Jade’s Divine

yeah, that’s right….they make a list…loves/hates…….whatever the case, they do it. I see it everywhere. Due to my social nature, I want to do one to. Not just because my dear friends and strangers on the internet don’t know me well enough (which they do…excluding the strangers), but because it’s just another reason for me not to study for my history and psychology exams tomorrow. Also due to my concept of love from the Disney movies being forever sabotaged by previous classes, I won’t use it…plus hate is such a strong word

\\\\Things I’m a Fan Of////
friends
pajama pants
water…of any kind…
kitties
toilet paper
puppies
tooth paste
cuddling
contact lenses
kisses
thunder storms
people who give me money (usually pay day)
showers & baths
family
Tide or Gain…still kinda torn
sex

////Things I’m not a fan of\\\\
rude/obnoxious people
certain pajama tops
house fires
smelly roadkill
the lack of toilet paper
animal bites
dental impressions
shunning
eye surgery by light saber
collagen in lips
heat stroke days
being in debt
smelly people
that creepy uncle you never want to see at holidays..but forced to
losing socks while doing laundry
bad sex

Oh, don’t worry, there’s more. But why should I tell you when you don’t care. We also shouldn’t be getting off on too intimate of a level here…the stuff on this post is what, like second or third date material? and I didn’t even get a kiss out of it.

There is one final category, with only one spot filled….

::::The Things That Scare Me::::

To say that caffeine is partially involved in the start of this 4 a.m. post is an understatement.

Realizing that if all things fell together tightly and smoothly…without error…graduation for me could occur during the summer of ’08. Not really sure if that’s in the cards though, it’ll have to be discussed with my advisor. What doesn’t help is the fact that I really have no “one goal” after graduation when it comes to a career. When people ask, the usual response is “employed”

I’m not really sure about anything anymore…pfft, like that’s changed.

Long-term goals are easier to set anyway (not in consecutive order): own a house, pets, travel, husband, kids

See, these goals are deemed long-term because it doesn’t matter when they happen…well the kids part would be nice before my ovaries shrivel up…but there’s quite a bit of time before that happens. And yes Jeff you better watch who you say “tick, tick, tick” to, besides me, Rachel and Kelly.

Short-term goals: sleep, food, study/hw, exercise, work, friends

As you can tell, there’s quite a huge grey area between these two sets of goals. And it’s too ambiguous to set a narrow black/white path of how I’m supposed to do things. Who knows what’s going to happen tomorrow…or next week…or next month? toe jam.
There’s umpteen ways things could and probably will happen.

Tommy Johnson: I had to be up at that there crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Well, ain’t it a small world, spiritually speaking. Pete and Delmar just been baptized and saved. I guess I’m the only one that remains unaffiliated.

oye.

am I done with school yet?

This is me managing to screw up every opportunity that has been offered. The queen of ruining the perfect moment has just entered the building. My organized thoughts do not come out as organized as they sound in my head; perhaps it’s the fact that they are blurted out as soon as they come into my mind as somewhat of a coherent sentence. What’s worse is the fact that three out of four times this happens, I’m given that amazingly awkward silence; which in turn gives me time to think about what I said and also gives me a chance to mentally slap and abuse myself for making it sound like that.

…long story short: I need to work on my patience…

Even the excuses suck…

“If all else fails, immortality can always be assured by spectacular error.” ~Galbraith