Fall Break came and went … way too fast. The extra two days seemed to not make a dent in my schedule. I wish Fall Break were longer, or at least extended by another two days. Like I’ve said before, 36 hour days would not be a downfall for me, so long as my circadian rhythm was set to those hours, too.
While I was unable to go home for the weekend because I had work all day Friday and Monday morning, I did still allow myself some time to relax a little. I caught up on a couple of shows and even started watching the first season of a show I’d never watched before, Arrested Development. I think it’s pretty hilarious. I much refer it to reality TV, which is just too out there for me anymore. Old reality TV was entertaining in that you could say, “yeah, I might do that,” or that it was one of those things where you were legitimately happy it was the cast suffering these situations compared to you sitting on your couch with a sack of potato chips. Now, OctoMom and Bubble Boy and other superhero names are attributed to less-than-superhero-esque people (yes, I make up words, deal with it). It’s sad, and I’d prefer a little more reality and a little less crazy.
It is now officially slightly less than nine weeks before I am in Ulsan. It’s crazy to think about that. I am so excited that I can hardly wait. In fact, since the second half of a semester is usually more scrambled and hurried than the first, I would like to fast forward through finals until I can go home and see my family and then head to the airport.
Last night, Erin, Diane and I went to the comedy night at House of Bricks again. I may actually get up there and do something next time; it may not be funny, but I’m a girl, I can get away with it ;) The comedians were really pretty good this time. One guy had a joke about being in a dollar store and looking at the dollar pregnancy tests. Believe me people, they’re real; I’ve seen them. Honestly!? (side note: “!?” is an interrobang, which I found out last night; the grammar freak in me didn’t know that one) When the real deal costs you a good $8 or so (or at least they did when I worked at pharmacies), you might want to be a skeptic. This isn’t choosing between Charmin and generic; sure one may chafe and one doesn’t, but I think knowing if your eggo is preggo or not is a little more important. It’s like selling $1 Plan B, it’s just not a good idea. I don’t think I’d ever trust one of those, should I ever need to use one in the distant future. If people need a cheap pregnancy test, go to Planned Parenthood. Don’t play roulette with your uterus. … and that’s my public service announcement for today (another side note: I first typed “pubic service announcement” – Freudian slip, anyone?).
While I was unable to go home for the weekend because I had work all day Friday and Monday morning, I did still allow myself some time to relax a little. I caught up on a couple of shows and even started watching the first season of a show I’d never watched before, Arrested Development. I think it’s pretty hilarious. I much refer it to reality TV, which is just too out there for me anymore. Old reality TV was entertaining in that you could say, “yeah, I might do that,” or that it was one of those things where you were legitimately happy it was the cast suffering these situations compared to you sitting on your couch with a sack of potato chips. Now, OctoMom and Bubble Boy and other superhero names are attributed to less-than-superhero-esque people (yes, I make up words, deal with it). It’s sad, and I’d prefer a little more reality and a little less crazy.
It is now officially slightly less than nine weeks before I am in Ulsan. It’s crazy to think about that. I am so excited that I can hardly wait. In fact, since the second half of a semester is usually more scrambled and hurried than the first, I would like to fast forward through finals until I can go home and see my family and then head to the airport.
Last night, Erin, Diane and I went to the comedy night at House of Bricks again. I may actually get up there and do something next time; it may not be funny, but I’m a girl, I can get away with it ;) The comedians were really pretty good this time. One guy had a joke about being in a dollar store and looking at the dollar pregnancy tests. Believe me people, they’re real; I’ve seen them. Honestly!? (side note: “!?” is an interrobang, which I found out last night; the grammar freak in me didn’t know that one) When the real deal costs you a good $8 or so (or at least they did when I worked at pharmacies), you might want to be a skeptic. This isn’t choosing between Charmin and generic; sure one may chafe and one doesn’t, but I think knowing if your eggo is preggo or not is a little more important. It’s like selling $1 Plan B, it’s just not a good idea. I don’t think I’d ever trust one of those, should I ever need to use one in the distant future. If people need a cheap pregnancy test, go to Planned Parenthood. Don’t play roulette with your uterus. … and that’s my public service announcement for today (another side note: I first typed “pubic service announcement” – Freudian slip, anyone?).
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