Catch up

It's been a little second since I last wrote, but I have been preoccupied. Tomorrow I leave for Iceland/Boston/Maine. How exciting. Last week I was more than a little overwhelmed with stuff but I can now say that I have completed general chemistry not once, but twice. Thats something not everyone can (or should) brag about. I feel I did significantly better on round two. Let's recap the last week's events.
Last Friday was the Jasch-man's birthday. As Anneeth put it, he is old and salty... he is brine. Well, I happen to like salty so good for me. On the Wed. before the big day, Jascha, me, his sister and brother-in-law all went to Fogo de Chao. It was delicious again and Jascha had a good showing. I believe it was lamb chop 17 where he decided to slow down. If you think that sounds a little gross, trust me, it was. Yet impressive all the same. Then on Friday we went to Jascha's sister's for a delightful meal. In an attempt to show I am not domestically challenged, I made a cake. Let's just say, I should have bought something. While I think it went down rather well, it's presentation was lacking something. I'd say stability was the main problem. My problem is I lack the patience to let anything cool. It was too hot to take out of the pan so it fell apart kinda. I put it back together, and iced it and it looked nice. Then on the way to his sister's house, I notice the cake was seperating. A huge crater formed in the middle. It looked like the seperation of the America's and Europe. Two thanksgiving candles later, it was a mess, but it sure tasted good.
We then went bowling where I bowled nothing noteworthy. A bunch of friends showed up. I think it was a delightful time. I hope Jascha felt the same.
Then it was on to Mother's day. I scored big with a nice dinner reservation, a nice brunch reservation and an even better present for Mom. We had a slumber party and then went to see a play, Lost Land with John Malkovich at Steppenwolf. Again, delightful.
Next, study time. We can fast forward to Thursday after the test.
I approached my professor after the exam, stated how I enjoyed the class, and asked if it might be alright if I emailed him in the fall about a letter of recommendation for medical school. He looked at me and asked, " Are you a regular student or..." I said, "No, I'm a post bac." He said, "Ohhhh...so you really don't have anyone else to ask then." What kind of comment is that to make to someone who is asking you for a recommendation. I felt stupid enough asking someone who clearly doesn't know my name for one, but he sure didn't put me at ease. The sad truth is, as far as science professors go, I don't have anyone else to ask. I don't know how anyone gets known in a class of 100 people except by being obnoxious. Maybe Ill try that next semester for orgo.
Lastly, this weekend was another one of leisure. I did laundry and got excited about my trip. I overpacked, but nothing can be done about that.
So...I anticipate having internet access while I away and I will do my best to post a thing or two. Otherwise you will hear all about it in my epic tale, "Jenny and the Trolls of the Blue Lagoon."

Chauncy

I am overwhelmed and a little emotional over the outpouring of support for my blog. And while most of you were just stroking, rather, molesting my ego, I appreciate it. Because you love this blog so, I will continue to write, continue to shower the world via the internet with my love and insight.
On another note, I am planning on moving this summer and I need some suggestions as to where. I'm staying in Chicago, but I need to leave Lakeview, at least the part of lakeview I am at. I'm thinking Roscoe Village. However, Bucktown and Ukranian Village are not out of the realm of possiblities. Logan Square is also nice. Anyone who has insight on some of these areas, please, let your thoughts be known. I'm just tired of paying too much for too little. My place is fine, but I pay too much. I refuse to pay for parking anymore. I don't want to hear sirens and construction all day and all night. I want some space. I want different types of folks livng around me. Am I asking for too much? Perhaps. But that isn't going to stop me from asking YOU for your help moving me come this hot, humid, sticky, moist, damp, uncomfortable July-August. So be prepared.

Iceland

For those of you who don't know, I'm going to Iceland mid May. I'm really starting to get excited. There are a lot of things I have to do before I go. Here are some of those things.
1. Study for quiz and final exam in Chemistry.
2. Celebrate Jascha's birthday at Fogo de Chao (ie big meat place).
3. Take quiz and final exam for chemsitry.
4. Celebrate Jascha's birthday with his sister, brother-in-law and brother-in-laws family
5. Find a dress to wear to the weddings I have to go to this summer.
6. Clear up/ wrap up work stuff.
7. Rent a car for Iceland.
8. Decide how I am getting to the airport.
9. Meet with premed couselor to schedule my future.

This might not sound like a lot, but perhaps I am easily overwhelmed. I feel like Jesse Spano in the episode we all know and love where she takes the speed to stay awake. Sometimes I just want to yell, "There's no time. There's never any time! I'm so excited! I'm so excited! I'm so, so, ...scared." Though I'm not really scared because I'm not on drugs. I just need some more time.

Things I will be doing in Iceland:
1. Going to the Blue Lagoon
2. Exploring Reykjavik.
3. Visiting the many hot baths around the area.
4. Going to Grundarfjordur
5. Visiting the penis museum
6. Driving along the countryside
7. Going on a fishing boat
8. Eating rotten shark
9. Drinking Black Death
10. See some elves
11. See some Puffins

I'm pretty pumped. In a conversation about what to do while we are there, Jackie and I were discussing going on a fishing boat. Spending some time out at sea, smelling the salty air. However, my dear vegetarian friend lamented, " I just don't think I can watch the slaughter of fish." Hmmm.
Regardless of a fishing trip, Jackie and I are gonna have a grand ole' time and have some stories to tell when we get back. Maybe I can even get her to eat some meat.

What a stupid blog

I hate my blog. Im about to endulge in a little self loathing, so if you aren't interested in my pity party, I suggest you check back in for my next entry. Every time I look back and read my past entries, or just the subject lines, I realize I hate what I have written. More so, I hate that whatever I choose to write about, let's use bangs as an example, was the most interesting thing I had going on that day. I read other people's blogs and they are all pretty funny. They have witty conversations to retell or strange dreams or enlightening observations on life. Me, I have bangs. Well, I don't have bangs, but I have the inner conflict of whether on not to get bangs. That sucks. And now, I have spent another entry on bangs. Im sure Ill hate it in about 5 minutes.