love that kid

My little brother Luke is so awesome, so thoughtful and so underappreciated.
That kid will take his shirt off his back for you. No questions asked.
I came home today to some gluten free cookie & cake mixes with the most adorable high school boy chicken scratch note.
And this is not the first time he's ever done something thoughtful like that, and not just to me.


Of course I love all of my brothers and sisters but I just wanted to sing his praises a little bit.

50 things!

Today's entry is inspired by Random Brain Syndrome. She wrote about a list of 50 things she wanted to do and it made me think of my own that I had written up a few years ago. I'm sure there were some really cool things in there I'd thought up, but it was all lost in the Great Computer Crash of 2006, along with the 50-page Microbiology lab notebook that I slaved over and had to re-type frantically in two days...

But anyway. I now know the importance of backing up important files AND I want to try and re-construct/ update that list.

Here's what I remember from the list, and what I want do to!
Over time I've removed some as I don't really care anymore. As I figure out what I want to do instead, they'll get filled back in.

1. Walk on stilts
2. Get my bikini area professionally waxed
(x) 3. Decide on a major
(x) 4. Fall in love
(x) 5. Take a cake decorating class
6. Learn how to play the piano
7. Be more outgoing
(x) 8. Feel confident in a bathing suit
(x) 9. Figure out what's wrong with me!
(x) 10. Climb a rock wall
(x) 11. Give blood
(x) 12. Get a tattoo
13. Learn how to change oil and a tire
(x) 14. Learn how to cook
15.
16. Milk a cow
(x) 17. Not wear jeans, a tshirt and tennis shoes every day
(x) 18. Buy a little black dress
19. Become knowledgeable in politics
(x) 20. Learn how to put contacts in
(x) 21. Own diamond jewelry
(x) 22. Get drunk.
(x) 23. Try some sort of illegal drug
(x) 24. Have sex in a car
(x) 25. Learn how to knit
(x) 26. Plan a potluck picnic during the spring
(x) 27. Watch the sunrise
28. Live in CA again
29.
(x) 30. Plan a wedding
31. Pose nude for art
(x) 32. Learn how to take a compliment
33.
(x) 34. Floss
(x) 35. Make my parents proud
36. Spend more time with my siblings
(x) 37. Make a 4.0... from now on
(x) 38. Build a custom home or re-do a fixer upper
39. Go fishing and catch something
(x) 40. Learn how to surf
41. Be able to communicate in sign language and spanish
42.
43. Buy my mom a car
(x) 44. Wear lipstick without looking like a whore
45. Learn how to dance with a partner
46. Be "the tooth fairy"
47.
(x) 48. Collect enough wine corks to cover a bulletin board
(x) 49. Buy and actually use a crock pot
50. Get published.
51. Visit a ghost town
52. Own a chicken that lays eggs
53. Participate in a demolition derby

grade-ness

I got a 74/75 on that psych paper I BS'd my way through. The TA even put "good job!" on it. I rock. In other grades news, I got a 57 on my ochem exam, but the class average was a 54 so that's not AS bad, right? Right. I would have made in the lower 60's but I completely stupidly bombed this one question that I realized after I got my test back that I knew how to do. Grr, I hate that.

Now I gotta do a scientific paper on Vitamin C, which there is no way to BS through and it is actually my kind of writing. The only thing is, the research and analysis takes a long time. Other than that, I can totally crank out a badass scientific paper. Although I did take an hour to figure out how to put the symbol for statisical mean, "X-bar" in a formula in Word, because I don't have that equations program uploaded. Thank God for Google!

I've also been on a fruit kick. I want to go to Fiesta (where it's cheapest) and get a whole shitload of fruit just to snack on. Today in biochemistry, the class where I get SO STARVING, I was eating an apple that was so delicious. I guess it was kind making noise kuz my friend turned around to look at me, LOL.

All right, happy writing to me...

HOME!

I've been spending a lot of time over at C's lately, and today I had a blessed short ochem lab, so I hightailed it home before traffic started sucking. It's another "California day" and it feels so good to be home! I've missed my bed and my cat (yes, the little pissing machine, I missed her), and my own coffeemaker, and all the little comforts of home. Yesterday we BBQ'd for my mom's birthday instead of going to church because she partied Saturday night, lol. C brought some of this deer sausage from this deer he killed. Boy it was good. But anyway I was like, wow I haven't been home in a while. So yeah, it's nice.

If I feel like writing I don't get to make blog entries over at his place b/c I have not told him about this. He may know anyway, but I'd rather not advertise it.

Since becoming gluten-free, I've had to find something to satisfy my cake cravings. Lately it's been ice cream. My new obsession: the dryers snickers ice cream. It tastes JUST like the snickers ice cream bars. It's so delicious! I make myself scoop it into a bowl or I'll sit there and eat the whole damn carton.

Well let me take advantage of this extra time to get my post labs done. Chiao!

random

So I spent most of my day cleaning. Cat Pee.
There is a spot that she "likes" to pee and I swear I've scrubbed it so many times but it still stinks. Effing cats man. When she kicks it I'm totally not getting another cat. This is ridiculous.

I woke up early (because of my sister's cat, which I'm TOTALLY not getting into now) and tried my hand at donuts. Since C has been on this donut kick I've really been wanting them. I've never really liked donuts, but I figured that maybe if they were gluten free I'd like them. Nah. I still don't like them. There's something about fried dough covered in glaze that doesn't appeal to me.

I had goals to watch at least one of the psych lectures today but it doesn't look like I'm going to buckle down and get to it. Meh.

T is having an apartment warming party tonight. I was going to bring her a plant but I forgot to go to that part of Walmart. I'm bringing her some TP instead. It may seem lame, but you always need TP.

Mom wants us all to go to church and breakfast tomorrow for her birthday. Hrm. I don't like going to church since they made the services all contemporary.

I'm kinda hungry and spaghetti sounds good.

life n stuff

Aww poop. I hate it when the blogs I like to read are put on "by invite only."

Anyway today is -for real- my first day of work. I'm kinda nervous but at the same time kinda whatever. I have to ask to leave early on Friday because of my ochem exam (which, by the way, I am completely unprepared for). I always feel bad about asking for time off because I'm so used to getting shit for it. If I do, though, at least I know right away that this job isn't going to work out.

Things with the boyfriend are back to normal so I'm pretty happy about that.

My insurance SUCKS and I keep getting bills for labwork and random crap that happened in December. The thing is, though, I called about one of them and the lady was like, "Oh yeah, you weren't supposed to be billed for that." Glad I didn't just pay it... sheesh.

Happy Hump Day Ya'll.

an open book

I am aware that this is a public blog and anyone can read it, stumble up on it, etc. If you google "jacobithegreat" my old xanga, youtube, deviantart, blogger, etc shows up. Even the comments I've made on other people's blogs show up. Nothing is hidden.

The thing is, though, I don't care if people know what I think, what I write, yadda yadda. I mean, if you go looking for it, you gotta be prepared for what's coming up. I got so sick of censoring myself because I knew that certain people would be reading up on me. Now, I haven't come right out and told anyone (except a few special ppl) about my new "venting spot," but it's not THAT hard to find it if you go looking.

I'm not trying to hurt anyone's feelings or offend anyone near and dear to me, but I'm going to write what I want to write and I don't give a shit if you don't like it, or even if you judge me based on a few words typed on a computer screen. Enough censoring. The truth is sometimes hard to know and I think that there should be more of it.

And you know, most of the shit I write is just that: Shit. Venting. Putting my thoughts and worries outside of my head. Not everything has a hidden meaning, just like not every song I put on my myspace page has lyrics explaining how I feel. What if I just happen to like the song??

But, in the interest of preserving others' anonymity, I will no longer use names. Maybe I'll come up with code names, OOh!

All right, enough of that.

P.S. I totally got an A on that biochem exam. Peeooww!