we're back from the swim meet with enough time to take a quick nap, shower, and get ready for Angela's Playa-Day Party. 314 Bill Edwards . . . be there.

Erin and I watched the ADHD kids again tonight. They were way more cracked out this time than they were last time, most likely because while last time we took them over to the church across the street, this time we were all cramped in this tiny little playroom. You can't put that many kids in one small room without there being serious consequences. Especially ADHD kids. Yikes.

One little boy, Austin, who was probably about 3, came up to me at one point and told me he had to go "pee poop." I tried really, really hard not to laugh, and I was almost successful. I don't think you're allowed to have kids until you can hear words like booger, poop, and weiner without giggling. Once when I was babysitting one of my cousins, he started cursing at the toys he was playing with and he caught me laughing at him. He, of course, interpreted this to mean he should keep saying cuss words. I, of course, kept laughing which caused him to keep cursing. It was a vicious cycle.

There's also this red-headed kid named Glen. Of course, the first night we watched the kids he told us his name was "Howard." Why? I have no idea. Wouldn't you think he'd of come up with a more creative fake name? At least the kid in Big Daddy named himself "Frankenstein."

Sometimes I wish I had a British accent.

John Mayer was delivered to my house a few days ago. Not the real John Mayer, unfortunately, but a poster of him playing the guitar. I heart it. I have it hanging on my door and so I can look at it while I'm doing homework or, you know, pretending to do homework so I can stare at John Mayer.

I really need to put gas in my car. I was praying that it would make it from home to school on Sunday. I could have easily stopped at one of the many gas stations I passed to fill up the tank, but I really wanted to get back to school to watch the Grammy's. That's sad, I know. But now I'm afraid that if it gets really cold again the little bit of gas left in my car will have frozen and then I'll be screwed.

Hi, Dad! Don't worry, I'm getting gas today. I take good care of my car, see? I even checked the oil the other day. And, you know, maybe when I go to the gas station I'll check the air in my tires with that nifty pressure gauge thingy you gave me.

Only 24 more days til Spring Break! I think I'm going to start tanning soon, so I don't look like a lobster after one day in the Caribbean sun. I love tanning, because for ten to 15 minutes I can pretend I'm lying on the beach somewhere warm and sunny. Of course, then the machine turns off and I have to reenter the cold, slushy world of Springfield, Ohio. Yee. Haw.

John Mayer was delivered to my house a few days ago. Not the real John Mayer, unfortunately, but a poster of him playing the guitar. I heart it. I have it hanging on my door and so I can look at it while I'm doing homework or, you know, pretending to do homework so I can stare at John Mayer.

I really need to put gas in my car. I was praying that it would make it from home to school on Sunday. I could have easily stopped at one of the many gas stations I passed to fill up the tank, but I really wanted to get back to school to watch the Grammy's. That's sad, I know. But now I'm afraid that if it gets really cold again the little bit of gas left in my car will have frozen and then I'll be screwed.

Hi, Dad! Don't worry, I'm getting gas today. I take good care of my car, see? I even checked the oil the other day. And, you know, maybe I'll check the air in my tires with that nifty pressure gauge thingy you gave me when I go get gas.

Only 24 more days til Spring Break! I think I'm going to start tanning soon, so I don't look like a lobster after one day in the Caribbean sun. I love tanning, because for ten to 15 minutes I can pretend I'm lying on the beach somewhere warm and sunny. Of course, then the machine turns off and I have to reenter the cold, slushy world of Springfield, Ohio. Yee. Haw.

You know what? Going to the bar for one drink never works. Never. Last night Kate, Erin, and I went to Station for one drink, ended up getting a pitcher of Skip-and-go (the first of many bad choices that evening), and finally found ourselves at McMurray's and racing crabs. How does this happen?

I have no idea, but it was fun. I won a free drink and an inner tube, so if it snows again I'm set for sledding. Last night was the first time I've ever won at crab races. I mean, on my birthday last year I played almost every race and didn't win, but I bitched and moaned so much that I should get something on my birthday that someone finally gave me a free t-shirt just to shut me up. I don't think that counts as winning, though.

On a side note, you really shouldn't try to learn how to play Mario Kart when you've been drinking. It's not gonna work, trust me.

I just got back from the student center (and complaining about my piece of shit computer) and I turned on my monitor, clicked on Internet Explorer and it opened. I don't know what's going on with my computer, and why it decides to work sometimes but not others, but I'd really appreciate if it would either work all the time or stop working all together (preferably the former) because I really think I might lapse into catatonic schizophrenia if I have to put up with all these "will it or won't it work" thoughts.

Sigh.

So, I'm writing this on one of the shitty computers in the student center, because my computer is being a bastard and not opening Internet Explorer. I don't know how to fix it, and I'm kind of afraid to take it to the solutions center because I don't want them to mess it up or erase my hard drive or something. This happened before break, but then when I came back Internet Explorer was magically working again. I don't know how it happened, I was just happy that it was working again. I guess I'm just hoping that it will magically fix itself and I won't have to worry about. Or maybe if I pretend it's OK it will be.

Denial is awesome.

It's Friday! I don't know what to do with myself. I have the next couple of hours free, I don't have an extreme amount of homework to do, and I'm not tired enough to take a nap.

I just got off the phone with my mom. We're now flying down to Miami instead of driving, so that's cool. I just hope everything goes smoothly. Cross your fingers!

It's 29 days until Spring Break. That's right. We're a month away from leaving cold, icy Ohio behind us for warm, sunny Florida. Is it March 5th yet? No, ok. How about now? Dammit.

So I was sitting at a traffic light today, waiting impatiently for the light to change, when the driver of the car in front of me opens her door and runs over to my car. Normally, I would be a little suspicious, lock my doors and stare straight ahead (not that this sort of thing happens normally, even in Springfield), but I recognized this girl from some of my classes. Anyway, she was braving the freezing rain and wind to tell me that my gas tank lid was open. Nice, right?

Well, yeah, but the thing is? I know my gas tank lid is open. What's that you say? My gas tank? The lid? It's open? Yeah. I KNOW.

I know people are just trying to be considerate, which is actually really nice since most strangers act like complete assholes to each other, but my gas tank lid is always open. It will close for a period of about two days, but then it's time to get more gas. See, I have to pull a lever inside the car to get the lid to open, and when I pull this lever it doesn't go back down for about a week. Or two. When it finally does go down, I can close the gas tank lid. Unfortunately, this usually happens when I have less than a quarter of a tank of gas so the unholy process soon begins again.

Once I was in a drive thru, waiting for my turn, when someone pounded on the window. I grabbed my pepper spray, but it was just the kid from the car behind me, telling me that my gas tank lid was open. Thanks kid. Get back in your damn car.

So, thank you for informing me that the lid is open. You're very kind. The fact that you would take time out of your busy schedule to tell me is a testimonial to the spectacular person you are. But I KNOW it's open. And there are only so many times I can say, "Thanks, but it won't close," without wanting to whip out a machete and do some serious damage to you and your car.

Why is everyone talking about this whole "wardrobe malfunction" during the halftime show yesterday? It's not like it's the first time people have ever seen Janet Jackson's boob.

I'm really tired. I mean . . . really. Tired. Really tired. I just got back from the Rocking Horse Center, but I didn't get to watch any ADHD kids today. Instead I had to help set up some new filing system. Talk about going from one extreme to the other. I think I prefer watching the kids, because at least they're exciting. The first week we did it, we played Mother, May I, Red Light Green Light, and Simon Says with the kids. It was awesome. And the funniest thing was when we were waiting for the parents to come get their kids. This little girl (Carrie) told us she was waiting for her mom to come out, and Erin said, "What about your dad?" And Carrie yells, "He's in jail!"

Yeah Springfield.

We found out later that a couple of the boys had blocked up the toilets with toilet paper in the boys bathroom. Don't ask me how we're supposed to stop this from happening again.

I can't sleep. I knew this would happen, mostly because I didn't get up until one this afternoon. Whoops. I tried to go to bed about an hour ago. The whole sleeping thing would probably be easier if I'd turn off the TV, but MTV is actually playing music videos for once.

Today was a good day, though. The part I was awake for, anyway. Nicole and I watched the Super Bowl, and we decided mixed drinks would make the game much more exciting. Then Alison came over, and when Stiffie came home we ordered that new four in one pizza thing from Pizza Hut, which is a HUGE ripoff. They make the pizza look ginormous, but it's so tiny. So don't buy it. Unless, of course, you like paying twelve dollars for a tiny pizza.

Also, the half time show? Sucked. It was so lame. And what the hell was Sean Puff Diddy Daddy Combs doing there? Why is he still famous?

Survivor: Allstars, though? AWESOME. I love that Richard was naked for most the episode. Rupert is still awesome. I was disappointed that Tina got voted off so quickly. I can't believe they won't give them food or water, though. I don't think they're gonna be happy until someone actually dies.

I guess I'll try this whole sleep thing again. Wish me luck!

It's one in the afternoon and I just got up. That is so very sad. So this means I probably won't be able to go to sleep tonight, and I'll wake up tomorrow all tired (or not at all) and my day will suck. Yay!

Last night I fell asleep with the TV on, and My Girl was playing, and when I woke up this morning the TV was of course still on, but the weird thing was that My Girl was on again (still?). I guess it's not that weird, but it felt really weird when I woke up. Actually, I'm not really sure this really happened because after I turned the TV off I went back to sleep, so I could have dreamed the whole thing. But I don't think I did. If I did, though, that was the most pointless story I've ever told.

And then I found five dollars.