Jeopardy!

I'm a fiend for Jeopardy!
No, seriously. It's the only reason weekends are depressing. Y'know, no Jeopardy! and all...

Here's something to make you LOL:

Rain, Rain, Go Away

When it started raining, I was actually grateful. I love rain at the appropriate time.
Now? Not so much. Seriously?



Forecast says it will be over after Thursday... but I don't believe in false hopes.

Picard

Suffice it to say, I forget to say everything I have to say when it comes time for the saying.
Yesterday was The Midterm. For the past two weeks I have been seriously sweating this midterm. It was in Modern Literary Theory and Criticism (or whatever that class is called). Last week I had a speech and a speech midterm, so I kinda put off writing the two essays that I had to turn in before the test until this weekend. As a matter of fact, I spent my Friday night studying... hardcore studying, and I was still doing so yesterday morning.
I went in to the exam and am a little disappointed in my performance.
First of all, I think I did okay on my critical terms section, where we had to identify 5 and write about each.
Secondly, was passage ID, and I picked out the five passages I knew best and wrote about four of them. The fifth was from Wordsworth's Preface to Lyrical Ballads, which I now know... but Dr. Lowe had just announced that we were over an hour in and I still had two essays to write, so I panicked, and since I had no idea what Wordsworth's body of work was, I had no choice but to identify Alexander Pope's An Essay on Criticism... which I got right, but I KNOW my explanation of the passage was wrong. And beyond that, I think I misstated Burke's book. Because the title was ridiculously long. And no, I won't tell you what it is, because I don't wanna look at it and see how wrong I am on the exam... I'm just trying to forget about it.
THEN, I ran out of time on the essay portion. They were each 3.5 pages, but only because of a lot of fast writing and bullshitting. I just say all this because it was the hardest exam I've taken in college so far (within my own subject area, at least) AND it gives some insight into why I was feeling however I was feeling.
I got out of the exam to a text message that said "Picard is gone gone"... Heath said he thought the kitty got out. Well, that sucks, and I started feeling bad about saying he is such a terrible kitty. I called Heath trying to offer hope as Heath is telling me that he left the door ajar last night and Sadie pushed it open and no more kitty after that. So, as I'm on the phone with Heath, Picard emerges from under the house, where he spent the night. Whew.

I'm glad he is home!!!








And, I have one more midterm this week... on Thursday (for which I am not well prepared) and I am so ready for a BREAK.

whew.


Anywho, that's all.

I keep thinking about all the clothes I have that I hate. I think I'm going to get a seasonal job in retail for the holidays. While that doesn't mean I will finally be able to check out the items in my "shopping bag" on Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth Avenue, Steve Madden, and Miz Mooz, it DOES mean that I can get discounts on winter clothes and earn a few extra bucks to squeeze through the Holiday season.

Maybe my friends will be grateful if I start posting all my fun links here instead of facebook... (But I don't wannnnnnnnna) lol

Check out these photos taken from the Star Wars set

Also facebook funny links:
www.lamebook.com
www.myparentsjoinedfacebook.com

and something that made me laugh super hard:

My cousin Jordan is starting his freshman year this coming August. He just got his roommate assignment and sent this over to me the other day. Check it out.

From collegehumor

Marc Quinn

I'm thinking I love this guy:
This was on some of my dailies today, but it turns out he started doing these in 1991. It is fascinating to me, though. Like, fascinating.
This is used making his own blood - he saves like four-and-a-half liters over a five month period and then freezes it.
Blood sculpture! Neat. Started doing some research and Marc Quinn has done some seriously badass things in the past. I'm hooked.




Thanks to Geekologie for the linky goodness.

Sir Floyd gets a bo-bo.

Floyd got scratched/cut my something, I've been calling him mutant kitty, because something his face looks like it is falling off. (He's also been called "Two-Face" and "Phantom of the Opera" - don't worry, he shares in my humor) Luckily, it's FINALLY starting to look better. I was going to take him to the vet this week if it didn't. But I feel like, only now, is it appropriate for me to show the pictures I took (NOT for yahoo answers =P)

sheesh.

I used to think I was so internet-savvy. I think that was when xanga was all the rage and I had managed to start making my own layouts so I also thought I was a pro on html. Ummm no. I've flopped back and forth from blogger to wordpress for a while, and really I just need to sit down and organize and start uploading pics and so on. I'm going to get there. Really, I am.
I have things to say and share. I know everyone cares what the Obers is up to these days. And the Floydster for that matter. sheesh.