My life might be a sitcom.

tanning beds

2009-01-28T17:59:00.000-08:00

So after spending the night at Scott's, I woke up and went upstairs to say hello to his mom and his neices. School had been cancelled for them so Scott's brother brought them over so Nana could take care of them during the day. Those girls love me, and oddly enough call me Uncle Jen, because they're 3 and 4 and dont really get the concept. And in associating me with Scott, who they refer to as Uncle Dot... I get called Uncle Jen sometimes. It's fucking adorable. Unfortunately, all of this meet and greet took place at 6 this morning, after going to sleep at 3. So I was extremely..... not awake, and failed to realize I had been standing there talking to Deb with my robe mostly open and a boob damn near hanging out. I dont think she noticed (somehow).

I more or less laid on my ass for the entire day, because I'm still sick and the roads were unholy terrible this morning. EVERYTHING WAS CLOSED EXCEPT FOR IPFW. WHAT THE FUCK. Still had class, you betcha. FML. Anyway, Nothing fun really occured after the robe incident this morning. I'm kinda burnt, cause I just went tanning... And for that I will pay when I go to shower here in a bit. Hot water + sunburn = kill me now.

Also, this just occured... Parker knocks on my door, stands there, lifts up his shirt, goes WOOOOHOOOO and then slowly closes my door. Now he's taking a piss and sing-yelling. My roomate is a fruit. :) Part of why my life is indeed... a sitcom.

My psych professor

2009-01-26T14:55:00.001-08:00

If anyone happens to watch Southpark at all, you'll get a kick out of this.

My psychology professor likes to end his sentences with "M'kay" just like Mr. Mackie.
This girl I know from my last semester English glass is sitting next to me, and I lean over and comment on his intermittent Mr. Mackie-ism. She happened to be taking a drink of her pop right at that moment, and then proceeded to spew it all over the desk and the back of another girl's coat.

The professor wasn't enthused about the lecture being interrupted, so he asks "Mkay... whats going on back there?" This only made us laugh more, and I felt like somewhat of a dick for making her hack coke everywhere. Handing her a Wendy's napkin that was stashed in the bottom of my purse, she cleaned up the mess, and then we both eyeballed the back of the girl's coat. She didnt notice the spill on her jacket, and neither of us were about to speak up. So we left it. I guess that makes us both dicks, mkay? :P

Other than that, today was pretty uneventful. Went to the doctor, had them examine my throat, because my tonsils are nearly swollen shut. Didn't give me anything for it because it wasnt strep positive, so I get to sit around some more. I've had this throat thing goin on for nearly a month and there's honestly nothing they can give me? Clearly I have an infection of sorts, otherwise my tonsils wouldnt be ballooned up like pissed off puffer fish. I question the sanity of my doctor. Sigh.

General info:

2009-01-25T23:35:00.000-08:00

So, just some stuff about me...
I'm an art major @ IPFW (I Paid For What?)
I live in the Fort Wayne area.
I'm 19.
I ramble... a lot.
I refuse to buy pants anywhere but Platos Closet.
I love Waiter Rant.
I live with a guy named Parker, we used to date back in the day, and he needed a place to live after returning from Florida. He's a hoot and a half. And I needed a roomate after I kicked out Patrick, my ex-boyfriend. (That in itself was episode 1 of the sitcom, folks.)
I'm dating a guy named Scott. He's such a sweetheart, and kind of a dork, but I am too. And he's hot.. RAWR.
I love to travel. Anywhere and Anyhow. Planes, trains, and automobiles.
Blazing Saddles is one of my favorite movies.
I like to meet new people, but I hate that moment when you realize that the person you just met is not clicking with you at all, and they seem to think you are.
I worry unnecessarily about things out of my control. Then I have a cup of tea and go into deep denial and eventually forget about it. :) It's like forced amnesia, I love it.

First of many...

2009-01-25T23:32:00.000-08:00

Well, for the sake of an outlet, I suppose I can start a blog about .. anything, everything, the same shit anyone else will blog about.
I r teh special, however.
For lo, my life is a sitcom, believe it or not.
The goings on are sometimes sporadic, and flitting, and other times have the pace of a 1950s anthropological documentary...
But they will be well documented here. On a possibly regular basis.