Hello again to all my friends!(I learned that off of Barney yesterday..I mean when I was 6)
Well, I found out that my roommate is not the only one that reads this. I don't know if that is a good thing, but I figure you all still talk to me. You are my true friends:) I just asked Amanda what I should blog about and she said "anything". I don't know if I really want to blog about that though, so I thought I would just tell ya'll about my day.
November 29, 2007 0700
See I don't have an alarm clock at the moment, so I use a timer. Literally, I have to set it to how many hours it is before I wake up. It is rather depressing. I lay there staring at it, as if it is a bomb. It keeps me awake because all I can think about is how it is going down, and how I will have to get up. I used to like the sound of the timer. It meant the cookies were done, or the bread had risen. Now, it just means feeling like a zombie and scrummaging around looking for a pair of scrubs and stethescope.Praying that Jesus would return. I wish I was joking. Anyways, that was a major side note if there ever was one.
1300
What I wanted to talk about was what happened today in lab. See, we are now taking an Assessment class. I really like it, because it is hands on and practical. Today we were doing the urinary system. It is pretty sweet to listen to your insides. It brings joy to my life. Today me and Amanda got to lab early. I was lying in the bed waiting for her to start her assessment on me when our teacher came up to me. Sometimes she does illustrations on us so we can see how it is to be done. Today I was her guinea pig, which is fine. Unfortunatly, it involved listening to my stomach and asking me awkward questions. Actually, they are not so much awkward it is just really weird telling the whole class when my last bowel movement was. I honestly have no idea. It isn't like I have it written on my hand.:) Anyways, so she tells me I am going to be her guinea pig. I am lying there with all these people around me. It is like a movie when you open your eyes and there is people above you. Here's the thing, the boiler broke down in our classroom so it was flippin' cold. There I was lying there bundled up in blankets and trying to not freeze to death, yet my stomach had to be exposed to the world because she was listening to it. It was really unusual. Then she had to put her freezing cold hands on my abdomen, which basically made me tense up. I think I looked like a corpse. Cold, frozen and now tense. She tried to warm up her hands, but somehow trying to warm up hands in the Arctic does not work. Oh, and then the stethescope was really cold. I swear, I am going to carry around a little lighter to warm mine up when I go around listening to insides. Plus, she asked me all these weird things in front of my class. How am I supposed to remember what I had for breakfast yesterday, or what time I usually take a bowel movement? My waste excretion varies, depending on the day. You know what I mean?? It isn't like I have a time booked in my day planner to do that.1:00 GO TO THE WASHROOM! Anyways, that was probably not something you wanted to hear. Someday, if I am ever your nurse I will ask you that though. Be prepared. Write it down somewhere. Oh, and they might ask you what color your urine is.Here's my advice.Get paint chips and compare. Then when they ask you can say"sunlight yellow" or "pale banana peel". They will think you are brilliant!!! Guaranteed. Luckily, I made it through fine with only minor mental issues.
Well, that was my day in a nut shell. Showed off my belly to the world in the Arctic Tundra, figured out my bowel habits and gave a paint chip to my teacher.
I am so scared to go to bed and have a dream about my day. That would be a nightmare.Wake up screaming."PALE BANANA PEEL, DON'T HURT ME!!"
Ho man, that was an intense vent:) My last advice. Get your measles shot! Sweet Dreams, Jess
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Triple L...Library, Legs and Limping
I always pick the worse times to write on here. I have around a million things to do, and here I am blogging. Something funny happened to me today though. I must tell. It's going to be fun. It's going to be great. It's going to be more then you can take. Not really actually. I am just excited to have a story to write this time. Wanna hear it?? I'll take that as a yes!
Today I woke up with dread because I knew I would have to spend the day in the..wait for it....LIBRARY!!!! I can hear you gasping! K, that might be not a big deal to you, but it is for me. I don't know what it is about libraries, but I don't cope well in them. I know there are people that have studied with me in them, and swear never to again. I just want to laugh in them. It isn't even so much that I am not allowed to talk. I am okay with that, believe it or not. Just the atmosphere is so...I don't know. Whenever I am in them I want to be rebellious. Plus, the library here is on competion with West Ed for size. I always pray I dont get lost, because it would be a nightmare to get lost in the library. I wouldn't be able to scream for help. I would die a quiet dark death among the Bible Dictionaries and Commentaries.
Anyways, I went to the library and was trying really hard to sit in my cubicle with white walls. I feel like a horse with blinders. Stay focused! I was getting really frusterated because I couldn't figure out a stupid thesis sentence, and I just kept wanting to draw graffiti on the white walls. I never though, because I had nothing clever to write. Not that I would have anyways. ANYWAYS, as I was sitting there I felt one of my pant legs move. I was like"why is there a register underneath the desks?" I was so confused! I then came up with the brilliant idea to move my leg, so I did. Then guess what happened!! I felt it again. I then came up with another brilliant idea. I looked to see what it was. I am so smart!!! It was not a register, but a pair of feet!!! The guy in the cubicle across from me didn't know I was there and was majorly stretching out. I think he thought my leg was the table. My friend then came up and saw what had happened. I then started laughing, which probably made it more awkward for the poor guy, but I just couldn't help it. There I was sitting there in basically a fetal position, and he was sprawled out. It was funny!! I then got up because I was laughing, and my friend was trying to see who the guy was. It was great!!! He was trying to hide his face, but I knew. I just looked at him and smiled, and then went and had my laugh. Just to prove my point that libraries are awkward, no matter how innocent you are trying to be. I basically left after that, because I figured it was my sign to move on. Actually no, I went and put some cowboy boots on with SPURS!!Went back to the cubicle and did the same thing to him. I think I saw him limping as he went to check out his books. Maybe someday I tell him that I really didn't care all that much, I just pretend like I am angry in very extreme ways. For now though, I think I will just continue to open doors for him with a smile as he suffers through life on crutches.
Learning to Like Libraries, Jess
P.S. I hope you guys read the sarcasm in the last part of this. If not, I guess you will have to think that I am a crazy person that enjoys harming others. I think the only ones that think I would do something like that are my past cell mates. jk..
Today I woke up with dread because I knew I would have to spend the day in the..wait for it....LIBRARY!!!! I can hear you gasping! K, that might be not a big deal to you, but it is for me. I don't know what it is about libraries, but I don't cope well in them. I know there are people that have studied with me in them, and swear never to again. I just want to laugh in them. It isn't even so much that I am not allowed to talk. I am okay with that, believe it or not. Just the atmosphere is so...I don't know. Whenever I am in them I want to be rebellious. Plus, the library here is on competion with West Ed for size. I always pray I dont get lost, because it would be a nightmare to get lost in the library. I wouldn't be able to scream for help. I would die a quiet dark death among the Bible Dictionaries and Commentaries.
Anyways, I went to the library and was trying really hard to sit in my cubicle with white walls. I feel like a horse with blinders. Stay focused! I was getting really frusterated because I couldn't figure out a stupid thesis sentence, and I just kept wanting to draw graffiti on the white walls. I never though, because I had nothing clever to write. Not that I would have anyways. ANYWAYS, as I was sitting there I felt one of my pant legs move. I was like"why is there a register underneath the desks?" I was so confused! I then came up with the brilliant idea to move my leg, so I did. Then guess what happened!! I felt it again. I then came up with another brilliant idea. I looked to see what it was. I am so smart!!! It was not a register, but a pair of feet!!! The guy in the cubicle across from me didn't know I was there and was majorly stretching out. I think he thought my leg was the table. My friend then came up and saw what had happened. I then started laughing, which probably made it more awkward for the poor guy, but I just couldn't help it. There I was sitting there in basically a fetal position, and he was sprawled out. It was funny!! I then got up because I was laughing, and my friend was trying to see who the guy was. It was great!!! He was trying to hide his face, but I knew. I just looked at him and smiled, and then went and had my laugh. Just to prove my point that libraries are awkward, no matter how innocent you are trying to be. I basically left after that, because I figured it was my sign to move on. Actually no, I went and put some cowboy boots on with SPURS!!Went back to the cubicle and did the same thing to him. I think I saw him limping as he went to check out his books. Maybe someday I tell him that I really didn't care all that much, I just pretend like I am angry in very extreme ways. For now though, I think I will just continue to open doors for him with a smile as he suffers through life on crutches.
Learning to Like Libraries, Jess
P.S. I hope you guys read the sarcasm in the last part of this. If not, I guess you will have to think that I am a crazy person that enjoys harming others. I think the only ones that think I would do something like that are my past cell mates. jk..
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Weirdness+Funniness= Good Times!!
Hello out there!!!!
I don't know why I come on here when I have nothing in particular to write. I just get the urge to vent, and somehow doing it to a lifeless, square piece of machinery seems fun. I have just been thinking lately how weird life is. Do you ever think that? (k, just so you all know I am not talking to the computer. I am hoping one innocent soul reads this, so I dont feel like a loser:)
For example, last night I had this really weird dream. Actually, I do not even know if it was a dream, but I was lying in bed hitting myself because I thought there was bugs crawling on me.It sounds funny now, but at the time I seriously thought Pharoah wasn't letting God's people leave Egypt and it was another plague. I didn't even feel weird at the time hitting myself. It felt like the right thing to do. Looking back now, I see how weird that is. I woke up with bruises.aka.hematomas on my arm. Totally off topic, but I have an uncle who bites his wife in the arm in his sleep. Now THAT is weird. Can you imagine waking up to that
Example #2 of awkward weirdness
I went home this week, which was really amazing. Family is grand!!! Anywhoo, my mom babysits these 3 little kids and they are super cute. I always have to talk to them on the phone and it is really funny. You know when you talk to little kids on the phone and the conversation is kind of funny? Well, I was talking away to Cody asking him about playing toys and little kid stuff when all of the sudden he is like"Jess, wanna talk to my finger puppet?" What was I supposed to say? So I was like"okay!!"So here I am on the phone with this finger puppet. It was awkward, but funny. I was like"hi, Cody's finger puppet, how are you?" Yeah, then Cody would come back on and be like" Jess, are you talking to it?" And I would be like"yes Cody, I am."Then I had to continue talking to this thing for a few minutes. The funny thing is the phone is directly in the hall in my dorm. Everyone heard me. lol...I am hard up for friends, so I talk to finger puppets. You are probably wondering why I told that story. I am too. Just to prove my point that life is weird and humourous.
Example #3 of a cool weirdness
My great grandma lives at my house, and she is really great. She is 86 years old, but man she cracks me up.She is still really smart, just her body is fading. For example, the other day I took her to the chiropractor in our town. We were just paying and leaving, when all the sudden she decides she wants to dance. I am not kidding. So we were in this office, and she starts using her walker as support and starts to dance towards me and the door. There were definitley people watching us, and I was like trying not to burst out laughing. I was just praying she wouldn't ask me to dance with her. I am far from a good dancer. Part of that might be because my last name is Friesen. Who knows? O well, it was funny. The next day she said she was sore and wanted me to rub heating cream on her arm. As I generously put cream on her achiness, I wanted to tell her to stretch next time if she was going to be all crazy in public:) She is great! This is the same grandma who has already given me a wedding gift, and who was watching a show about marriage the other day and told me to go watch it. Talk about giving hints.hola. I hope I am like her when I am old though. Weird and fun at the same time. I don't plan on busting out the moves in a public place though. That is a bit extreme for me:)
Well, I know there are many more weird things that happen in life, but I thing I better shutter down. I am losing brain juice, so I better quit before I regret writing something I did weird. Blogs are great that way though. You can write whatever, and it is okay because it is a blog:) Well, to a degree. I would never write in a blog about how I walked around a campground pretending I was from another country aka trying to pretend to speak another language.But sounding like a moron. (I dont even look chinese!!What was I thinking?? Poor people cooking s'mores over there fires and hearing us.(k, I did it one time, but I was way younger.)
Weird is good:) Jess
I don't know why I come on here when I have nothing in particular to write. I just get the urge to vent, and somehow doing it to a lifeless, square piece of machinery seems fun. I have just been thinking lately how weird life is. Do you ever think that? (k, just so you all know I am not talking to the computer. I am hoping one innocent soul reads this, so I dont feel like a loser:)
For example, last night I had this really weird dream. Actually, I do not even know if it was a dream, but I was lying in bed hitting myself because I thought there was bugs crawling on me.It sounds funny now, but at the time I seriously thought Pharoah wasn't letting God's people leave Egypt and it was another plague. I didn't even feel weird at the time hitting myself. It felt like the right thing to do. Looking back now, I see how weird that is. I woke up with bruises.aka.hematomas on my arm. Totally off topic, but I have an uncle who bites his wife in the arm in his sleep. Now THAT is weird. Can you imagine waking up to that
Example #2 of awkward weirdness
I went home this week, which was really amazing. Family is grand!!! Anywhoo, my mom babysits these 3 little kids and they are super cute. I always have to talk to them on the phone and it is really funny. You know when you talk to little kids on the phone and the conversation is kind of funny? Well, I was talking away to Cody asking him about playing toys and little kid stuff when all of the sudden he is like"Jess, wanna talk to my finger puppet?" What was I supposed to say? So I was like"okay!!"So here I am on the phone with this finger puppet. It was awkward, but funny. I was like"hi, Cody's finger puppet, how are you?" Yeah, then Cody would come back on and be like" Jess, are you talking to it?" And I would be like"yes Cody, I am."Then I had to continue talking to this thing for a few minutes. The funny thing is the phone is directly in the hall in my dorm. Everyone heard me. lol...I am hard up for friends, so I talk to finger puppets. You are probably wondering why I told that story. I am too. Just to prove my point that life is weird and humourous.
Example #3 of a cool weirdness
My great grandma lives at my house, and she is really great. She is 86 years old, but man she cracks me up.She is still really smart, just her body is fading. For example, the other day I took her to the chiropractor in our town. We were just paying and leaving, when all the sudden she decides she wants to dance. I am not kidding. So we were in this office, and she starts using her walker as support and starts to dance towards me and the door. There were definitley people watching us, and I was like trying not to burst out laughing. I was just praying she wouldn't ask me to dance with her. I am far from a good dancer. Part of that might be because my last name is Friesen. Who knows? O well, it was funny. The next day she said she was sore and wanted me to rub heating cream on her arm. As I generously put cream on her achiness, I wanted to tell her to stretch next time if she was going to be all crazy in public:) She is great! This is the same grandma who has already given me a wedding gift, and who was watching a show about marriage the other day and told me to go watch it. Talk about giving hints.hola. I hope I am like her when I am old though. Weird and fun at the same time. I don't plan on busting out the moves in a public place though. That is a bit extreme for me:)
Well, I know there are many more weird things that happen in life, but I thing I better shutter down. I am losing brain juice, so I better quit before I regret writing something I did weird. Blogs are great that way though. You can write whatever, and it is okay because it is a blog:) Well, to a degree. I would never write in a blog about how I walked around a campground pretending I was from another country aka trying to pretend to speak another language.But sounding like a moron. (I dont even look chinese!!What was I thinking?? Poor people cooking s'mores over there fires and hearing us.(k, I did it one time, but I was way younger.)
Weird is good:) Jess
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