Natural Sceptre

Well, I guess since I’m not REALLY studying right now, I might as well update my website. 

 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!  What a day.  We woke up, went to classes- all went pretty well.  I got some studying done for the BIG TEST this morning, ran home for lunch, and then went back for our 2 o’clock.  We arrived in our usual parking lot near campus, and then…just as John put my car into park, I realised: we were supposed to bring separate cars.  It’s WEDNESDAY.  I have two more classes starting at 4, and John has to be at work at 5…and yeah.  We forgot a car.  We sat there contemplating, and then I realised I had NEVER not ONCE skipped my film class- and I didn’t in any way want to attend my last class, ever again.  So after our class together, I just headed home.

When John left for work, my little bro and I ran out to get a burger and a surprise for John for Halloween!!  (I’ll tell what it is once I give it to him) I then ran out to get some foodstuffs for a trial run on a casserole that I’m making for a woman in the ward tomorrow.  I got a phone-call last night while I was studying, and really, I rather speak in church than make a meal for someone.  It’s not that I don’t want to help- it’s that I CAN’T cook.

Anyway, after a trip to the store to buy things like “dry onion something or other” and “celery salt” and DRY milk (ew), I came home to watch a movie with the little bro.  In celebration of All Hallows Eve we decided to watch a movie from our past, “Cursed.”  It about a brother and sister who turn into werewolves together.  We promised, long ago, that if one of us became some sort of monster of the night, we’d do it together.  So we settled in to watch our movie of choice and have a little candy, and all of a sudden,

THE DOORBELL RANG!  (Yes, we have a doorbell!) Five happy children hopped down the stairs and said, “TRICK OR TREAT!”  I was so surprised, I hardly even savored the moment.  I took a quick look at their costumes and told them to take more candy- and then they were gone.  It was quick, but they came!  They remembered the new people next door, and came back here EVEN THOUGH we have a freaky basement door and no light.  Good neighbors.  I love Halloween.  I’m glad I was home for it tonight. 

(Oh yeah, I wrote my professor an email and told him I had car trouble.  I DID.  Ok, it’s a stretch.)

After the movie I started putting my casserole together.  Lotsa mixing, losta chicken, lotsa everything.  I finally put it in the oven and had to clean a load of dishes…and then just waited.  It got a little smokey, and I just thought to myself “maybe there’s just stuff in the bottom of the oven.”  The timer went off, I took out my chicken, soup, broccoli concoction, and it looked relatively good!  Let my plate sit for a bit, added some salt and pepper, and took a bite.  Crunch.  Disaster.  Not only was the rice as hard as could be, but I also immediately got hiccups.  How did THAT happen?  So, my house is full of smoke, my casserole is horrible, and I have pukey hiccups- PLUS 14 more chapters of a religiously-oriented physical science book to memorize before Friday.  Interesting predicament.  I added some more water to the casserole dish, put it back in the oven, fished a fan out of the bedroom to try and “waft” the smoke out of the open window, and ate a huge spoonful of peanut butter to get rid of my hiccups.  (It worked.)  I eventually just turned the stove off.

I have no idea what I will bring this woman and her family for dinner tomorrow.  No idea.

So now I have 5 minutes until my favorite husband comes home and I can give him his Halloween present- and do some more last minute studying before heading to bed.  Work tomorrow- then…more studying.  I’m almost wondering if I should just go in and take this thing tomorrow.  PRAY that I do well.  PRAY. I have no idea what to study, no clue.  Little freaked out, not gonna lie.

Oh yeah!  And I got a fun package from my Mom today!  Halloween T-shirts (that say Got Candy), some candy (so we can answer, ‘yes’) and various other odds and ends.  It came right on time!!  I also got the legal papers with my family’s name change on them (we changed our last name when I was about 4 or 5 years old from Johansen to Swigart, long story) and the certificate from when my family was sealed in the Washinton D.C. temple.  The churches records were kind of messed up because of the name change (threw them off) and so she sent both me AND Jonathan copies of everything. I explained to Jonathan what they were, and he said, “WHAT?  What happened?”  Revealing that he knows nothing about our family history.   He was a baby (or not born) when most of these things happened…but it’s still funny.  I think we all just assumed he knew stuff.  Haha… He’s a funny kid.

With regard to this morning, I think I’ll have to go with what John said as we got into the car on the way home from classes.  “It’s been a good morning.”  We woke up, got ourselves together, and came to campus.  I went to my William James class, and only half-paid attention while I went over some final things in preparation for my Film test.  After class, John was waiting outside my class and I walked him to his class- then went to the testing center to see how I fared.  Turned out, pretty well.   I actually read all the material over the weekend, and felt pretty prepared.  I wish I hadn’t taken so much time in preparation, but I guess I could avoid that by starting further in advance next time.  We’ll see how that goes.  I then stopped by the office for physical science to ask a couple of questions about when and how to take the test to get out of the class.  The TA’s in the office just stared at me blankly.  “You can’t do that anymore.  That was only the first week of class.”  I said, “Yes, I can.”  One TA said, “I really don’t think you can.”  I said, “The head of your department told me to take it this week.” More blank staring.  I asked, “Do I take it in here, and how long does it take?”  He then asked, “Can you explain your situation to me?”  I said, “I’m going to the department chair’s office.”  And that’s where I went, where I informed her that her TA’s were somewhat useless.  She laughed.  So- I will take the test IN the testing center on Friday morning.  Pray for me. I’m going to do the work, but I’m looking for a little Divine Help in fulfilling this requirement so that I can move on with my life.  I have a contingency plan…but it’s a contingency plan that involves $400.  So yes, from now until Friday morning, I will be concentrating on learning at least 75% of a physical science text book.

Now I’m sitting in John and my JOINT science class- and it’s making me grumpy.  That’s all I’ve got to say.

The weekend was nice.  Friday night I cleaned, worked out, and did some homework while waiting for John to get home.  When he got home after work we ran to Wal*Mart for things we deemed “necessities,” which, looking back, I can’t remember what they were.  I remember hair dye (I am now a bonafide brunette) and a colander…and some picture frames…and that’s about it.  When we got home it was pretty late, and so that was date night.  Saturday we woke up and started work on moving the office around.  I’m really happy with how it turned out. My desk is at the back of the room, John ‘s against the west wall, and the bed against the wall that borders the living room.  Now, when you look in there from the living room- it looks like an office and not a bedroom, b/c the bed is almost out of sight.  At very least, it is no longer the center point of the room.  John must like it a little better, because he retreated in there a few different times yesterday- and started calling it things like his “secret hideout,” and his, “secret den.”  I think it’ll be a more work-friendly space.  In a smaller/smallish house, it’s important to me to have functioning space…and not just a junk room. 

After that, we went to Bed Bath and Beyond, where we got MORE picture frames and some new, huge black towels.  (Compliments of another gift card arriving in the mail, sweet).   Yes.  John likes black towels.  And I support him 100%.  We ended up hanging quite a lot of pictures, too.  My Mom sent me a picture of her and my Auntie Paulette on her wedding day, and a copy of one of my and Auntie on mine- she was my maid of honor, and my Mom’s, too.  The problem with framing the pictures was that they were both different orientation…and so I had to get a 8×10 frame and fill in the extra space.  Let’s just say, I’m not the most creative girl- but in wondering what I should put down behind the pictures to make it pretty and block out the picture of some random couple in Rome that came in the frame….I took a couple of wedding cards we got and put them under the sheer part of one of our invitations.  I used two cards that I loved just because of their color schemes, and b/c they seemed to match my dress, one from one of my Mom’s friends from MA and one from someone from church.  The one from my Mom’s friends has a beautiful gold, embroidered flower that fills the top right half of the frame perfectly.  The effect was really pretty- and now I’ have the pictures prettily preserved and hanging on the wall.  We also framed the maps John bought WEEKS ago- putting the one he got me of England in the front room (or, on the wall you face when sitting on the couch) and the US ones in other spots in the living room and office.  I love maps. 

We’re planning on framing another card that we got from John’s friends in New Hampshire- the CUTEST little blue car with ‘just married’ written on the license plate.  I’m just waiting to get my wedding pictures back from the photographer (I just got done choosing them a little while ago) and then I’ll put the blue car card with the picture of John and I jumping in my little car of the EXACT SAME COLOR and driving away from the Springville Museum of Art.  It’s perfect!

Hmmmm.  Trying to remember the rest of the weekend.  Oh yes, the miracle of Saturday evening.  I asked John a question I ask him pretty regularly, “What would you like to eat for dinner?” and waiting for his normal response, “Not sure.  Not really hungry.  Probably just need food.”  However, he threw me for a LOOP.  He said, “I want pizza, with pepperoni, and green peppers.”  And out we went- finding the gluten-free pizza dough mix was a little difficult, but once he decided he was actually hungry for something, I knew we needed to find it.   We ended up finding a brand of GF dough that was AMAZING.  I can’t even tell the difference, and we can use it for French bread too.  Three days later, it still tastes good, too.  I was half expecting him to get sick, b/c it just tasted too good.  But no, it’s just well made.  Here’s the thing, I decided to test my luck AGAIN and ask him what he wanted for dinner tonight…and he said, chicken.  With red peppers.   And little trees.   And then I said, “How about roast potatoes, and green beans?”  And he said, “That sounds good.”  I mean wow- it’s like, real food.  I’m just writing it so that our mothers will be proud.

Sunday was good- I started my new calling at church- teaching the 8 and 9 year olds.  They’re funny, and I was happy to find out that they’re all pretty good readers and have interesting little personalities.  I was almost startled to find out that these little people were actually interesting.  I’m really out of touch with children.  It’ll be fun to get to know them and figure out how to teach them.  It made church a little more interesting- even though poor John was left alone during Sunday school.  But we’re independent people, we can handle it.   Last night was more reading for Film, I helped our upstairs neighbor with her philosophy exam…and watched Rear Window with John.  I like Hitchcock, but I have to be in the mood for it.  And after three days of reading about why he is an American God of film, I decided I should see something before the exam.

This week has started out well.  I feel like I’m heading (successfully) toward the end of my LONG and DRAWN OUT undergraduate career.   I feel like I am on steady ground at the moment.  I also know, if I’m not careful, I could be on very shaky ground by next week.  So it’s time for some hard work, and some boring studying…so that I can achieve my newest form of the Grad-school goal: Get into Westminster College, and see about starting a program in Professional Communications either this January or in September.  Yay for goals that give me something to strive for, a reason for going to class and trying to get good grades.  I feel like I have new energy for it all, which I desperately needed.  Tis a good thing.  Westminster is in no way my long term goal, my big finale with regard to education.  But what it DOES represent to me (and may actually provide) is a way to gain skills in technical writing, web design and editing that will qualify me for jobs that are interesting and ways for me to use my strengths to make some moola, allowing John and I to continue along in school.   When getting jobs, people want either education or experience, better if you’ve got both.  This accounts for the reason that John makes more money walking through the front door of his office building than I make spending a morning at my own job.  Not bad- just shows my own need to get some specialized skills- and this opportunity to do it in a field I enjoy is EXCITNG to me. 

Speaking of work: We’ve just about finished the draft.  My task for tomorrow is to literally move files around, do some last minute run-throughs, and attend a meeting with regard to the next steps we need to take.  It’s crazy, we’ve written the first draft of a book.  We’ve got SO much work left ahead of us- but I think from this point forward it’ll be mainly creative, instead of trying to make sure conceptually, we’re in the right ball-park.  On Thursday when I finished up work on the Conclusion, it FELT big.  It felt very big, and I was proud.

Tonight will be making dinner, doing some laundry (towels) and studying.  Du Du Dummmmm.  Wish me luck.

It’s Friday night!  Anyone who knows me knows what that means.

CLEANING night!  Wo-ho!  But I’m already done with it, and I got through a LOT of stuff tonight…so I’m pretty happy.  Tonight was walls and windows night.  Which means that on top of regular cleaning- I also washed the windows and vacuumed dust and spider webs off the walls and ceiling.  I’m happy to announce that our spider population has gone down considerably.  John bought some spray which I took outside last week and sprayed around our windows…and this time around I hardly had to suck up anything!

We also have this tiny little vacuum that I use to clean the couches and the entryway steps, and well…it kind of blew up on me tonight.  We’ve had it since we got married, and I hadn’t emptied it yet because, well, I suck up bugs with it.  And I didn’t want to deal with that.  I am a logical girl, I understand how things work…but I somehow believed deep down inside that just MAYBE, because I REALLY WANTED IT TO, that the vacuum would just magically rid itself of all the little bug carcasses I’ve amassed throughout my marriage.  But no.  There was a little explosion.  What can you do.  Live, learn.  Vacuum again. 

Today was good.  We slept in again!  (Must be the end of the semester or something) and then went to class.  Class was, well, you can read John’s account of how class would.  It’s two hours, during which I fluctuate from extreme boredom to annoyance, gagging and or dry heaving, utter frustration, and then back to boredom again.  It’s awful.  I’m leaving it at that.

In other news, I’m checking out a new grad school option, Westminster College in SLC.  I really like the communications program, it would allow me to create my own empahsis- meaning that I could do editing and publishing AND web design.  Which would be AWESOME.  Very very awesome.   

This weekend will probably be all about studying, again…we had some plans to head up to Salt Lake and check some stuff out, but I think we’re actually going to hang around the house, do some shopping that we need to get done, and prepare for my super important exams this week.  I might even take one of them tomorrow.  We’ll see how it goes!

Well, I am off.  I don’t feel DONE…so that may result in a weekend post or two as I remember what it was I wanted to say today.  But I need to get to a workout and some studying before the evening runs away from me!

me: I need to put the pedal to the metal!  Whatever that means.

John:  push the accelerator (gas pedal) all the way to the metal of the floor making the car go faster as a result of the dumping of fuel into the cylinders.

Erin: I always assumed it had something to do with bikers and metal studs on leather clothing. 

John: >laughing< and that’s why I love you.  And why you are a dork.

Erin: I love the >laughing< thing, because it makes me thing of the crinkles around your eyes when you smile

I just sat down at a table, only to realise that the person I was sharing with was a violent computer user- he banged his laptop so hard that the table was moving left and right.  I was trying to figure out a polite way to inform him that, although he had loud headphones on, there WAS a world around him that was easy to disturb, when he stood up, jammed his computer into his backpack, and left.  At least I don’t have to move.  But I do feel like I should call some computer protection agency on behalf of his poor little Dell.  My computer was cringing just being that close.  It’s ok.  It’s over now.

So!  Yesterday!  I spent the morning at work, actually, rather productively at work considering the fact that I was dog tired.  I headed home a little early so that I could spend some time studying for the bio test that had kept me up all hours of the night before.  I read over my answers a few more times, laid down for half and hour, studied for another hour after that, and then we headed to the testing center to take the exam.  It took me about an hour.  It took John about half that, but he snuck out from behind me purposefully so that I didn’t freak out that I was taking longer.  I felt pretty good about it.  As good as I could feel about a test that I felt was full of unnecessary, uninterested, over-tested information.  What a joy the class is.  I now know more about Galileo than your average 5th grader.  And solstices and eclipses and the “Ecliptic” and the phases of Venus.  In a BIO class.  Yes.  Anyway.

On the way home from the testing center, I got rather dizzy.  It was kind of interesting.  It wasn’t “I haven’t eaten” dizzy- but more “inner ear infection” kind of dizzy, or another kind of dizzy that I will refrain from naming altogether.  I sat with John a few minutes before he had to go to work, but seeing how exhausted I was, he tucked me in and I fell asleep for about an hour.  I could have slept more, but wanted to sleep that night.  PLUS, Gilmore Girls was on, and they’ve finally cycled around to the episodes that they showed when I was on my mission.  I’m loath to miss that!  I also worked out- to the chagrin of the lower part of my body, with new DVD’s I ordered from Amazon.  They are GREAT.  And I like being able to do it in my home.  Bye bye Gold’s, overpriced and stuffy, stuckup gym! 

After that, I made some dinner, cleaned up the house a bit, and just relaxed.  Making dinner at 10:30 at night has become sort of a habit now, with John arriving home shortly after 11.  We’re very European.  Hmf.  But my chicken last night was GOOD.  I’m getting the hang of making the SAME thing taste DIFFERENT on DIFFERENT nights.  Yes.  And I made baked potatoes, too.  All in all, yummy and nutritious.

Waking up this morning was a little rough, but we managed it.  I arrived at my William James class to greet a stack of freshly graded papers.  Remember that 10 pager I alluded to last week sometime?  Apparently, a few people had failed to grasp the nature of the paper, and didn’t understand what Paulsen had wanted.  He said quite a few people did it well, however, and that he would read aloud to give everyone an idea of what he was looking for.  At that moment, I knew, just KNEW, that he was going to read my paper aloud.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s NOT because I think I’m an amazing writer, or because I did anything spectacular, but rather because in writing this paper, I had the urge to include some personal examples that are very sensitive to me.  Against my judgement, I wrote, in detail, about my two friends, their tragedies, and my reactions in an attempt to comfort them.   My reaction, in these two cases, was very, very wrong.  I took one track with the first and made her outrageously angry with me, and I took the opposite track with the second, years later, and almost lost a friend.  It was then that I discovered how I should really handle the problem- and where I got my thesis for a paper about the sick soul, or healthy-mindedness, and how to approach evil in the world. 

When he started reading, I could feel myself turn red, and then my hands got cold, and I thought to myself, “No one knows who you are, just relax or they WILL!”  So I calmed down, and had to watch as my soul was borne vicariously in front of a classroom of overly intellectual BYU students.  I had never just watched people react to my writing before.  Well, that’s not true, Rich and Ron react to my writing all the time- but strangers, complete strangers, being given my experiences and my words.  It was odd.  I usually have to prepare myself for a situation like that, and I had included several details in my paper that contained BYU “hot” words…things that are usually ignored or at least, just not thought about in public at BYU.  My point was meant to show how desperate people can get, how truly horrible circumstances can make someone forget or ignore God, and that even a religious person can have a hard time believing that God has any power over evil in their life.  It was a little intense for me, and only got more intense as my paper became the avenue for people to ask questions about whether or not it was appropriate to add such personal experiences into a critique paper, at which point a guy that usually drives me CRAZY pointed out that everything we had read of William James had been written in similar style, and Paulsen agreed.  CoocooCachoo.  I wanted to say, “I didn’t write it for the class, I wrote it to express my feelings as precisely as possible, and because I trust our professor.”  But I didn’t.  I just let it go, and think that somehow, I had an important experience this morning.  I’m still sorting out what that experience was, exactly, and if I do, I’ll let you know.

So now I’m waiting for John.  I think he’s going to drag me to the grad fair for a few minutes after his class so that I can see the options.  It’s kind of nice, having a husband who wants me to do things that I want to do, and am occasionally to lazy to pursue.  Speaking of things like THAT, how’s ALICIA GREY, John?

Perhaps, more later.  But probably not, because tonight is my late night with classes, and I’ve got a film exam to study for.

One fun thing about belonging to the Hattaway household (of Provo) is that EVERY TIME I go to put a new garbage bag in the bathroom trash, I get to read a receipt.  I use random plastic shopping bags for the trash bag in there, and so whenever I have to replace one I pick the receipt out of it and say, “Oh!  Remember the day we bought a couple of bananas and some ice cream?”  or, my favorite, “Ah, I remember the day I bought Spaghettio’s, and then forgot that I needed some rice, so went through the line AGAIN.”  Here’s the thing. As I’m shoving the bags into their storage place I always think that I should take the receipt out and throw it away.  But THEN I think, “Hey, that IS a trash bag.”  It’d be like adding an extra step.  And Complete Woman magazine says that the best way to produce free time is to stop doing redundant housework.  Think of all the time I saved, that I probably used up just by writing this post.  But think of all the memories!

One more thing.  WEIRDEST dream last night.  I dreamt that I got a job at Staples, and that the management were like, CRAZY INTENSE.  After my shift the whole team walked back to the office together to “review the day,”  and I was on the phone talking to someone.  They gave me a dirty look, so I hung up, and we all started marching and chanting camp style: “I don’t know but I’ve been told, I don’t know but I’ve been told, Staples supplies are good as gold……”  Honestly.  I’m at a complete loss as to what to make of this.  Complete loss. 

The weekend flew by, just like I thought it would.  Friday night John worked, and then we went out for an ice cream.  Kind of a tame night, but we got some rest.  Saturday morning we slept in a bit, then went to the temple.  It was a good day in the temple- it was nice to go with John again.  We hadn’t gone again together since our wedding, and it just felt nice to be there together.  To make it fit in.  It was was supposed to snow Saturday, and it felt like it was trying to all day, but it was a bit too warm.  So mostly, we got rain.  We ran to Costco (crazy on a Saturday) and grabbed some things from our list, and then ended up driving up to Salt Lake so that John could help Jared with his apple TV…I guess he just wanted to testdrive a system, so John brought his files up.  It started snowing just as we were starting to drive up, but cleared up as we got closer to Salt Lake.  I got to play with Cadence and Melody :)  It was fun, Cadence is really getting older, so talkative!  When I found her she was using a plastic fork and spoon to chop some packing material into a thousand pieces.  It was kinda cute…I said, “Uh oh.  A BIG mess.  You need a vacuum!”  She looked at me, and said, “I need a LITTLE vacuum!”  So we cleaned it up.  I can’t believe someone can grow up so much in a year.  And then there is Melody- just a smiley little baby, just happy to be held.  I got to chat with Emily for just a few minutes, she had to get back to work, but she’s a blogger now too, so you should check her out and give her some encouragement!

Came home Saturday night, and ended up watching Glory Road.  The amazing variety of movies that can be in your home at any one time because of Blockbuster online is amazing.  Thrilling.  Sunday was church- and John got a cold.  We also spent some time studying for a test we need to take tomorrow…which I will unfortunately continue studying for tonight.  Ewww.  But whatever.  It’s school.

Poor John is at work now, although his throat has gross stuff in it.  I made him take medicine, he gargled salt water on his own, and I packed him cough drops and fruit leather and TWO vitamin waters.  I hope he feels better

So yes.  I’m about to start (or continue) studying for our bio exam.  Our weekend was actualy really nice, although reading back through this entry…I’m lacking enthusiasm.  I think I’m just a wee tired and know what’s in front of me this evening.  Good thing my life is pretty good, or I’d be depressed about all the studying I have to do this week. 

Well, here is the “welcome the weekend” post.  As I’ve said before, I try and stay away from my computer on Saturdays and Sundays…because honestly, I spend most of my waking hours online the rest of the week.  It’s a little sad to me, but between work, school, and chatting with John, I am rarely far from my computer.  It can be tiring, and I love the weekends full of sleep and driving out of wireless range and wandering around stores and up trails and in short: NOT being “available.”  John and I got somewhere last week, I’m not even sure where we were, maybe the grocery store, and realised that we didn’t have our cell phones.  At first, we just stood there and looked at each other in the middle of the aisle, not quite sure what to do.  I checked my purse one more time, and after a second, I felt this weird feeling.  Freedom.  We really enjoyed those 10 minutes in Harmons, completely “uncontactable.” 

This weekend I’ve actually got a lot on my plate.  It’ll probably be a blur, and then gone.  The next couple of weeks will be a lot of exams and papers, and I should use the time to get ahead a bit.  We’ll see what I actually do.  I am the QUEEN of procrastination.  I know a lot of people claim that title, but I actually can’t even function unless something is actually due.  Last week Jonathan came over to my house wanting to watch something, and I said, “I can’t, I have to write a paper.”  It was about 9pm…he said, “How long does it have to be?”  I said, “10 pages.”  He said, “Oh.  When’s it due?”  I said, “Tomorrow morning.”  Haha.  He thinks I’m crazy, but I’ve been doing it this way for so long, that I’ve gotten used to it.  I know which classes need what level of attention, and I don’t give it even an ounce more than it needs.  I need to graduate.

So yes, the coming two weeks will be like an educational gauntlet.  I’d like to say that I won’t be posting for awhile, because of all the stuff I have to get done, but the amazing thing is I’ll probably post more.  Just to procrastinate.  Or to complain. 

So, the weekend.  What shall we do?  Tomorrow John and I will probably sleep in, and then we’ve planned to go to the temple.  After that, John is meeting with a co-worker, Bruno, to work through some comic/story ideas.  Then the evening is ours.  I don’t know what we’ll do, but it will probably have something to do with eating and watching.  Maybe Borders.  Maybe something more exciting.  Who knows?

This is an aside, but here goes.  In my film class, there is this certain couple that ALWAYS bring food.  And I don’t mean a little baggie of popcorn or some pretzels- a full on meal, complete with food groups.  This isn’t too uncommon, lost of people eat in class around here (and bring relatives…as in, mothers and nieces.  Actually, people do weird stuff in class around here), but I’ve noticed that their food is outrageously pungent.  They look like an eclectic couple- the girl’s hair is Sinead O’Connor-esque and the guy is lanky and very blond.  He wears a wedding ring.  She does not.  Confusing.  ANYWAY.  So I’m sitting right now in the JFSB, just writing a blog and waiting for John to get done with class- when I actually get distracted out of my thought process by the smell of food.  I turn my head, and sure enough, there is eclectic couple…eating away.  What do they DO to that food?  Seriously?  And why are they following me? My eyes are watering.  How can they eat that?

 Anyway. I think I’m going to close this, and read my email, and then pack up and go and meet John.  One class left for the day, and then he’s got to work, but hopefully it’ll be a good restful day. 

Oh!  And John and I got the Across the Universe Soundtrack, AMAZING.  I’ve never actively listened to the Beatles, but the new sound really helps the lyrics and messages appeal to a whole new generation.  They really are timeless…Just cool.  Definitely feel cooler knowing Beatles stuff.

Ok, off for now!  Nothing else til Monday!

While watching Journeyman, a woman starts having a baby on a plane.  The protagonist starts helping her through labor. 

Me: How can he deliver a baby?  He’s not a doctor!  Is it just because he has one?

John: I could deliver a baby.

Me:  How?  You’ve never done it before!

John: You’d do most of the work.