Just a little update...

So it's the 27th of April. Uh in the past 5 days I have ridden my brand new birthday bicycle a total of 78 miles. My ass hurts. This triathlon better be worth the pain. Sadly though, I'm not in it to win it. I'm in it to finish it...without dying.

This semester is finally over! YAY! Hopefully I'll be able to pull another spot on the Dean's List. Cross your fingers! I kinda sorta did badly on my Reading final (and no it's not because I'm illiterate). It was ultimately the hardest final I have ever taken. 50 of Dr. Sandefur's questions are like 600 of any other professor's questions. I'd rather be given an enema by a gorilla than to experience that final again. However, i probably won't be able to escape her again so my fate is sealed. Where's the enema? Now don't get me wrong, Dr. Sandefur is probably one of the best teacher's I've ever had. JUST PLAIN HARD that's all.

Uh so yesterday was pretty much a tragic day overall. I had my TEP interview which I feel completely confident about. Once again cross your fingers that I get accepted because otherwise...i might as well change my major...AGAIN. Like I mentioned above I took my reading final and made a 75 on it (and that's with a cheat sheet that she let us have). But then the ultimate kicker...I picked the boys up from school, took them to karate, and then back to their house. The little one walks downstairs and comes running back up screaming for me to come downstairs. I calmly walk down the stairs and into his bedroom in which his parakeet USED to LIVE (the kid only had the bird for 2 weeks). Yes my friends, we had a dead parakeet on our hands. Stone cold hard as a freaking rock DEAD. Do any of you know how much I hate birds?? IDK, maybe the attack of the seagulls on the freaking pier did me in. Who knows? Anyways, the brave babysitter that I am went back upstairs into the kitchen got two Ziplock bags, some paper towels, and head back downstairs. I open up the cage, grab Emily the deceased (RIP), and double bag that thing all the while praying that I don't mysteriously contract the Avian Flu. The little one didn't find it funny. Mainly because he has no idea what the bird flu even is. So ultimately, i was cracking myself up. GO FIGURE!

but anyways enough about tragic life here in the "Chizzle Chatt" as my dear friends Roger and KG call it. Or maybe it's just Roger. I don't know. Whatever. Vivian called me not to long ago to see if she could work my hours today (along with hers). I handed them right over. Not because I wanted to but because I could use the time to study for Praxis II in which I'm taking tomorrow. Cross your fingers YET AGAIN. Or don't, whatever. It's just $200 worth of tests! And that's only 2 of the 4 I have to take. SHEESH. But anyways, Viv needs the hours because both her daughters are going to prom this year. YIKES. Let's just calculate: that's dresses, hair, shoes, mani's, pedi's, and make-up X2...Yeah, I'll let her take my measly three hours. Whatever helps the cause.

And finally here are some things that I have taken away from this past semester (for those who actually care):

1. Never invite 400 people over Facebook to your b-day party...they will all show up and then some!
2. SNL's dick in a box skit got me through this semester.
3. If you leave a box of Cheezits on the eye of the stove they will eventually burst into flames as KG and I learned.
4. All people have stupid moments...including myself.
5. People in Prague at KFC don't understand English. Don't ask why we were there…it's a long story.
6. Heartbreak is just a frame of mind...kind of like the weather.
7. The only way to procrastinate...Myspace surveys.

So here's hoping every last one of you has had a decent semester. You are all just one more step to being closer to the real world. And for those of you who are already in the real world. We'll that just plain sucks!