Jade’s Divine

There’s a book right here that’s entitled “God’s Playground: A History of Poland.” Whoever was here in the library before me I don’t know much about, but I do know they are probaby writing a final paper on the history of Poland, considering there are three other books about Poland skewed about. I just thought the “God’s Playground” part was pretty funny…

 Last day of school with helpful teachers, after today, it’s all up to the individual. There are no teachers for finals week, just test givers. *insert sarcasm* oh joy and rapture.

 You know how bored the apartment was last night? After Jeff and I finished screaming into the microphone and playing his guitar, we watched the national geographic and history channels as well as went to Bdubs for 35 cent wings. Then we decided to walk to the liquor store and purchase alcohol. Yeah….we ended up getting 4 bottled of Boonesfarm. We didn’t have much in our stomachs, so after two bottles we decided to save the other two for another boring night. I must say that drinking and watching the National Geographic channel about aliens was pretty trippy…we were paying attention to most of it, untill we busted out lauging at the situation we had painted for ourselves. Poor Kelly had papers to write, boo to that. 

As noted in the title of this post, my evolution and sociology classes are really tearing apart the idea of love and monogamy,  Thursday was the worst….I guess not everything is rainbows and lolliepops. crap.

 …this semester is almost over, merci beaucoup.

I can’t wait for summer, hopefully full of relaxing moments, kick-ass concerts, and a few adventerous short vactions (N. Manitou, Trail Riding, Las Vegas). Taylor said that other people are moving to full time and she’ll “try” and give me as many hours as she can, weak promises. I also cancelled the summer class, therefore I’ll have more time to enjoy with friends…I know I know I’m slacking in that department. I’ll make it up, I promise. haha

Popsicle stick joke of the day: “What language to billboards use?” after eating the frozen orange deliciousness on a stick it says to me: “SIGN LANGUAGE!”

A lot of things are coming to a close, but I’m nowhere near as ready.

Spring Fever keeps reminding me of the demotivator that says “The only consistent feature in all of your dissatisfying relationships is you” I’m too vain for this. And this is why I should never take a psych class, I would think that I have every mental problem that has an explanation for which I can relate to in some way. Kelly says there’s a word for it but can’t remember it.

I enjoyed my Easter, went to church, ate, and went for a relaxing horseback ride through grandma’s woods, much needed…if any of you are interested.

I hope yours was the same.

So the other night, when we went out for Taylor’s birthday, I had a lot of fun. However, toward the end of the night I was still feeling the stress of taking the one of the worst exams of my life. It was one of those tests where you even knew what one of the questions was, yet you couldn’t figure it out, and the teacher didn’t tell it to you during lecture and it wasn’t in the book…kind of like a make-it-yourself solution to a prediction of allelic frequencies in the next generation. bleh.

So after Jeff and I left the Stone, we decided that we weren’t done chilling out yet, so we went to the Bird. As we were there, I got one of those comments that just makes you feel ten times better. The waitress told Jeff as she was looking at my I.D. and myself, “she’s cute when she smiles.” That one comment from a stranger almost made the dreariness of my life fly right out the window. Words can be powerful.

I just thought that was pretty neat.

….this page is messed up and I don’t know how to fix it:(

Reading some of the stories out of Max Tucker’s book makes me think that……nevermind, I won’t go that route.

I watched the last half of “Green Street Hooligans” yesterday. Froto needed that ring.

Nikki’s 22nd birthday was last night, we got a little out of hand, in an entertaining way.

note: just now, Kelly told me a joke from her popsicle stick. Kelly: “What’s more dangerous than pulling out a sharks tooth?” Me: “What?” Kelly: “Giving a porcupine a backrub.” *blank stare*

we need better joke writers for the popsicle company.

I need to stop thinking so much and just let things happen as they may. I can’t force anything, that usually ends up with horrible results. A lot of it has to do with the couple Disney movies I watches this past week. “The Road to El Dorado” and “Happy Feet” full of dreamers and lovers. Then I think about my unaccomplished dreams and lack of a significant other and get depressed. But no worries, I’m young, right? Hell, my brothers didn’t get engaged till they were 30. Maybe I’ll just see the world alone for a while, but I’ll reserve an extra spot for any man that fits specific qualifications.

Today is April Fool’s day. Maybe it’s the fault of the popsicle stick writers that I can’t come up with anything creative or witty to do anything to anybody. damn.

The demotivator for this month in the kitchen says “DISCOVERY: A company that will go to the ends of the Earth for it’s people will find that it can hire them for about 10% of the cost of Americans.”