I only blog when I am trying to distract myself.

Like right now. Those are basically the words that Glo just said to me, and it is true.
I keep checking blogger like people will magically update because I want something to read.
They don't.
It's sad.


Things I would rather do than work on this final...

And keep in mind that this final is all that is standing between me and the summer.
1. Walk on hot coals.
2. Write five other papers about better topics.
3. Eat whatever they make people eat on Fear Factor these days.
4. Contemplate extensively whether or not they even still have Fear Factor and then look it up online.
5. Baby-sit a prospective student that hates me.
6. Talk to the girl that had me as a prospective student. She hated me.
7. Start learning French. (For those of you who don't know, I hate French. I chose German because I can actually pronounce it.)
8. Pack. I hate packing.
So, basically, there are a myriad of things i would rather do than this final. Is it the final or the prospect of summer I am staving off? You decide. I already know the answer.

Sometimes, pink is better...

So, I have pink eye. I was diagnosed yesterday, and it got me to thinking about things that are better when they are pink and things that are not better when pink. Here is the list so far:

Better: Steak. At least, I like my steak rare. Some people don't. So, conversely
Worse: Steak. For those that like their meat burnt.

Better: Cheeks. Rosy cheeks are seen as prettier or healthier or whatever. But, conversely
Worse: Cheeks. You could be flushed because you are sick. Not good.

Better: Strawberries. Okay, they are red, but still.
Worse: Bruises/welts. If they are pink, it means you just got it and it hurts a lot.

There will most likely be more to come, unless I get distracted as tends to happen.
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Top ten reasons I love the Knox German Club/Department

I am just going to ride on Tasha's coattails a little bit. I was thinking about this last night, and I came up with ten of the most awesome things about German Club.
1) The People. All of us get done what we say we will. We all have a good attitude about everything.
2) No Drama. This kind of goes along with the people, but it deserves its own little place in the world. German Club people don't freak out and act like it is the end of the world if something goes wrong. No one makes more trouble that there actually is. It is so amazingly nice.
3) Sonja #1. One of the best professors ever. Enough said.
4) Sonja #2. She explains German grammar to me until I understand it. That is not an easy task. She deserves some kind of international award for her patience.
5) tea and cookies. Yumm.
6) We speak German. Sometimes. A lot of times. And I don't have to feel as hesitant about it when I am with German Club
7) T-shirts. We have some kick ass German t-shirts.
8) It is educational. Okay, so I am a nerd at heart. And I love that German Club is also a place where I can learn about German culture and stuff. It makes it so much more interesting.
9) Tuesdays suck, except for German Club. Which is true. Think about it: Tuesdays exist before the week is half-over and yet right after the weekend so you still aren't quite back in the swing of things from your two day break. Tuesdays are cruel. But then, there is German Club, and all is right with the World.
And last, but not least: 10) We have an amazing Exec board.

I really do suck at making long entries...

on a regular basis. However, twitter has proven to hold its own in my daily life. Go figure.
On a related note (related to what, I'm not sure. It could be my failing in the internet domain or twitter controlling my life), I have decided that I no longer like people and will from now on generalize them in a fun way on my blog.

#1: THAT person in front of you in line.
They tell their entire life story while all you want to do is purchase your cheetos and get out of Hyvee. I don't care that there were FIVE mice in your basement and that is why you are buying the variety of kinds of traps and baits to catch them all.
Also, they speak so loudly that it impedes conversation you want to have with the person next to you. Heaven forbid I have to talk to my mom about whatever I want to talk to her about. I have to hear about what you got for your anniversary, which has nothing to do with the mouse traps you are purchasing.