whatever happened to a bible's width apart...?

Isn't it lame how long its been since I last posted? I'm disgusted with myself. Also, I keep waiting for Anna to write something about our 'chasing the random homeless man down whyte' adventure last week but I have not seen anything yet. Disappointing.

I am actually procrastinating right now. It's nothing serious. It's just that I have been trying to make a 'list of all the things I like to eat' (more commonly known as a shopping list) but I cannot make myself get past the first three items. Also, it has been over a week since I started the list. Food was scarce last week, this week I am resorting to the non-perishables in my cupboard. Anyway the list - I'm sure I must like to eat more than tomatoes, sour cream, and mushrooms. The other thing is not only do I have to complete the list, but I also have to get myself out the door to the wholesale store. It is only 2 blocks away, but the task is surprisingly daunting. I have an hour and 53 minutes before it closes. 1 hour 52 minutes. 51 minutes. dang. This is never going to happen. I guess I'm taking canned fruit in my lunch tomorrow again (canned fruit has been most recently cut from the 'list of things I like to eat').

I went swimming with Kaarina at the Bonnie Doon pool today. It wasn't as ghetto as I was expecting. Actually it was quite pleasant. Well...it was pleasant up until the man with the wild thrashing back stroke got in the lane. I think he was single-handedly trying to drain the pool. Or maybe he was just trying to scare us out of the lane. A very strategic method. Eventually we did get out of the lane to go in the hot tub...where we encountered a couple trying to eat eachothers' faces. Everytime I go out in public I find myself in extremely awkward situations. For example - sitting on the bus in the seat behind a couple making out. Sitting in the cafeteria beside a couple making out. Standing in the elevators with a couple making out (elevators??? seriously...). Escalators, coffee shops, sidewalks...they are an infestation that needs to be dealt with. There must be some sort of chemical we can spray over the city or something. We spray the forests for pine beetle. We dump chemicals on forest fires to put them out. Couples making out in public are like little forest fires that need to be put out. I encourage everyone to at least douse the next making out couple they see with the water from their nalgene.

1 hour and 34 minutes left. Alright, I'm going to go. I'm getting pre-nausea from thoughts of canned fruit lunches.

Jenna

student-ness

I'm sitting here waiting for P Jorgesen to pick me up for a weekend of camp madness. He said he'd be here at noon but I have a feeling it will be a little later than that. That is okay, I'm not really ready - mentally that is. Every year I wonder why I do this to myself. It always ends up being alot of fun but it is...so tiring. Not that I should be doing this for myself...Alright, I guess that settles it. This isn't about me at all.
I didn't really sleep a whole lot this week. There was some unsettling feeling in the air all week that prevented me from functioning in any real sort of way. And no, it was not the humpty's mozza sticks this time. I didn't even venture into the humpty's this week (my digestive tract is eternally grateful I'm sure). Unfortunately, not going into humpty's means that I didn't see Anna either.

I started school this week. That's right, I'm a student again! Not just a member of the working class. To be honest I am sort of thrilled about it. I love new books. I love new pens. I love shrink wrap. Um, that's about as far as I got actually. I fear now that all the shrink wrap has been peeled off everything my attention will soon wane. It's sort of ridiculous, the moment I opened my box of textbooks I started procrastinating. Ruthey asked me to study with her and I told her 'alright, I just have to go find my calculator.' I found my calculator alright...I also found my stethoscope which I played with for approximately the next hour and a half. Turns out Ruthey has slight crackles to the bases of her lungs. Did I mention that my heartrate is 95 bpm? I must be stressed or something.

It's good to be a student again.

J.Wilgus