Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian

My Thanksgiving was oddly stressful. Nevertheless filled with good food and drinks, laughter and interesting conversations...never thought my dad and Grandma would both be in on a conversation of which celebrities they find most attractive...or that I would stay and listen to such strangeness. Odd.

I gave my second of 2 presentations for Prejudice and Stereotyping today. I think I did the best out of my group of four. Yup, pretty proud of myself for doing better than the girl the professor had to ask to wrap it up three times, the guy who read directly from his notes, and the other guy who could not pronouce the words inhibition or ideology to save his life but somehow found these words coming up in every other sentence he attempted. I hate this class. Next class we get to expand more on the opinion my professor left us with at the end of class: that, for example. black people cannot be racist towards white people because white people have more power than black people; therefore white people's prejudicial feelings are racist because they believe black people are inferior to white people, whereas black people's prejudicial feelings simply display disliking. Meaning racism and sexism are based on whether the group has power. I need this semester to be over.

Cause it's some hot cookin' that's going on tonight

Some of my friends made a Thanksgiving dinner last night. Because I couldn't come, my friend Jordan just dropped off some turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie for me at work. Bueeeeeno.

Something inside you is feelin like I do

"Alright, $2.64 is your change. Have a nice day."
"Thanks"...lingers at the bar, looking around.
"Iiis there something else I can get for you?"
"no, it's fine."
"Ok"
"What's your name?"
"Jenna"...

..."Is there something I can get you?"
"no, no, I'm fine."

I'm not having fun at work.

Good morning little schoolgirl

I am fairly certain that I am visiting Grace in the Philippines over spring break...all I need is to find some companionship for the 24 hour travel times...any takers?

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

Sunday
I woke up at 8am this morning. I woke up at 8am because I needed to be in my psychology research lab at 9:15 for a visitation, followed by another visitation, followed by Aiesec Taste of Madison (dinner & a movie version) and round out my night trying to finish the massive amounts of homework I have piled up.
So, I get up at 8am this morning and after checking my email for awhile and just dawdling around, I decide to make a fruit smoothie. I grab my frozen blueberries, I grab my frozen strawberries, but something's wrong. I no longer have frozen blueberries, I no longer have frozen strawberries. In my hands hang two heavy plastic bags, filled with berries and juice, THAWED berries and juice. Already panicking, I whip open the freezer door and feel around, hands touching half-thawed pieces of chicken, still frozen tamales, completely thawed vegie burgers. In the next 15 minutes I am calling my landlord, sprinting around my house, filling plastic bags with the entire contents of my fridge, attempting to tie plastic bags in ways that prevent Adam from eating my food without ripping the bag, shoving all of them into the boys' fridge and freezer, and making that fruit smoothie.
The day does not continue well...
Monday
I get a new fridge today...according to my landlord...so maybe.

Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless

I am a walking warning of why you should never go grocery shopping when you are hungry...I especially should never do it. When you find yourself strolling the aisles of the newly opened Trader Joe's and your mind fills with a densely chocolate infused inhalation, wooing you into a cocoa coma, hand reaching out for dark chocolate covered espresso beans suddenly interrupted by your mind screaming "LEAVE NOW! GET OUT! GET BREAD AND GET OUT! WHILE YOU STILL HAVE MONEY IN THE BANK AND ROOM IN YOUR FRIDGE, RUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!" it's time to replenish your blood sugar and take stock of what you really need and will be able to eat before it spoils.

My car sits in the back of our house. My car sits under a tree. My car does not get removed from beneath the tree quite so often. Apparently the tree believes my car to be a fine target on which to poop. The guys at the carwash stood with jaws at their knees, eyes bugged out, before bursting into laughter and giggling in spanish accented english, "This is worst I ever see," when I was out of eyesight. Ahhhh sometimes humility can be hilarious.

At worst I feel bad for a while

Voted today.

Making a playlist at work has made me realize that my taste in music borders insanity. Going from Reel Big Fish to Joni Mitchell to Bob Marley to Lily Allen to Sublime to Regina Spektor...Petty rounds them out though.

I think I may be getting sick. Been feeling a bit nauseous as of late. There is zucchini soup in my fridge that goes fantastically with feta cheese and needs to be eaten. The thought of it and other eats makes me want to vomit...don't know why. Could hardly get down my eggs this morning. Upsetting.

It's such a cryin' shame

I should have written it on something more common...