College Wrap Up

For everyone who doesn't know my story, my college situation is not exactly standard. When I came to Manhattan College, I somehow ended up befriending a large group of people from the year above me. In fact, I have about three friends tops in my grade. While I love my friends, this leaves me in a bit of a predicament since the majority of the people I know will be graduating in just a few short weeks.

A lot of people having been asking me if I'm sad to say goodbye to them or if I'm worried about what I'll do next year. Since I'm going to Madrid for half of the year, I'm not too worried about my final year of college. And for some reason, the fact that all my friends will be leaving me never really quite sunk in. Recently, though, I'm coming to realize that my college years are in a lot of ways over this year as well. Last night while having margaritas with my roommate Caroline and our friend Joe, I was saddened to think that everyone will be going there seperate ways in a couple of weeks. I'm confident that I will stay in touch with a lot of people (particularly Caroline since she has threatened me to do so), however, I know there are some I may never see again. In honor of my dear friends' departure I've compiled a list of some of my favorite memories of Manhattan College:

1) One of my first times out at Manhattan College was for San Gennaro, an Italian festival held in Little Italy each year. Nick, Jonalin, Katie, Seth, Brian, Karen, Geno, and I all took the long subway ride downtown to enjoy the festivities. After roaming the streets for sometime we all indulged in two very large daquiries, which after quickly downing we realized were in fact non-alcoholic. Feeling extremely sick and not at all intoxicated, we decided to ditch the fesitival and hit up a nearby lounge called People. Coincidentally, the first bar I went to in Manhattan was also the nicest one I've been to in the past three years. The crowd was mostly older (there was actually an engagement party being held on the second floor) and Katie and I spent the night flirting with older men in a sleazy attempt to win ourselves some free drinks. Within an hour or so, the group of us were wasted, and made a drunken juvanile scene dancing in the middle of the bar. Seeing Seth dance and hearing Jonalin ask katie to "Hold her shoes because her feet were too heavy", I knew I would get along just fine with these people.

2) Spring time ofcourse brings good weather, but it also brings good excuses for drinking. Freshman year, in honor of the first day of warm weather, Anthony and Duke bought a keg and snuck it into their dorm room. We spent the day drinking on top of Jasper's roof and the night playing flip cup in the dorm- Dicks vs Vages. Halfway through the flip-cup tourny- which I'll proudly point out, Vages won- Duke hurled himself across the table slip N slide style. It was one of the most bizarre and funniest things I've seen in my life. Coincidentally, the night also ended with a massive slip N slide fest out on the quad. In full clothing, we all went out and got down and dirty on the infamous yellow plastic. I ended up walking back to my dorm at 3 in the morning by myself soaking wet, completely confusing the dorm security, and slept through class registration the next morning, but it was a fun-ass time I smile about to this day.

3) Super Bowl, 2005. Eagles Vs Patriots. Philly vs Boston. Me vs Caroline. We had people here at our apartment in honor of the event. We bought a keg, and Caroline, Erin, and I made copious Jello Shots which we, as usual, began "testing" very early on in the day. By half time, everyone in the apartment was WASTED. Caroline played waitress, carrying around jello shots to our guests every 5 minutes. Maggie and Marco made out very publicly in the kitchen. And best of all, upon going to the bathroom, I found Nicole "playing crouching tiger hidden dragon" in our bathtub. It turns out her and Tresky were hooking up in the bathroom when I knocked on the door. Trying to conceal their tryst, Nicole thought she could hide in the bathtub while Tresky made his exit. Unfortunately for her, I heard her almost instantly and, even worse, I ofcourse told EVERYONE all about it. It also turns out that she had played the hiding game earlier in the night and some poor unsuspecting person went to the bathroom without realizing she was ever there.

4) Cat Day. Unfortunately, this day is somewhat hazy since 100% of it was spent D-R-U-N-K. I don't remember what we had been doing the night before but Erin, Hess, and I woke up still intoxicated and decided it would be best to just keep on drinking. We began doing shots of straight vodka in our kitchen, cheersing the construction workers outside our window. For some reason, we started screaming " I love (fill in the blank)" about pretty much everything we laid eyes on. After looking at the picture of some random man in a hawaiian shirt we named Jim and his cat, which I found in our apartment basement and for obvious reasons found hysterical, "I love cats!" became our main chant, and really stuck for the remainder of the day. We started asking the construction workers if they loved cats and calling friends to ask their opinions. Most of the people we surveyed understandably found this question really bizarre and confusing- except for Sara, the animal enthusiast, who quickly responded "yeah, I love cats!". A few weeks later, Hess and I engaged in some more daytime drinking and, after taking a trip to Eckerd, bought an extremely tacky statue of two cats playing chess as well as a "Dig a Dog", a dog that kicks its leg and barks when you push a button. Certainly money well spent.

5) How Frank convinced me to go to Medievil Times is beyond me, but thank God he did. For anyone unfamiliar with this ingenius establishment, Medievil Times is a themed restuarant/performance in New Jersey. If you've seen Garden State, the one character was an employee of Medievil Times and, as in real life, was cruelly forced to wear Medievil regalia. Anyways, Frank and I headed over to Fenwicks for a little pre-gaming and were definately "feeling it" by the time we got on the bus. Everyone who went was way into the event and spent the entire time valiently cheering on our knight (seriously, you have to go to understand). Frank was, ofcourse, the most enthusiastic, and spent the night running down the isles high fiving little kids witht heir parents. At one point, one of these kids turned to him and said "Are you drunk!? My dad said you're drunk!". Well, the kid and his dad were very astute because Frank was indeed drunk and so was I. After getting back to school, Frank and I went back to Fenwicks to continue the party where we were told by our friend Kevin later on that we "stumbled through the door". Luckily, Frank and I were wise enough to end the night shortly after that, managing to keep what little dignity we had left.

6) For Caroline's 21st, a bunch of us went out to Free Wine, a chinese restuarant in the city that gives you, what else, free wine with your meal. Walking to the resturant, we met a homeless man who serenaded us with a kickass free style that included repeated use of the phrases "stop playing" and "girl I didn't know you could get down like that". Unfortunately, our meal was rushed as they were eager to close up, but we still managed to have a great time afterwards barhopping on Amsterdam Ave. Afterhours partying continued at our apartment afterwards and Frank was taunted was incriminating photos after passing out on the couch. Gotta love it.

7)This year Caroline and I went to Maritime's Annual Halloween Booze Cruise. Though the cruise itself was a bit of a letdown, we ended up having a blast afterwards. We went to a local bar for a few more drinks and got way more than we intended. The bartender, who was fully dressed up as a devil, was completely shitfaced and ended up giving us shot after shot of jaeger- FREE. Needless to say, I blacked out shortly after but I woke up the next morning in Joe's room with jaeger all over me, including in my hair. Classic Caroline, she asked how the hell we got home and was informed by Joe that she drove home...on the wrong side of the road. Now I am not condoning drinking and driving, and I am strongly opposed to the practice, but that is just f-ing hysterical.

Now, I'm sure everyone of these memories will suck in comparison to the debauchery that should be coming up in the next few weeks. Senior week, which consists of a booze cruise, a clam bake, and a formal all in three days time, will surely be a shit show to end all shit shows. Speaking of which, i'm off to make some more memories as we speak- Brunch at Piper's with Megan, Natasha, and Kristy. I mean, I only have paperdue at 7 tommorow morning but that can wait right???

Summer Dreaming

This week has been totally chaotic. Monday I returned from Philly to get started on my lengthy list of assignments. Tuesday I had a Methods exam. Wednesday I had a presentation, Thursday a paper, and I have two more papers due early next week. Now, believe it or not, on a normal basis I am rather unproductive. I have a tendency to procrastinate, daydream, and take extensive mid-day naps. So imagine how difficult its been trying to accomplish this all with the impending summer just weeks away.

After much confusion over my summer plans, I finally made arrangements with Sara to stay with her again in Block Island. Initially I was somewhat hesitant to do so for several reasons. But, I threw my concerns aside and now I am extremely excited to return to the Island. Sara and I have been talking about it non-stop. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I send her another text message about it she might set up a restraining order against me.

But, for anyone who's been to Block Island, my enthusiasm is more than understandable. The three months I spent there two years ago were some of the best in my life. I made friends I speak with to this day, friends I hope I will continue to keep in touch with for years to come. Working at the Harbor Grill was probably the best job I've had. I spent my days goofing off while making more money than I have any other summer. Luckily, after extreme difficulty contacting my boss, I've secured my job there again and, as I've been told, many of my old work friends will be returning. I'm looking forward to seeing them all, and am praying that I have no trouble getting back in to the routine.

However, though I'm excited for my summer, I'm trying hard not to hold my expectations too high. I know I will have a great time, but I have to remind myself that it won't be just like it was before. I can't expect to walk into the same old scene. Things will have changed. New people will be there, old ones will have left. I can't expect to relive the past. I have to try and look forward to a whole new experience in Block Island. Unfortunately, this can be difficult for me at times. It's not that I don't like change, I just don't like change that occurs without my knowing, without my consent. It makes me feel as if people have been sneaking behind my back, as if I've been left out.

Fortunately, there are some changes I am looking forward to. For starters, Sara's sister, Fiona, and Fiona's Italian boyfriend, Sandro, will be staying with us this year. Since it was only Me, Sara, and Mayu last time, it will be a little strange sharing the house with a BOY, but I adore Fiona and, from what I've heard about Sandro, I'm sure I'll love him too. Besides, they are both in culinary school, so as long as they cook for me on occasion I'm fairly confident we'll get along just fine.

This summer will also be my first on the island as a legal 21 year old. Unlike NYC, which a 19 year girl can get spoiled by, Block Island is far more strict on IDs. As an Island worker, I was fortunately given some leniency, but there was still that constant threat of arrest looming over our heads. This year I will be free from those worries, able to go to any bar I want, buy from any store I want and, best of all, indulge in my "shift drink", a complementary cocktail received after clocking out from work. It was never that bad when I was shot down by a bar or unable to grab a case from the grocery store. What really frustrated me was being unable to sit down with my coworkers and have a beer after work. But now that is no longer a concern, and I plan on trying every glass of wine on Harbor's very extensive wine list.

But before I can drink my mudslide, have a pondsider from Froozies, or dance the night away at Kitten's, I have to get through these grueling next three weeks. It's not gonna be easy, with the thought of the Lapham's view from their back porch creeping in my head, but somehow I'll get everything I need to done. And as soon as I do, I'm grabbing myself a drink and toasting to yet another unforgettable summer!

Andy Pandy

I never thought I'd get such an awful call as I did last Thursday. The day had been going great, I was in an unusually happy mood. I spent the morning running errands and soaking up the beautiful spring weather. The day was perfect.

Then I got the call saying that one of my good friends had died. I was devastated, destroyed, confused. I still am.

Andy was the last person who deserved this. He didn't always make the best decisions, but he always had the right intentions. Never did I see him in a bad mood. He always had a smile on his face and mischief in his eyes. I remember when we stayed up all night after junior prom, writing on people's faces who had falling asleep and stealing their belongings. It was all stupid stuff, but that's what we were best at. It is a night that I'll remember forever, not because it was "prom", but because it was a great fucking time.

I could always count on Andy to have fun with me and make me laugh. In high school we used to joke about the old "We Believe" posters that had a giant drawing of a green alien face on them. They were popular around 1996, about the same time as Dr Seuss hats, hackey sacks, and ying yang symbols-- the kind of crap you'd love to win from the arcade down the shore. We never stopped finding that stuff hilarious. Just weeks before his death, I had left him a message on his facebook wall saying "we believe". It was the last thing I said to him.

I wish I had taken more time to hang out with Andy these past few months, taken the time to do stupid shit and just have fun. It wasn't that I didn't want to, it's just that I thought there'd be more time. We always think there'll be more time. What I wouldn't give now to hear one of his trademark pranks calls or have him sneak up behind me and scare the living bejesus out of me. Luckily, this weekend I was able to catch up with a lot of people I don't often see. I was especially happy to see a lot of our classmates from CHA. I was so incredibly proud of all those boys that day. All of them there together, I finally realized how much they've grown up and what good guys they are. Eli, Mikey, Mike, and Drew gave incredible speeches. Others flew in from all over, taken time out from finals, just to be there. I had plenty of terrible things to say about CHA boys in high school, some of them probably well deserved, but I was so happy to have them in my life this past weekend. Like Andy, they were there to help me smile when I really needed it.

I hope that if there is one thing good that can come out of this, that Andy's death will remind all of us to keep in touch. We say all the time that we'll catch up, but we tend to let our reunions drag out or get delayed by other plans. I know its not easy to get together all the time but, I hope we start living up to our promises just a little more, because you never realize how much you want to see someone until you no longer have the chance.






R.I.P
Andrew David Hyman
May 9, 1985- Apr. 19, 2006
We love you and miss you

The World Is Ending

I'm sorry to send you the message so informally, I wish I could have sent out caligraphied notices, but I think its more important that you hear this news as soon as possible:

Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes had their baby today.

The alien child's name is Suri, which is surprisingly only a 7 on the Weird Celebrity Baby Names Scale. I guess Tom Cruise dropped some of his creativity on Oprah's couch with his sanity and pride. She weighed 7 lbs and was born with a full set of pearly whites.

Anyways, I've been fearing the birth of this child for some time now because, as you can clearly tell if you're reading this, I'm a huge loser who lives her life through celebrities and reality TV stars. But I never could have expected it to play out this way. I never even realized it was a possibility! But there is a delicious twist to this momentous event: Tom Cruise and Brooke Shields both gave birth on the same day!

For all of you who don't know, Tom infamously slammed Brooke Shields for using prescription medication to treat her post-partum depression after the birth of her first child. Tom suggested that instead she should have simply exercised and taken vitamins to relieve her symptoms. Good idea, Tom. I want to kill my baby but I'm sure a little vitamin C and a brisk walk will clear that all up. Riiiight.

(On a side note, Tom also doesn't believe in psychology, talking during child birth, or gravity. Ok, I might have made up the gravity part but, really, would you put it past him?)

Now, I would never go so far as to wish post partum depression on Katie Holmes because clearly she's suffered enough. And I certainly pray that Brooke Shields isn't afflicted again. But what I will say is that its a shame that someone with as much grace as Ms Shields would be forced to suffer through this condition while ignorant Tom Cruise cruelly criticizes her. Hey Tom, sorry but vitamins and exercise clearly didn't "cure" your homosexuality so I don't think it will work for post-partum depression either. How bout you stick with the cliff hanging and couch jumping and leave women's health issues alone.

Potty Humor

It astounds me that no matter how old we get it seems we all still have a great appreciation for toilet talk. My parents used to scold me for it as a child yet now I continually catch them chuckling at mentions of farts or poops. My friend Maggie and I send text messages to each other to this day with just "bowl movement" or "feces" written. We never do grow up.

My brother just might be the most immature of everyone I know, though. At 25 years old, he's still extremely fond of potty humor and feels the need to share every story he comes across with me. The most recent, however, is truly a classic. He called me earlier this evening with one of the funniest stories I've heard, which he originally heard from his friend Doug.

It turns out a female friend of Doug's recently went home from the bar with a very attractive doctor. The next morning he had to leave for work, but he told her she could let herself out since the door locks behind you. She was quite relieved to hear he'd be leaving since she desperately needed to do a "number 2" and did not want to have to do so with him still in the apartment. After he left, she grabbed a copy of GQ and took care of business. But as she went to flush she realized every girl's nightmare had occurred and the toilet was not working. Even worse, the water had drained out of it so it was pretty much a dry dock.

She jiggled the handle, lifted the top, tried everything to get the damn toilet to flush but nothing was working. Not knowing what to do and quickly panicky, she called a friend of hers for answers. The friend advised her to find a plastic baggy and "fish it out". Having no other options she took her friends advice. Everything seemed a-okay.

So, since she had a pretty good time with the sexy doctor, she went to leave him a little note before leaving, hoping maybe things would progress with him. She wrote him a short note saying she had a good time, left her number for him to call her, and headed out the door feeling extremely relieved.

OH SHIT!!!

The second the door slammed behind her she realized she had made the biggest mistake ever. She had left the poopy baggy next to the note which was now locked in the apartment with no way for her to get in and retrieve it.

So picture said doctor's face that afternoon when he comes home, feeling pretty good because he hooked up with a cute girl the night before, and sees a note for him waiting-- "Hey I had a great time last night. Give me a call some time. Love, Suzy"--
with a big giant dump in a bag sitting right next to it.

What could possibly be going through his head? The poor guy must think he hooked up with the most psychotic person ever. And the poor girl is never gonna be able to talk to a doctor again without getting a severe case of constipation.

So no matter how bad of a hook-up story you think you have, please remember this girl and, for the love of God, if you ever have to fish a crap out the toilet, be sure to take it with you.

Research Methods, Research Scmethods

I absolutely adore my Research Methods professor. Her class could not be more of a joke. Let's go over some reasons why:

1) Today, everyone in class got 5 points extra credit on our next exam just for showing up. Then, as she has for the last 4 out of 5 classes, she gave us an ultimatum: we could stay for class and go over bivariate correlations OR we could leave. She's practically begging us to leave. I mean, last week she said, "would you rather stay in class while I beat you with a metal rod, or you can leave early and I'll give you 50 bucks. Your choice." Hmmm tough one Dr. B...I'll take the metal rod.

2) Our first exam was postponed three weeks simply because we continually asked her to push back the date. We gave no logic or reason to why she should we just simply told her "we don't want to take it then". THEN we convinced her to let us prepare not one but two index cards to bring to the exam. Urline, Kristin, and I managed to fit three chapters worth of notes on those two cards. I got a 98.

3) We were supposed to have three exams, two research articles, one group research project, and a final but, because the test was pushed back so far, she had to eliminate the project and it's looking highly likely that she'll knock off something else too.

4)With the simplest prodding, we can get her off topic. I know more about her vacation to Greece than I do ANOVAs and Student's t tests.

5) She brings us candy... which is pretty much a guaranteed way to my heart.


Though clearly scatter-brained and a little out there, I absolutely adore this woman. On top of the fact that I am getting out easy on one of the hardest courses I'm required to take, I can actually go to her for advice, and I know she really cares about her students. Clearly, she just understands that not a single one of us wants to be in this class, so why torture us? After all, that's what grad school's for.

Hannah Dare Wyatt

This past weekend, my cousin Richard and his wife Meredith became parents to the beautiful Hannah Dare Wyatt. My grandmother is now a great-grandmother and my goofy cousin Richard is a dad-- crazy.

Speaking of crazy, Gweyneth Paltrow has further ensured that her children will be beaten up in school by naming her second child Moses. And the sad part is that, because of all the crazy baby names people have been coming up with- Apple, Rumer, Moxie Crimefighter, it wasn't until just yesterday that I realized Dare is Meredith's maiden name. Until then I actually thought my cousins had cruelly named their daughter after an American Gladiator. The cool thing is, though, that whenever Hannah plays Truth or Dare she'll be able to laugh at her provokers and say "psh, dare??? Puh-lease, Dare's my middle name"

But whats even better is that, even though he had nine months to figure it out, my brother had no idea Richard and Meredith were even expecting. This clearly had him really confused when my mom contacted him to tell him that "Nana is now a great-grandmother". For some reason, neither of the married cousins came to his mind, perhaps because we don't see them very often, so Freddie immediately assumed it was my newly engaged cousin Emily. "So that's why her and Keith got engaged", he thought. Ahhh how great that'd be but, unfortunately out of wedlock children are reserved for the Knox family, my Nana's relatives. Plus, I'd like to think that if Emily did get knocked up she'd have the decency to throw a full out white trash wedding before the birth so she could walk down the isle 8 months pregnant and 20 pounds heavier. Ofcourse the summer Cape May wedding she wants would be out of the question but a winter Atlantic City one is pretty damn close, am I right? Or we could just have it in my Nana's backyard in Roxborough and hold the reception on the front porch. We'd do a little cha-cha slide, drink some of John's moonshine, and then maybe I could get knocked up by one of the groomsmen and keep the tradition going. I mean, I may pay for 30 racks in change and hold out doing my laundry until I've gone through all my bikini bottoms, but I'm sure I could handle motherhood. Hey if Richard can be a parent, I think anyone can.

Update

Good- when Joe comes to visit
Bad- how I feel right now

My Obsession with Reality

Hi my name is Jane and I'm a reality-TVaholic. It started off slow-- a little Real World, some American Idol-- but as more shows premiere I find that I am unable to resist watching attractive, neurotic, self absorbed Americans humiliate themselves on national TV. Here's a list, in no particular order, of some of my favs:

1) The Real World: A true classic, I wouldn't feel so ashamed about watching it except for the fact that it progressively gets worse every season. I've actually said numerous times that I don't like this season's cast yet I still tune in religiously every Tuesday night. I think I secretly hope that it'll somehow get better and that these social voids will somehow become interesting. What happened to the racist, the bitch, and the homophobe? Has anyone else noticed that everyone is working way too hard to be PC and considerate of others' feelings so they won't be "that guy/girl"? Seriously when even MJ, the southern-accented football player, can't provide some bigoted remarks than something's just not right. The whole season I thought he was gonna hook up with Willie just to prove what an open-minded individual he is. It's time to up the ante, MTV: next season I suggest a conservative southern Baptist, a Howard University African studies major, a rich, gay Jewish New Yorker, bi-racial Siamese twins, Tom Cruise, and a saber tooth tiger. I think that would add some drama.

2) Trading Spouses: this show is genius. They actually stole a premise that originated on the Dave Chappelle show as a form of social satire and made it an actual series. Picture a CEO from NYC and a lumber jack from Huckleberry, Louisiana swapping families. Or an orthodox Jew and a stripper. There are several things that astound me about this show. First, that there are actually people this bizarre out there. Second, that the producers put these mentally handicapped degenerates in such dangerous situations. They'll put a member of the KKK into Al Sharpton's house if they think it will create some friction. Hmmm...maybe MTV should take some tips from FOX. But what really gets me is that in every episode someone inevitably refuses to do the smallest thing and, even worse, is absolutely shocked that the "new mom" would impose this rule. Ok I'll give some leeway to the earlier participants, but are these people not understanding the premise of the show yet? How did they not know what they were getting themselves into?

3)Laguna Beach: Young, rich, good-looking. Enough said.

4) The Real housewives of Orange County: AKA Laguna Beach Botoxed. Great to watch because you get the same egotistical millionaires but with the pleasure of knowing that although they may have more money atleast you still have your youth. Watch them get breast lifts while you do bra-less jumping jacks.

5) The Biggest Loser: After watching good looking people all week, your self esteem will inevitably need a boost. This is when you grab the carton of Ben and Jerry's and watch a bunch of fatties sweat and pant for two overly toned and tanned trainers. Relish in their humiliation and agony, and try to forget that in ten years you'll probably be twice their size. Ahh destiny how cruel you are.

Theirs many more shows I could add to this list but if I get started on Flava of Love I don't think I'll ever stop typing and unfortunately E! is running a Simple Life marathon in 5 minutes. Enjoy living, everyone, but I think I'll stick to reality.

Me encanta Madrid

I had my Madrid meeting today and they were finally able to tell us some of the last few details they were still working out. I filled out some forms, found out some dates, and got a good basic picture of what I'll be doing there.

We're scheduled to meet in Madrid on September 18 but, since we'll be traveling there independently, we can go earlier if we'd like. A girl I'm fairly friendly with is thinking of doing that, and I'm starting to think its not such a bad idea either. We'll be living in student apartments and since we probably have to pay for the whole month anyways we might as well spend as much time there as possible, especially when we don't have classes to worry about.

Speaking of classes, I'll be taking four, count em four, Spanish language courses and one art history course. The great part is that the language courses don't start until October so for the first two weeks I'll only have one course to worry about. Not that classes should be too much of a struggle anyways considering they're all pass/fail.

After getting the nitty-gritty details out of the way-- passports, cellphones, transportation-- we finally got an idea of the daily life there. Most of the conversation revolved around food, coffee, and sangria so I'm pretty optimistic that I'll enjoy myself. Plus, we'll have plenty of opportunity to travel, both with the art history class and on our own. I'm really hoping to go to Morrocco, though we've been warned that women can't go "unaccompanied". I can just imagine how angry my uber-feminist mother would get there. It'd be like watching MTV's Boiling Points except instead of getting a hundred bucks, she'd get stoned and thrown into jail.

Now all I need to do is find myself a summer job so I can finance this excursion. Looking at how much I'm capable of spending here, I don't know how I'm gonna cope in the "most expensive city". So if anyone's willing to donate to the Jane Goes to Madrid Fund, you know where to find me.

The worst week of my life

"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
-Office Space


This is pretty much how its been for me since I got back from Spring Break. Every week just gets worse and worse, with more and more things that I have to do. Just when I think I might be having a somewhat average, relaxed week, something happens to quickly shatter my hopes. This week, for instance, I was supposed to have two tests, one on Monday and one on Friday, and an informational meeting about my semester in Madrid, which I've actually been looking forward to. No big deal- totally manageable, right?

But then starting last Thursday my nice simple week started slipping away faster than Ruben Studdard's singing career. I first found out that, unbeknownst to me, class registration began Monday. I failed to realize this because not only are none of my friends registering since they will all be graduating this year, but I also had no need to figure out my schedule since I'll only be signing up for one class, "Semester in Madrid". However, despite the fact that I have only one class to sign up for, I still must meet with my academic advisor, who conveniently was switched to someone I've never met before, and my academic dean to approve my "schedule".

Then, to add to this glorious news, my psych professor tells us she's moving our exam to Friday, the period after my extremely difficult and lengthy history test. Now, I'm forced to not only study for these tests simultaneously, but also take them one after another and on a friggin Friday of all days. But, although it's inconvenient and certainly undesirable, I could still deal with that. Atleast I had all week to study for them both.

But what I just can't deal with is the fact that I've recently been sent an email about two workshops I'm "strongly advised" to sign up for, one on career searching and another on interview training. This is just great. Now I get to squeeze into my already jampacked schedule two hours to listen to someone further convince me that I will never get a job and that I will forever live with my parents. Who am I kidding? My parents hate me. I wish I could live at home. Atleast then I'd have running water and wouldn't hear gun fire outside my window, as I inevitably will in the squalor I'll call my home after I get the cashier job at Wal-mart.

On the bright side (yes I am capable of saying something slightly positive), next weekend is Easter. That means four days off, homecooked food, seeing my family, and wine, lots of wine. Plus, I'll be seeing my little china doll, my baby cousin Ryann. She should be walking now and I can't wait to see her running around, reeking havoc.

So maybe every week isn't getting worse. I still have something to look forward to. It's just gonna be a struggle getting there...if I ever do.