I donated plasma for the first time today! It took me a little while to find Life Sera, but turns out it is only about a ten minute walk away from my home. That's closer than my firt class. I was there for 3 hours but got paid 40 dollars. That's 13.33 dollars an hour! Nice job. I was screened by Haily Hall, a girl from my school. She's nice and pretty. Then I was stuck by Maryssa, who works there. She's funny and cool. It wasn't as bad as I expected. She told me to look away while she stuck the needle in but I wish I hadn't. I think it looks cool when needles go into skin. She had to use the smaller needle for "the cute baby vein!" I was hooked up to the machine for about 50 minutes. My neck hurt by the end because I had my head cranked to watch the machine working through the blood to the left of me. The nice thing about donating plasma is that the blood goes through a centrofuge where the red blood cells and all nutrition components are sorted out from the plasma then the plasma gets moved to a container and the blood and nutrients come back into my vein. This way I shouldn't ever feel light headed or energy drained afterwards. Great eh?
I think I get 40 this time and next time, but after that, because I weigh less than 150, I donate the smallest amount, so I get paid the smallest amount- 20 a time. So that's 40 a week. But if I go in 8 times in one month, I get 25 extra. So that's 185 a month. But what I'm going to do after a few weeks of going regularly is get a Rabies vaccination. That way I get paid 25 then 35 the second time in one week. They use my blood for tests and studies and such. So then I could get 265 for 8 times! And if they take about an hour each, that's 265/8 which is 33 dollars an hour! Great paying job! Plus I have a couple friends that might start coming with me, and if they put me down as the referal that's 25 buck a piece to my name. Cool. I love money.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Young Politics
Quincey, Rob, Erica, Jackie, Andy, Brooke and I just had a heated political debate for about an hour. It was funny. If anyone that really knew what they were talking about was there it wouldn't have been as fun. It started out with Andy saying Obama might be the terrorist connection and once he gets into the white house we're all going to die. Weirdest thing is, he was being serious. I fought that one like crazy and smashed most of his arguments.
Then we talked about everything and anything- Hilary, Mitt, education, teachers, Iraq, war, Bush, 911, Rocky, abortion, gay marriage. I faked my way through most of it, throwing out a few random facts that I completely made up every once in a while. I only got called on one of them because I didn't say it with enought confidence. Mostly only Andy, Brooke, Jackie and I did the talking and the other 3 just listened.
Often in discussions like that, group polarization occurs- the two sides just become more and more convinced of their right ness as the argument goes on. Today though, I think we all said things that helped the others consider and reconsider things.
I was very suprised that I had an something to say on almost every subject. It wasn't always strong opinion, but it was material that made me think after I said it. I've always been one of the 3 that just sit and listen when people talk about politics and such. I am usually not confident enough to say a word, but when in the middle of it like today, I was on fire! haha. It was amusing. Any intelligent person could have completely dominated each of us in every way, but when I realized I was one of the more opinionated and stronger debaters there, I went with it. I'm suprised they didn't discredit what I was saying more often.
I kind of wish I had people more learned in politics to talk with.
Then we talked about everything and anything- Hilary, Mitt, education, teachers, Iraq, war, Bush, 911, Rocky, abortion, gay marriage. I faked my way through most of it, throwing out a few random facts that I completely made up every once in a while. I only got called on one of them because I didn't say it with enought confidence. Mostly only Andy, Brooke, Jackie and I did the talking and the other 3 just listened.
Often in discussions like that, group polarization occurs- the two sides just become more and more convinced of their right ness as the argument goes on. Today though, I think we all said things that helped the others consider and reconsider things.
I was very suprised that I had an something to say on almost every subject. It wasn't always strong opinion, but it was material that made me think after I said it. I've always been one of the 3 that just sit and listen when people talk about politics and such. I am usually not confident enough to say a word, but when in the middle of it like today, I was on fire! haha. It was amusing. Any intelligent person could have completely dominated each of us in every way, but when I realized I was one of the more opinionated and stronger debaters there, I went with it. I'm suprised they didn't discredit what I was saying more often.
I kind of wish I had people more learned in politics to talk with.
Friday, January 11, 2008
My thoughts on this Lazy Saturday.
In general I am not very attracted to the human face. When I am, I'm very attracted to it. Ears look funny. There is too much cheek. Chins are usually ugly. Eyes have to be perfect to be good. Eyebrows are weird. Noses are very strange. Everyone just looks exactly the same. We all have the exact same faces. But then little bumps or notches or colors or sizes change us and no one looks the same except for the unfortunate identical twins. Humans look scary. Our eyes are scary. Our smiles can be scary. If someone from another world saw us, they'd be so weirded out.
I hide behind my glasses. When I take them off I feel uncomfortable, self-conscious, exposed. I can feel very confident with a given person or in a given place, but but me there again with my contacts in and it's like I'm standing naked in the middle of a plaza. I hide emotions and feelings in my eyes and my glasses keep prying eyes out. I don't like looking in the mirror with my glasses off. I have too much skin. Too much face for too little of eyes and eyebrows and lips. I have worn my glasses every single day for almost a year and a half except for lacrosse practice. I started out the new school year saying I'll wear my glasses for 2 days then not wear them for a couple then wear them then don't, etc. but I always end up wearing them. Besides, contacts hurt my eyes. I wish I didn't use my glasses as a shield.
I bought 2 anti-plastic bracelets yesterday. Along with a pair of plastic earrings. I don't have a car, I turn lights off after myself, I recyle some, and I think about being green often. I am not a green crusader but I want to be more considerate of the world. Starting now. I also read something yesterday that says becoming a vegetarian does more for the earth than buying a hybrid car. Interesting. I'm excited that as an architect I might be able to contribute to the green cause as I think up and design green buildings.
I get texts from friends often that say "What are you doing? I am extremely bored. To the max." and I usually make up an excuse so I don't have to play with them. I would agree to playing if they would say, "Hey do you want to go down to the Gateway with me in 30 minutes?" or "Let's go sledding." or "Come watch this movie with us." But I don't like not having a plan because it often ends up being lame. Also, I am very grateful that I love to read and learn and do things for myself like that because on Friday nights when I have nothing to do, I'd almost rather be reading in my room than just sitting in a room down the hall doing nothing. I Rarely send out I'm Bored texts because I never am. There is always something for me to be doing, always a list 40 books long to read, articles to look up, ideas to research, sketches to work on, bands to find, organizing to do. I don't have to depend on anyone else to keep me occupied or entertained. I was over on 21st South buying art supplies the other day and one Bored-texter texted me and thought it so strange that I was all by myself so far away. Then I happened to be there again a few days later, alone, and he happened to text me again and found it just as strange the second time. And yesterday I got texted while at the Gateway by myself. I just don't mind being by myself, at all.
I have thought of going to UCBerkley but everyone that has been there tells me they are insane. They say the Berklites overcompensate for whatever they feel they are missing. They are just too Liberal. Erica said, "Here's the University of Utah(point one). On the opposite side of the liberal spectrum (point two) is Berkley. No wait. This (point one) is BYU. But the University of Utah is very close to BYU when compared to Berkely." Sure I am okay with liberals, but Jackie says they actually camped out in trees there. It'd be interesting, but maybe too crazy for me. Who knows. Plus it's expensive. We'll see.
I am slowly being taken advantage of, one hair at a time. It started with small things. I don't even remember what, but small. Just asking favors and borrowing scissors or what not (which have yet to be returned). Or, Jessie, will you get my razor from the cupboard and hand it to me? Sure. That's cake. If it's not that hard I'll do what they ask. But I think they are catching on that I'll do almost anything they ask and be okay with almost anything they do. Hey Jessie, crawl under my bed and get my laundry detergent. Sure that's easy. Kinda weird, but fine. Oh I used your computer to listen to music, is that okay? Sure, as long as you don't pay attention to the great music I have and try to adopt it into your crappy music selection. Last night one of Kylie's friend slept in Chelsea's bed because she's in Vegas. That was fine, it's not my bed. Then one took one of my blankets. I think Kylie has two, but whatever, that's fine. I still have 2 more. See none of these things matter at all. If they were kicking me out of my bed or turning me into the dorm cinderella I'd protest. I'm just worried that they are starting to realize the power they have over me and I'm afraid.
I locked myself out today when I went to make easy mac alfredo style in the lounge. Kristen was in her room, but she's been sick so she was sleeping and I did not want to wake her. So I went in Jackie and Erika's room for 30 minutes or so. Then I decided to wake Kristen. I left the straightener on and didn't want it to burn the dorm down. I felt bad.
The Cheveron on 21st South has the best Hot Chocolate station in the world. Jackie, Erika, Quincey and I went last night after seeing Dan In Real Life at the Dollar Theater (It's actually $1.75 so it Should be called the Dollar Seventy Five Theater, but whatever). Their regular old Milk Chocolate hot chocolate is great, then there's a coffee creamer machine where you push the button for hazelnut or vanilla cream and powder comes shooting out. And! They have canisters of minimarshmallows! All this for only $1.19!
I like college.
I hide behind my glasses. When I take them off I feel uncomfortable, self-conscious, exposed. I can feel very confident with a given person or in a given place, but but me there again with my contacts in and it's like I'm standing naked in the middle of a plaza. I hide emotions and feelings in my eyes and my glasses keep prying eyes out. I don't like looking in the mirror with my glasses off. I have too much skin. Too much face for too little of eyes and eyebrows and lips. I have worn my glasses every single day for almost a year and a half except for lacrosse practice. I started out the new school year saying I'll wear my glasses for 2 days then not wear them for a couple then wear them then don't, etc. but I always end up wearing them. Besides, contacts hurt my eyes. I wish I didn't use my glasses as a shield.
I bought 2 anti-plastic bracelets yesterday. Along with a pair of plastic earrings. I don't have a car, I turn lights off after myself, I recyle some, and I think about being green often. I am not a green crusader but I want to be more considerate of the world. Starting now. I also read something yesterday that says becoming a vegetarian does more for the earth than buying a hybrid car. Interesting. I'm excited that as an architect I might be able to contribute to the green cause as I think up and design green buildings.
I get texts from friends often that say "What are you doing? I am extremely bored. To the max." and I usually make up an excuse so I don't have to play with them. I would agree to playing if they would say, "Hey do you want to go down to the Gateway with me in 30 minutes?" or "Let's go sledding." or "Come watch this movie with us." But I don't like not having a plan because it often ends up being lame. Also, I am very grateful that I love to read and learn and do things for myself like that because on Friday nights when I have nothing to do, I'd almost rather be reading in my room than just sitting in a room down the hall doing nothing. I Rarely send out I'm Bored texts because I never am. There is always something for me to be doing, always a list 40 books long to read, articles to look up, ideas to research, sketches to work on, bands to find, organizing to do. I don't have to depend on anyone else to keep me occupied or entertained. I was over on 21st South buying art supplies the other day and one Bored-texter texted me and thought it so strange that I was all by myself so far away. Then I happened to be there again a few days later, alone, and he happened to text me again and found it just as strange the second time. And yesterday I got texted while at the Gateway by myself. I just don't mind being by myself, at all.
I have thought of going to UCBerkley but everyone that has been there tells me they are insane. They say the Berklites overcompensate for whatever they feel they are missing. They are just too Liberal. Erica said, "Here's the University of Utah(point one). On the opposite side of the liberal spectrum (point two) is Berkley. No wait. This (point one) is BYU. But the University of Utah is very close to BYU when compared to Berkely." Sure I am okay with liberals, but Jackie says they actually camped out in trees there. It'd be interesting, but maybe too crazy for me. Who knows. Plus it's expensive. We'll see.
I am slowly being taken advantage of, one hair at a time. It started with small things. I don't even remember what, but small. Just asking favors and borrowing scissors or what not (which have yet to be returned). Or, Jessie, will you get my razor from the cupboard and hand it to me? Sure. That's cake. If it's not that hard I'll do what they ask. But I think they are catching on that I'll do almost anything they ask and be okay with almost anything they do. Hey Jessie, crawl under my bed and get my laundry detergent. Sure that's easy. Kinda weird, but fine. Oh I used your computer to listen to music, is that okay? Sure, as long as you don't pay attention to the great music I have and try to adopt it into your crappy music selection. Last night one of Kylie's friend slept in Chelsea's bed because she's in Vegas. That was fine, it's not my bed. Then one took one of my blankets. I think Kylie has two, but whatever, that's fine. I still have 2 more. See none of these things matter at all. If they were kicking me out of my bed or turning me into the dorm cinderella I'd protest. I'm just worried that they are starting to realize the power they have over me and I'm afraid.
I locked myself out today when I went to make easy mac alfredo style in the lounge. Kristen was in her room, but she's been sick so she was sleeping and I did not want to wake her. So I went in Jackie and Erika's room for 30 minutes or so. Then I decided to wake Kristen. I left the straightener on and didn't want it to burn the dorm down. I felt bad.
The Cheveron on 21st South has the best Hot Chocolate station in the world. Jackie, Erika, Quincey and I went last night after seeing Dan In Real Life at the Dollar Theater (It's actually $1.75 so it Should be called the Dollar Seventy Five Theater, but whatever). Their regular old Milk Chocolate hot chocolate is great, then there's a coffee creamer machine where you push the button for hazelnut or vanilla cream and powder comes shooting out. And! They have canisters of minimarshmallows! All this for only $1.19!
I like college.
Ninja
Today when I got home from school I was greeted by a Ninja. Her name is Kristen. She is sick and trying to protect her fellow roommates from her contaminated breathe.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
School+Lacrosse=Impossible?
Taking the "I" away from "I love you" makes the whole thing ten times easier to say to any given person.
I love something called lacrosse. I don't know if I can continue lacrosse because of how stressful this semester is going to be.
Pros of playing lacrosse this semester:
1. It's fun.
2. I'd make friends.
3. Being part of a team is like nothing else.
4. It's a great stress reliever.
5. It's great exercise.
6. Just talking about it gets me excited.
7. I'm not ready to give it up for life.
8. Games are like drugs: they put me on an incredible high.
Cons of playing lacrosse this semester:
1. It costs a lot of money, something I don't have.
2. If we travel, I might miss classes. My schedule is not a good class-missing schedule.
3. Practice could be daily. Already after 3 days of school I can tell I am going to be busy almost all day every day.
That's all I have, really. And normally if the pros lists beats the cons list you go for it, but this is my schooling I'm talking about. Do I want to gamble my GPA for lacrosse? Do I want to stop playing and most likely never play again? Do I want to risk staying up doing homework and always being tired? Do I want to miss out on college lacrosse? This is probably one of the hardest decisions I've had to face, even harder than deciding on a college. I knew the answer would be presented to me eventually with college. This is just a gamble. But I'll pray. I'm a faithful person and maybe this is something I'll get an answer to. No guarantees, but it'd be nice. Ugh.
I am listening to really, really good music. I cannot tell what it is though because there is a chance I'll be rebuked for it. It's complicated.
I need to go to bed but I should look at my physics homework. I've done so much homework today! It's great. I like being busy and when I get everything done I feel very accomplished and satisfied. Slightly stressed, but fine.
Goodnight moon.
Love Jessica Judy
1.9.8
I love something called lacrosse. I don't know if I can continue lacrosse because of how stressful this semester is going to be.
Pros of playing lacrosse this semester:
1. It's fun.
2. I'd make friends.
3. Being part of a team is like nothing else.
4. It's a great stress reliever.
5. It's great exercise.
6. Just talking about it gets me excited.
7. I'm not ready to give it up for life.
8. Games are like drugs: they put me on an incredible high.
Cons of playing lacrosse this semester:
1. It costs a lot of money, something I don't have.
2. If we travel, I might miss classes. My schedule is not a good class-missing schedule.
3. Practice could be daily. Already after 3 days of school I can tell I am going to be busy almost all day every day.
That's all I have, really. And normally if the pros lists beats the cons list you go for it, but this is my schooling I'm talking about. Do I want to gamble my GPA for lacrosse? Do I want to stop playing and most likely never play again? Do I want to risk staying up doing homework and always being tired? Do I want to miss out on college lacrosse? This is probably one of the hardest decisions I've had to face, even harder than deciding on a college. I knew the answer would be presented to me eventually with college. This is just a gamble. But I'll pray. I'm a faithful person and maybe this is something I'll get an answer to. No guarantees, but it'd be nice. Ugh.
I am listening to really, really good music. I cannot tell what it is though because there is a chance I'll be rebuked for it. It's complicated.
I need to go to bed but I should look at my physics homework. I've done so much homework today! It's great. I like being busy and when I get everything done I feel very accomplished and satisfied. Slightly stressed, but fine.
Goodnight moon.
Love Jessica Judy
1.9.8
"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite."
I like new schedules because I like meeting new people, which make me glad to go to class. I didn't meet anyone new in Physics, but Brian is in there and he's basically my brother. In Creative Writing I met Shalene, Hannah, and John. I didn't meet anyone in Design but I think I will tomorrow. I didn't meet anyone new in IT either, but I can tell that class is going to become good friends because it's a discussion/debate class. In Architectural Design I met Dustin. So I guess I didn't meet That many people, but combined with the potential meetage, they make me excited for class. Goody.
I'd rather be limited with only one usable hand by holding a phone to my ear than to look like a fool by talking with an earpiece.
I love college. I love friends. I love walking. I love laughing. I love girls. I love boys. I love learning. I love professors. I love feeling emotion.
I'm quite satisfied today.
1.8.8
I'd rather be limited with only one usable hand by holding a phone to my ear than to look like a fool by talking with an earpiece.
I love college. I love friends. I love walking. I love laughing. I love girls. I love boys. I love learning. I love professors. I love feeling emotion.
I'm quite satisfied today.
1.8.8
Thoughts 1.7.8
I just realized something. The book/series of books called The Great Brain are by John D. Fitzgerald. The book The Great Gatsby is by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Weird, eh?
I like books. I like starting them, reading them, and finishing them. In real life, if you don't keep in touch with someone his or her life still goes on and you have a lot of catching up to do. I like how you can pick up a book after not touching it for a few weeks and the story hasn't left you behind. The characters are still there, sometimes mid sentence, waiting for you to join in. Plus, you often get to share intense moments with characters. And you don't have to offer words or encouragement, comfort, excitement, etc, when something extreme happens to a character. You just get to keep reading and speculate in your mind what is going to happen. Sometimes I get so involved in a book that I'll laugh to the point of tears, cry in sadness for pages, say words or make faces that the character is trying to say or do, or think about the characters and what they're going through after I've put down the book that day. I really like reading. I read for so long the other night that my eyes ached afterwards. That has never happened to me before. I'm getting old.
My schedule is great, so far. My new physics professor is strangely attractive due to his strong French accent, my Creative Writing professor is entertaining there is a cute boy who laughs a lot, and my Design class seems exciting and fun. I'm very, very pleased with how today worked out. Plus, at lunch I saw Alando sitting in the Union so we sat and talked. He is very fun to talk to. Then Blake showed up. We played a game Alando bought at the bookstore for 11 dollars called Set. I won.
Over winter break, the door locks were supposedly replaced so that the door stays locked always. We figured out that all they did was glue in the button that locks the door. I got a blow dryer and held it to the lock for a good 5 minutes to melt the glue, but all that happened was the handle got really, really hot and weird tar stuff was coming out of the lock a little. Then Mark and Tyler got theirs unlocked just by jiggling the handle a lot. It's not working on my door though. Dang it.
Even though I fell asleep for about an hour at the Union today, I'm still very tired. Plus I just ate. That sometimes drains me. Why? Something like the ATP my body produces is being used to digest the food I ate and it doesn't leave much for my brain and muscles. Seems like the digestive system could learn to produce it's own energy instead of stealing the rest of the body's.
It's 6:45. I think I'll read now. Goodnight.
1.7.8
I like books. I like starting them, reading them, and finishing them. In real life, if you don't keep in touch with someone his or her life still goes on and you have a lot of catching up to do. I like how you can pick up a book after not touching it for a few weeks and the story hasn't left you behind. The characters are still there, sometimes mid sentence, waiting for you to join in. Plus, you often get to share intense moments with characters. And you don't have to offer words or encouragement, comfort, excitement, etc, when something extreme happens to a character. You just get to keep reading and speculate in your mind what is going to happen. Sometimes I get so involved in a book that I'll laugh to the point of tears, cry in sadness for pages, say words or make faces that the character is trying to say or do, or think about the characters and what they're going through after I've put down the book that day. I really like reading. I read for so long the other night that my eyes ached afterwards. That has never happened to me before. I'm getting old.
My schedule is great, so far. My new physics professor is strangely attractive due to his strong French accent, my Creative Writing professor is entertaining there is a cute boy who laughs a lot, and my Design class seems exciting and fun. I'm very, very pleased with how today worked out. Plus, at lunch I saw Alando sitting in the Union so we sat and talked. He is very fun to talk to. Then Blake showed up. We played a game Alando bought at the bookstore for 11 dollars called Set. I won.
Over winter break, the door locks were supposedly replaced so that the door stays locked always. We figured out that all they did was glue in the button that locks the door. I got a blow dryer and held it to the lock for a good 5 minutes to melt the glue, but all that happened was the handle got really, really hot and weird tar stuff was coming out of the lock a little. Then Mark and Tyler got theirs unlocked just by jiggling the handle a lot. It's not working on my door though. Dang it.
Even though I fell asleep for about an hour at the Union today, I'm still very tired. Plus I just ate. That sometimes drains me. Why? Something like the ATP my body produces is being used to digest the food I ate and it doesn't leave much for my brain and muscles. Seems like the digestive system could learn to produce it's own energy instead of stealing the rest of the body's.
It's 6:45. I think I'll read now. Goodnight.
1.7.8
Our Morning
Chelsea wakes me up at 5:57. The alarm was set for 6.
Kylie, Chelsea and I sit at Chelsea's freezing car that wouldn't start.
Kylie's car didn't jump it.
Campus Car Fixer Guy said it wasn't the battery. Bummer.
7:05, get back to our room.
Trip to gym- unsuccessful.
Kylie, Chelsea and I sit at Chelsea's freezing car that wouldn't start.
Kylie's car didn't jump it.
Campus Car Fixer Guy said it wasn't the battery. Bummer.
7:05, get back to our room.
Trip to gym- unsuccessful.
yawn.
The left side of my face is melting. It's hard for me to understand people who desire to go into dentistry. What's appealing about hurting me and stretching my mouth much wider than it should be and jabbing vacuum suckers into my gums and cleaning gross teeth and smelling bad breath and dealing with one of the top grossest parts of the human body? bleh. I have bad feelings towards the dentist. I can understand orthodontists, not dentists.
I made 12 New Years Resolutions. They are good ones. 12 sounds like a lot, but they are all manageable. One is to beat Guitar Hero 3.
I like listening to NPR.
Don't birds fly south? Why are there a bunch of birds flying around my back yard? Crazy animals.
I want to go running but it's so cold outside and my face is numb. I wish so badly that we had a treadmill.
I finished a book the other day. Now I'm reading The Secret Life of Bees.
My schedule next semester is great and I'm excited. I'm in another Physics, Intro to Creative Writing, Intellectual Traditions in which we write and read books by authors including Plato, Homer, and Aristotle, Basic Design, and Architectural Design. I'm going to be very busy.
I want to study abroad in Hong Kong next year. I was planning on doing that this coming fall, but for Chinese University of Hong Kong I'd have to go in the Spring. So I'm going to try to have all of everything that I need done by the end of fall '08 semester. Then I'll just take a bunch of art classes in Hong Kong.
Should I go back to sleep? I'm tired. It's 10:31. I went to bed at 3 ish and woke up at 8:45 for the dentist. But I should just stay up all day and go to bed at 10 or so, then wake up early. Then I'll start getting into a good sleep schedule. But a nap sounds so good right now. hmmm
1.2.8
I made 12 New Years Resolutions. They are good ones. 12 sounds like a lot, but they are all manageable. One is to beat Guitar Hero 3.
I like listening to NPR.
Don't birds fly south? Why are there a bunch of birds flying around my back yard? Crazy animals.
I want to go running but it's so cold outside and my face is numb. I wish so badly that we had a treadmill.
I finished a book the other day. Now I'm reading The Secret Life of Bees.
My schedule next semester is great and I'm excited. I'm in another Physics, Intro to Creative Writing, Intellectual Traditions in which we write and read books by authors including Plato, Homer, and Aristotle, Basic Design, and Architectural Design. I'm going to be very busy.
I want to study abroad in Hong Kong next year. I was planning on doing that this coming fall, but for Chinese University of Hong Kong I'd have to go in the Spring. So I'm going to try to have all of everything that I need done by the end of fall '08 semester. Then I'll just take a bunch of art classes in Hong Kong.
Should I go back to sleep? I'm tired. It's 10:31. I went to bed at 3 ish and woke up at 8:45 for the dentist. But I should just stay up all day and go to bed at 10 or so, then wake up early. Then I'll start getting into a good sleep schedule. But a nap sounds so good right now. hmmm
1.2.8
EEG
If there was an EEG hooked up to my brain, the waves would have just shot off the page. It is completely absurd how often I get scared. When someone walks upstairs on a certain part of the living room, it creaks through the floor and causes my door to make the noise it makes when someone is opening it. Someone just made it happen. My body didn't jump like it usually does, but my heart jumped out of me and my brain went completely insane. I could feel the nerves exploding in every direction! And every muscle in my body flexes for 1/4 of a second. It's painful and frightening and completely ridiculous.
12.27.7
12.27.7
Monday, January 7, 2008
At This Moment
At this moment, I see some sort of fake animal sewn around the hood of the coat in front of me. I hear a piece of lead squeaking like nails on a chalkboard on a neighbor's paper. I smell the pink soap from the restroom in the cracks of my hand. I taste breakfast hiding in-between my teeth. I feel green stripes running the length of both arms. I am thinking about how dang intimidated I feel in this class.
At this moment, I see a boy struggling to keep his books in his arms as he contorts to get from his wallet the dollar that will win him the chips in the candy machine. I hear the news lady babbling on about this doomed world’s coming elections. I smell a mix of familiar but indefinable chips and candies. I taste cracked, dry lips, feeling sad towards their owner for not having chapstick. I feel noodles, chicken, broccoli, pineapple, and teriyaki sauce being unwillingly digested in my stomach. I am thinking about how great it is that 26 letters can mix and mingle to make so many different words for me to use.
At this moment, I see hardly anything due to the single 40-watt bulb in this room with my sleeping roommate. I hear the steady beat of music in my ears, muting the scratching of my pen on the paper. I smell Mary Kay lotion moistening my cold, dry hands. I taste minty plastic- the taste of a newly brushed retainer. I feel microscopic robots biting and itching just under my skin. I am thinking about how right my mother was ten years ago when she warned me that if I kept sitting Indian style my knees would eventually pay.
At this moment, I see red and white galoshes, protecting feet from the snow. I hear hundreds of voices- never a pause- carrying conversations through the open air. I smell the wonderful old-person scent coming from my newly bought D.I. pink sweater. I taste Blistex- temporarily protecting my chafed, chapped, cracked, or wind burned lips- complete moisture with super-hydrating ingredients for a surge of moisture. I feel everything but my left foot, which is going numb, crossed under my body. I am thinking about the ache my fingertips hold on to hours after coming in from the cold.
1.8,9.8
At this moment, I see a boy struggling to keep his books in his arms as he contorts to get from his wallet the dollar that will win him the chips in the candy machine. I hear the news lady babbling on about this doomed world’s coming elections. I smell a mix of familiar but indefinable chips and candies. I taste cracked, dry lips, feeling sad towards their owner for not having chapstick. I feel noodles, chicken, broccoli, pineapple, and teriyaki sauce being unwillingly digested in my stomach. I am thinking about how great it is that 26 letters can mix and mingle to make so many different words for me to use.
At this moment, I see hardly anything due to the single 40-watt bulb in this room with my sleeping roommate. I hear the steady beat of music in my ears, muting the scratching of my pen on the paper. I smell Mary Kay lotion moistening my cold, dry hands. I taste minty plastic- the taste of a newly brushed retainer. I feel microscopic robots biting and itching just under my skin. I am thinking about how right my mother was ten years ago when she warned me that if I kept sitting Indian style my knees would eventually pay.
At this moment, I see red and white galoshes, protecting feet from the snow. I hear hundreds of voices- never a pause- carrying conversations through the open air. I smell the wonderful old-person scent coming from my newly bought D.I. pink sweater. I taste Blistex- temporarily protecting my chafed, chapped, cracked, or wind burned lips- complete moisture with super-hydrating ingredients for a surge of moisture. I feel everything but my left foot, which is going numb, crossed under my body. I am thinking about the ache my fingertips hold on to hours after coming in from the cold.
1.8,9.8
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