my very first blog (everybody...."awwwwww")

So I should be in class but I got here too late to walk in like normal people do...on time. While I would like to believe that I am normal, sometimes, I get the sinking feeling that I'm not!! Quite alright- I'm more than happy with the way I've turned out and so are the p-units. (parental units) <---courtesy of my lovely niece, Stiney.

Everyday I take the train to school- a grueling commute that lasts about an hour. If I had a choice, I would be able to fly to school, or magically transport myself here so as to avoid all of the creeps that use the CTA, namely the red and the blue lines. Unfortunately, the world is not ready for my magically transporting contraption, so I'm pretty much stuck with some disturbingly smelly and odd commuters such as the man who sits in the back of the train car yelling "I'M A PIMP!!! I'M A PIMP AND YOU BETTER KNOW IT!" Or- I'm stuck watching the Michael Jackson impersonator who goes through the trouble of painting his face white....lol...actually, I kinda like him. There's also the man...or woman- haven't quite got it figured out yet- that simultaneously plays the violin, whistles, and does spectacular jigs that sound fantastic bc he or she is wearing tap shoes. TAP SHOES, ladies and gentlemen...tap shoes!!! The he/she gets an A for boldness. And who can forget our lovely scam artists or our occassional flashers?! I know I won't ever forget them; they have permanently scarred my mind with the most pitiful images. Thanks alot guys, 'preciate it.

Last night, my friend & I went to go see a new movie called "Hitch" starring Will Smith & Eva Mendes. The movie had its funny moments, but it was extremely predicatable and had too many of the same scenes...you know the kind....when all of a sudden sad, slow music starts to play in the background and the actors make speeches that were undoubtedly composed by the creative bunch at Hallmark. While it was momentarily heart-warming to hear Will Smith profess his love for the lovely Eva Mendes, I remembered that life is seldom like that, and it is movies such as Hitch that give so many gullible people the wrong idea about love. I can't blame them though, there really isn't much to go on these days. Even still, rarely do two people put forth the effort required to make something work, or even make something happen. But when it does work- well, then I suppose you should consider yourself lucky.

I would love to continue telling you what I think about Hitch and the people on the train, but frankly, my hunger takes priority at this point. I get cranky when I don't eat. And so, I am off to feast on a slice of pepperoni pizza, curly fries, and a large coke...the breakfast of champions, indeed. Smell you later, Nenny.

Ok I had to come back for a minute or two before lab starts to inquire about something. Who the hell authorized a snowfall? If you have any idea, I'd really like to know so that I may promptly deliver a swift kick in the ass to this person. Unless of course God authorized this dismal weather, in which case, I was totally kidding about the kick in the posterior. Even still, I believe a break from this stuff is in order. I don't even have my hat today :(

Enter Dr. Dye...and class will begin momentarily.
Breakfast was great in case you were wondering, except for the part when I managed to get myself ridiculously dirty...I am a very messy eater.
ok- more later...possibly.