Puerto Rico

I love Puerto Rico. It was everything that i had not imagine it would be.

I thought it would be something like a beach town, but it was not.

Today is thursday morning, but it was tuesday night that brings back the most memories - good and bad - all at the same time.

Maybe i was too naive, but i really had fun talking to the students, even though they might not be the 'best' crowd to hang out with because of their 'reputation' as a partier and player i suppose. but i was not asking for anything. just a chance to hang out with the students. is that so wrong? i am not that stupid as to fall for any of them, especially since i dont speak spanish. but truth is, they were pretty fun...just a couple of guys to hang out with. all athletics. good body. hahaha. and free flow of drinks...from the guys. hahaha

oh shucks. they even gave me a CD with their spanish rap to it. i am listening to it now and im reminded of that night when i went to his car to get the CD and sat in the driving seat of a spots car. of course, im not driving it. just listening to the CD.

im tired now. my thoughts are random.

till next time....

Stipulations

Life is very funny.

I ask for a favor, agreed to a deal, and now stipulations?

Boy, I wished life was simpler.

"Okay, I will get some things together for some night soon. So, I have a question. Can I add stipulations to this deal later on?"

Or maybe Im just worrying myself over nothing :)

Paid!

Happy exciting news!!!

I'm getting paid for my internship with OUdaily/Hub.ou.edu !!!

This calls for a celebration!!!

I never thought I would get paid, especially since my friend "voluntary" worked for them last summer.

So HA!

I get paid.

Life isnt that sucky after all.

***
People are done with finals, but I have three papers due on Tuesday for May intersession. Did I tell you how much I hate papers, and how I havent started till TODAY??!!! Shucks. But what a happy week I had watching Hikaru No Go instead!

Puerto Rico, oh, Puerto Rico, I can hear your breaking waves.

California Pictures!

Finally, after many many months of hiding in the computer, I opened up my California pictures, took a good look at all of them, selected the ones I liked, and edited them on Picasa2.

Fantastic program, I tell you. Fantastic.

Absolutely easy, when compared to Photoshop.

Of course, not as good as Photoshop but if saves TIME! Seriously, photoshop requires 1 hour per photo (for photo idiots) but Picasa2 requires 5 mins per photo! Oh, the time I save. *rubs hands in glee*

Below are the long overdue California Pictures!!! Woot!!!

http://picasaweb.google.com/danamea/California

Reminds me. Florida and Chicago are ancient compared to California. I should start working on them asap.

***

News Flash

I'm going to Puerto Rico!

Say what?!

Hehehe. For a travel writing class! Whee! Going to spent a week and a half there!

I got a summer internship as a Designer for OUdaily, the school's newspaper! Yay! My resume is building up. A little annoyed that I didnt get to be a photographer, but heck! Designer sounds cool too! Wonder what am I going to do - page designer/graphic designer/both? I would like both please! :)

Eating chocolates on a daily basis! Yay! High five for plump girls who dare defy conventional stick figures!

I am feeling wonderful! :)

Anime mangaspot!

I found out about Hikaru No Go on anime.mangaspot.com. It is about a boy, Hikaru, who has a spirit living with him after he found a GO board. The spirit, Sai, wants to play GO and through Hikaru, wins a game against a Akira, who is the same age as Hikaru and trying to be a professional GO player.

Problem is : Hikaru doesnt know how to play GO. Sai is a thousand year old spirit who is a professional at GO trying to play the divine hand through Hikaru, and Akira is a young genius at GO.

Therefore, Akira chases after Hikaru (or rather, Sai) and Sai wants to challenge Akira's father, Koyou Toyoa, at GO to achieve his divine hand, and Hikaru starts learning GO to chase Akira...

Hikaru No Go. GTO. Naruto.

The best anime that I have completed/kept up with so far.

Somehow, animes are useful in constructing story lines, plots, characters, settings, etc.

Totally useful and not a waste of time at all! ;)

Hehehe.

*creeps back to studying*

Friends

The little things that people do, are the ones that I throughly cherish.

I came home tired with a plate filled with stolen brownies. I placed it on the table and told my housemate to have some.

"Is that dinner?" he asked.

"No." I replied.

A few hours later, there was a knock on my door.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Why?" I replied.

"Just asking," he said.

"Not hungry." I answered. Suddenly, I perked up. "Why? Got food ar?"

"No lah," he said in a laugh. "Just that if you're hungry, I can cook maggie mee for you mah."

Chey!!!! Hahaha. But still. I like the feeling of having good friends around me :)

Company: Being Alive

Blow out the candles, and make a wish,*name* Want something, *name*Want something!

Dedicated to those who havent found their special half, are living a lie, and only half alive.

And for those who are afraid of having someone get too close, and those who cant make up their mind.

From the musical, 'Company'.
Title of song: Being Alive.

Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.

Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.

Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.

Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive.

Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.

Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.

Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.

Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=q3LkRNidF50&mode=related&search=

Watch it.

Writer's nightmare

You know you are starting to become a writer when ....


you dreamed of your greatest nightmare...





Deadline.


Yesterday night, I hurried to finish a story due on Monday. Fear and a little procastination has kept me up all night, editing and researching the facts in the story. Blame it all on me. I had procastinated until the night before the paper is due to start correcting my paper because I couldnt bear seeing all the red markings flying all over the paper. It was too depressing.

I dreamt that I had a paper due in one of my class. The class had a policy of not accepting any late work. I dreamt that I couldnt finish my paper. It is undone, and I couldnt hand it in and was doomed to get a B, which will affect my entire CGPA.

To summerized my writer's fear in order of the highest to the lowest.
1) Unfinished work.
2) Red marks.
3) Deadlines.

VT and OU

This is so stupid aka boliao...

On tuesday, my college had a lockdown...because of a bomb scare!

Before the days of Virginia Tech (if you dont know what it is, go KNOCK your head repectedly), bomb scare had never been on such HIGH ALERT.

Previously, all that happened when a bomb scare arises is a news report the following day on the school newspaper.

But tuesday, everyone went into panic mode...

For reporters, "Grab your cameras and run to X building!" Three students in my class (2 editors and one photographer) received a call and immediately packed their bags and left when the professor was still talking.

For engineers, "Lock the door! Which is the key? Use that (points) key!" Apparently, their class doors lock from outside, not inside. They have no windows either. Safety you say? None.

But my college doors lock from inside. However, my teacher said jokingly, "If a gunman comes, we will all pull out our cameras and start shooting pictures!"

Meanwhile, dear engineering cousin said, "If a gunman comes in class, I will be the first to die coz i am sitting right in front of the door. Or maybe if he is asian, he will take pity on me since im the only asian." Hahaha. I dont think so. Apparently, one victim from VT was asian.

So while enginneering students were panicking, the journalism students were having a whale of a time.
A: "Its just another scare. Just happens everything. In my high school, whenever someone wants to get out of class early, they write a few names on a paper and leave it in the toilet."
B: "Oh, in MY high school, ...."

Suddenly, everyone was trading stories about high school bomb scares. I just sat there thinking funnily, my high school never had a bomb scare. Worse come to worse, FIRE DRILL lah!"

It is everyday chats like this that made my realize the difference of growing up in a different country. Bomb scares are so common here, it flows over everyone thoughts like diluted liquid.

You know it happens, but you never think about it coz it always is a false alarm. After being here for a long while, i never thought about it too. But then, I never thought about anything. My brain is always filled with ... drifting white clouds.

But anyway, becoz of the VT incident, my school went on high alert and first thing in the morning, someone reported a gunman on campus. Below is a report on yahoo news. Read it. And oh, heck those hyper suspicious people.

http://www.sierratimes.com/rss/newswire.php?article=/news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070417/ap_on_re_us/university_bomb_threat&time=1176831105&feed=us


pls: Families, friends and special someones of the 33 (yes the gunman too) victims, you have my condolenses. To encounter a mass killing at such a scale is unthinkable - to imagine the pain and sorrow it brings is uncountable. 33 victims times 5 (say 2 parents, 2 siblings, ONE best friend) - 165 who are in mourning. But college students have a wide network of friends...add it all up...more than a thousand (excluding strangers) are experiencing loss and maybe unconsolable.

The world will come to rights again,
the pain will numb,
and sorrow fade,
but you will learn to laugh once day.

The Game of Risk

A Malaysian woman, "Christina" married a American.

How did she do it?

She was working in a hotal as a sales manager in Malaysia. Met the guy there, and talk (i suppose) business for an hour. He was in the military and left for japan. A while later, she received his postcard...didnt know who he was...but he called...and they became penpal.

Six months later, she went to singapore for a business trip. He called and asked where she was. She said spore. A few hours later, he called again and asked where she was. She replied irritating spore. He said where specifically. She told him. He met her and propose.

Four months later...they were married in japan...and stayed there for 4 years...

After that, they moved to America and stayed there for 6 years....and tata...i met them, family with kids.

Her story was very ... fast. Met one hour...penpal...and proposal. After she finished telling her story, and everyone around her was going...wow, so romantic... I was thinking, no. no. no. I will never do that.

The difference between me and her is risk. She is willing to risk it all...for a lifetime. I unfortunately, cannot. And that is my greatest downfall.

I wonder if life would have been a whole lot different if I had been able to take risks. But I didnt. So I let opportunities run pass me. Thousands and thousands...and i let it flow through my fingers. Did I regret it? Maybe. Maybe not. Because unlike her, I know what I want, and Im willing to wait, until I get it or ... not.

April Rain and Snow.

The time has come to start its end,
a time of infinite ages.
Destruction is strewn,
breaking boundaries.
And the power of fear,
blinding each person,
the survival is crucial,
until the end is done.

With seven colors,
shaped into a half arc,
a little boy,
comes out to play.
The earth is damp,
its opponent still strong,
but the making unfolds.
Battered flowers,
Sharp end twigs,
a puddle of water,
a splash of play.
A life pulsing,
goes unnoticed,
but for the crawlers,
nestled in a pot of gold.

Conflict of Boots, Eagle, and Man-on-Bus

Look at the grassy field of dirty, torn, and empty boots. Boots that you realized had meaning to them when you see a name tag attached to it. A growing horror that you tried to pretend those name tag didnt mean what you thought it meant. But it did. Names. Age. Title. It was the signs of the deceased.

The Boots were a sign of protest of war. The protest against innocent killings. Of taking away life, and leaving the living behind with a pounding wave of sorrow, helplessness and angsty.

I thought it was an act of honor, to showcase those boots, which were painstakingly organized into straight lines. I thought it was a great way to show the world that the Iraq war needs to end because innocent lives were being killed.

That is, until I met my friend.

Me: "Im going to take pictures of those boots."
Friend: "Why? It's a disgrace!"
Me: "Disgrace? But these are soldiers who died in the war, and we should honor them."
Friend: "Fine, but the event is about protest against war!"
Me: "So? I think war should be stopped."
Friend: "But these people join the military to fight. It's a disgrace to use their boots to protest against war. Why else do you think I'm in the Navy?"

I took pictures anyway, but I thought what Friend said was rather true. Still, I thought of it as a way of remembering and honoring the fallen. But at the end of the day, whether there were empty boots or full boots, I stand against war, protest or no protest.

***

There is a eagle on campus. A greedy little eagle that killed a pregnant squirrel by knocking it out of a tree to the ground and flew back up to another tree branch because the squirrel was too heavy to carry. Hahahaha. After 4 hours of spectacular show from the audience, aka ka po students, the eagle finally had the chance to eat his/her meal.

***

I thought I was smart when I left work half an hour earlier to head home because I was tired. After 10 minutes in the cold, the bus finally arrived. On its way to the Llyold Noble bus-stop, a man ran across the traffic light signaling the bus to stop. It stopped, opened the doors and the man got on.

The bus driver got mad and asked the man to alight. The man pretended to be stupid.

The bus driver got madder and said that he wont drive the bus until the man alight. The man remained stupid.

The bus driver got super mad and said he will call the police to come. The man remained incredibily stupid.

The bus driver finally calls for the police on his walkie-talkie. The man continued his stupid act.

Finally the police come.

Police: "Why do you want the man to get out of the bus?"
Driver: "Because he didnt get on at the bus-stop. He just got on at the traffic light and that's wrong."
Stupid Man: "But I'm not breaking the law. I just want to go to Llyold Noble Bus stop."
Police: "Now, the bus driver is the boss here. This is his bus and passenges are supposed to get on the designated area. You are causing trouble for the driver, the passenger and me. The driver cannot continue his journey if you are on the bus. Now, please get off the bus."
Stupid Man: "Oh Ok."

Sometimes, Americans are so stubborn and full of rules. It took them 20 mins for the entire situation to resolve. By then, I could have reached home just by walking. Instead, I was forced to watch the entire male pride exchange drama that took away my initial goal of reaching home early.

If only people could learn to give way, the world would be so much more efficient.

Eg. Bus driver should have just drive on if the stupid man refused to get down! Coz passenges are depending on him and of course, the responsibility falls on serving the needs of many instead of focusing on one. I mean, stupid man could have always been reprimanded later...

Or the stupid man could just have realized that, "Hello! The bus cant move because of you and you should just freaking get off because you are disrupting the route."

I hate stubborn people.

OK to marry at 21?

I think it's very scary that people my age are getting engaged and planning their marriage.

Oh my gosh, can you believe it? My mentality is just not up for it. It cannot comprehen the state of engagement, much less marriage, especially when I still a spinster. Hello. Any takers?

Imagine mere college students, planning for their marriage...when all I am thinking of right now is how to escape from parent's reach, get a lousy job, stay here as long as possible and ... maybe get a serious boyfriend a few years down the road. I mean...hahahaha...*cant stop laughing*.

By then, my friends will be having kids of their own just when I am starting to date. This is getting really weird. I am not used to it.

Lucky them, getting hitched in high school and now married by next year! Family. Kids.

At the rate my brain development is progressing... I think it will be a long while before I even consider kids! I dont care what you say, but I'm young. Young. I am barely out of the 'kids' world, no wait, I'm still 'IN' it. I'm a kid. I'm underaged. I dont care what you say, but i'm still a "kid".

Some things never change.

The Week After Spring Break

How did this happen? When did it go wrong?

Today is Monday. I am a very depressed, mad, angry lady.

I am depressed because two papers are unfinished. Interviews are not being conducted and i am in deep shit. And I have a test tomorrow that I havent studied for.

I am mad because I cant go the a basketball game. Because I didnt have the courage to ask a ride from a guy. This is so stupid.

I am angry because my friend is back in norman...and friend is disrupting my schedule, and my life. And is making feel very inwardly guilty because I am not spending time with friend...and I dont know how to do to say...STOP. I cant be anymore but just a plain, simple friend.

I am a very depressed, mad, angry lady.

I wish my semester is OVER!!!

I just want it to be summer...oh summer...

I still have TWO whole months before I am finally FREE!!!

Oh I hate my life...hate it...hate it...

And I'm trying to smile...smile...smile...

The crack in the door.

So... My friend, BK, came to visit me and stayed at my place for 2 nights. Since I dont have a car, I had to call up a few friends to see if they would take us out for food. Hahaha.

BK and I normally hang out in my room, on my SINGLE bed lying/sitting close to each other (no choice), watching stupid funny crazy youtube videos or just chatting about mindless stuff. We went to sleep quite late in the night, about 6pm the first night and 4pm the second night. Anyway, the next morning on the second day, I was still dead asleep when he came in, jumped right into bed next to me and woke me up.

We kissed, hugged, ....








Hahahaha...gotcha!!! Nothing happened...


But problem was, my door was not fully close and there was a crack in the door where the person outside could peep in. The person being MY COUSIN!!!!

I wasnt wearing my glasses since i just woke up, but i guess my cousin was very suspicious when she peeped through the crack. So she quickly knocked on the door, opened it wide and say, "What are you guys doing?"

I was sitting up with my blanket covering me and BK was lying down facing me. I still had my dazed look on. "Nothing," I replied.

"Just fooling around," BK said.

My cousin stood at the door for a few seconds, soaking in the whole indecency of the situation and finally, she said, "Oh, okay." And left.

BK asked, "Did I get you into trouble?"

I said, "Dont worry about it."

Dont worry about it being he didnt need to worry but I did if my cousin went back to malaysia and started telling tales... man, my family is so conservative that they would probably freak out and my reputation was ruined!!! Seriously, they would all think im a big slut, just because he was 'in bed' with me. I think Americans are pretty huggy-touchy type and they all are very chummy with each other. Such as, good friends always hugged one another when they are greeting, or happy or sad.

So then BK said. "Well, there shouldnt be any trouble coz I wasnt sleeping here last night. I was in the living room. I swear she saw me this morning."

I told him, "But the problem is, I looked asleep to her."

He replied, "Well, we were here together till late last night and there wasnt any problems, so why should there be a problem when its morning now?

I didnt know how to reply him coz i was either too tired/I was too sleepy.

Either way, I had to explain to my cousin what just happened. She didnt quite believe me. Then she said that she didnt see him sunday morning (the first day) at 10am in the living room, but she said she saw his shoes.

So i said, maybe he is in the bathroom. Cousin shook her head. So i said, then i dont know where he was. Cousin look suspiously at me and said, dont lie. She is implying that he was 'in bed' with me that morning, which was totally not true!

So I asked him where he was...he said, "The union." He was in school. He said his shoes were on him, and yea, i believed him coz I woke up and he was gone. I told my cousin but who knows she's thinking now. That was the first time she saw me 'in bed' with a guy. Plus he is a total stranger to her.

Well, im sorry to say that there is no place for two people to sit in my room together unless its on my bed, so tata - next time I need a couch.

And btw, there was no hanky-panky going on. Just to clear the air.

The Lost Boys

Eh, hello...

As of right now, I have TWO guys sleeping in my living room. Oh, I never told you that?

First guy decided to quit college, work for a little while and return back home. Problem was no college = no housing. Therefore, I decided to help him and my cousin and I out by asking him to bum into my apartment till he returns home for good. He has been staying here since august 2006, and well, he helps out by paying us 1/4 of the rent since he is staying in the living room. Hehehehe. Living room convert to room... no privacy of course. Benefit, rent is divided between almost 3 person.

Well, next up. American guy (BK) from Japanese exchange program decided to come visit and he doesnt want to call his parents to pick him up coz he wanna hang out with his friends (aka including me) in Norman. He was supposed to stay at his friend's house but ... er, I guess once his friend (JP) dumped him at my apt, JP was so tired that he didnt come back to pick BK up from my apt. So...tata...the living room again.

Personally I think BK should stay with his parents, duh, because his parents have been waiting for him to get back. JP has been running around like BK's host, fetching him here and there and later, dropping him off at my apt and having to go out of the way to come back to pick him up...well JP was too tired after 2 trips to and fro from the airport...and BK was supposed to stay at JP family's place, which JP wasnt so sure his father would approve....hmm, so another friend, dumped at my apt unplanned.

In summer 2005, a cambodian-french guy lost his passport, decided to visit his uncle in dallas and leave America from Houston ... after getting a temporary passport from Houston. He had everything ready, bus ticket to dallas included and tata...he was off! Unfortunately, the bus was full...which happens sometimes...and that meant he had to take the next bus. Well, he stayed at my apt for two days...always leaving and after teary/big hugs and cries goodbye in the morning/evening only to knock on my apt door later and say, "The bus is full AGAIN!"
Ohmigosh! Comes back and the procedure is repeated, until one day, I come home and he is gone. Tata!

I think my living room is pretty much like a cheap FOC motel for guys staying overnight...

Next time, I will start charging them cheap rates....muahahaha. Nah.

I think im too good..."Oh, no place to stay? Stay at my apartment then!" which only happens to guys coz girls are usually the good ones...responsible and all :)

Im original and funny...?

While surfing the net, due to boredom, I stumbled upon...

Disorganized schizophrenia! (I think its totally related to my previous post!)


Definition: (Applicable)
Disorganized schizophrenia is a type of schizophrenia characterized by disinhibited, agitated, and purposeless behavior.

note: I used to be disinterested until i came to the U.S. Now, im experimental :) I am very unmotivated. My purpose in life is currently having a good night worth of sleep. I am also unmotivated in doing or finishing homework or studying for test. (on second thought, it just might be the fact that im too lazy and i cant wait till graduation)

Symptoms: ( Partly applicable)
Delusions (false, fixed beliefs) and hallucinations (sensory perceptions without a source) are common in disorganized schizophrenia. Emotional responses of people with this condition are often bizarre and inappropriate. Lack of emotion and motivation, as well as the inability to feel pleasure, may occur with this condition.
Some of these symptoms are also seen in other types of schizophrenia. The characteristic distinction is erratic behavior, with ungrammatical or random-ordered speech.
Patients with disorganized schizophrenia are usually active but in an aimless, nonconstructive manner. Inappropriate grinning and grimacing are common. Behavior is sometimes described as silly or fatuous.

Note: I do not suffer from delusions (unless you call dreaming of a good life without working one of them) or hallucinations. Erm, as for bizarre and inapporiate emotional responses, I am not too sure about that. The rest are pretty relevant for me, except for inappropriate grinning(occasional. I do think of the world as my amusement park. hahaha.) and grimacing.

Complications: (totally not applicable for me!)
Suicide and self-harm are possible serious complications, as is loss of ability to work and function socially. Drug abuse is a major risk, and is found at a higher rate in patients with schizophrenia.

Note: Totally not me. I am a good girl.


What do YOU think?

If i could dignose myself, I would say.... i fall between the range of 30-60 percent. Muahahaha. Disorganized speech, hell yes! Suddenly, I feel so sorry for my career. Journalist, you say?

Stupid things

I am thinking of monday, when I had to pass up my paper, and realizing that my paper sucks. Writing 17 pages in 2 days with a lousy plot in attempt to apply the skills learned in class is a big time pain in the ass, especially when i didnt follow teacher's instruction. What the heck was I thinking?

I am thinking of tuesday, when i didnt have proper time-management, and i had to ask my teacher to help me photoshop my image when the exam was ending, and he calmly did it, even when the next class started, and his stomach was growling, and the other teacher started lecturing, and i was still trying to finish up my exam, and i think my teacher was rather pissed.
And later in the evening, i had to accompany my friend to jump, walk, and smile cheese all over campus ground, and eat oh-gosh! fantastic chicken rice at a friend's house, and gasped watching a malaysian malay couple kiss in the elevator on youtube, and coming home late and suffering from sleep deprivation, which is a cont from sunday night.
Pls: It is illegal for malay couples in msia to kiss, touch, hold hands, or doing affectionate in public. Plus, since the youtube was a middle aged man in a suit with a younger woman, i doubt it is morally right, as in er, adultary/cheating on your significant other! If not why would they kiss in the elevator?

I am thinking of Wednesday and how stupid i sound while conducting an interview and how i didnt know how to structure a simple question, which happens very often in real life.
E.g. If im thinking, "what attributes in a person, which you consider to be a model, influences you the most?"

I would say, "er, what kinds of attribute in a person...that you find...er....attractive...i mean..attracted to."

*someone just kill me...argh* It sounds like im asking a really private question.

So today is thursday morning, and im sqeezing my eyes, thinking, 'pls stop thinking...stop thinking...above all stupid things i have done this week.'

Three Wise Men

The third post in a single day. A little too much, but I had to separate them because the topic was so different.

What do all the three men below have in common?

(Above) George Bush Sr. picture taken from a projection screen today that is broadcasted from Catlett Music Center to Reynolds.

(Above) Clearest picture of Al Gore taken with a Canon sd600! while seating miles away in Lloyld Noble Center.

(Above) A bigger picture of Al Gore with the band in the foreground and the crowd in the background. Also the record-breaker for the highest student attendence for attending the VIP guest speaker event.

(Above) Former Mexican President Vicente Fox in salute as a Mexico flag bearer walked past.

So what do these three men have in common?

Ans: They all came to OU!

Al Gore *I was in the Air Force for 15 years, and now, I have to be inspected when I board the plane.

George Bush, Sr. *How did I get made to be a hero? They sank my boat!

*Quotes are from memory, and are not completely accurate, but they get the point (of the joke)through.

Flu Bug

I have been dripping mucus from my nose non-stop. It began in the morning and no matter how many time I sniffed, the mucus kept collecting until it hung at the tip of my nostrails. Very irritating, you might say, especially in class.

So for the entire day, I spent countless trips to the restroom to steal long wads of scratchy toilet paper. I blew and blew and blew until my nose hurt around the sides.

The good part was, it only affected my left nostrils. The worst part was, not studying for tomorrow's test and instead, engrossing myself in a storybook! Despite my lack of focus, I never felt such peace (excluding the flu) in my life.

I'm coming home...