Smooth Rides Are Boring

I just got back from a spring break trip to Arizona and there, I learned a very good lesson: how not to make friends with the staff at a resort.
The first day that my family and I spent at the pool, I went to get breakfast before hand with my sister. In this little cafe i saw that they had VOSS water which comes in these nice glass bottles. I have a pension for bottles so i bought one. Once we got to the pool, my sister started reading the pool rules which were posted right behind our seats and number 1 on that list was "no glass bottles". I put my bottle in my purse until a few hours later when the pool boy brought over a pitcher of water and plastic cups. The cups were blowing around in the wind so i took out my VOSS water and placed the cups upside-down on top of it to keep them still.
Around noon we went to eat lunch on the other side of the pool at the pool restaurant and towards the end, my sister finished eating and headed back to our seats (which we could see from our table). A while later, my mother and I looked over at our chairs and see 3 of the pool staff hovering around our chairs. Then my sister texts my mother telling us that my glass bottle had smashed on the ground when one of the waitresses had moved the table it was on. Of course our chairs were right in the middle of a major walk way and one foot from the pool edge, both of which were covered in shards of glass.
My plan was to stay at the restaurant until it was over with but my mom made me go apologize. We then spent a good hour helping to pick up glass pieces (mostly by stepping on them) and watching an old man vacuum the pool deck and the pool floor.
I essentially single-handedly closed down half of the pool b/c I ignored the pool rules. Let that be a lesson to you.

And Jessica Gets Minor Surgery at a Walk In clinic

I've had an infected ingrown nail for over a week (gross, I know) so when my Mom came to visit she took me to a walk in clinic.... and so it begins. A young nurse-man came in to get some information and take a look at my toe. He brought two little machines in with him. I could see that one was an ear thermometer but I wasn't' sure what the other was so wen he tried to stick it on my finger I blurted out "is this going to poke me?" (because in my eyes every doctor looks like Edward Needle-Hands trying to stick me with needles) and then he looked at me and laughed saying "no". When the nurse practitioner came in she informed me that shed have to remove some things and drain the toe... etc. and that shed have to numb the area... aka needles. aka HELL NO. She tells me that it will involve 4-6 shots and that I will feel them so... I go pale and require oxygen and anti-anxiety meds.
Those 4 shots hurt worse then any shots I've ever gotten in my arms (later the nurse told me that shots hurt worse in feet and I was VERY glad she didn't say that before I got them) and the pressure of the numbing meds in my toe made it even worse. I was all but screaming the whole time and holding onto my Mom's hand like I was going thru labour. I came close to fainting but didn't (I think Mom was proud) and after the shots I didn't feel anything else and was fine.

And Jessica Thinks Big

This past week my head has been filled with big, heavy thoughts about big, heavy things that I cannot comprehend or control. Thinking these things makes me feel more productive but its also very overwhelming. I feel like I've gone far and yet nowhere in my first years of college and whether I made progress or have been running on the preverbal treadmill, I feel as if I should be closer to answers. But with every inkling of an answer I find, more questions come with it... and so goes life.

And To Dust We Will Return

We are made from our environment but sometimes we don't fit into it.

BAHHHHHHHH

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1fKW0F/www.youtube.com/watch%253Fv%253DD2FX9rviEhw

I can relate.

My Retarded Valentine

My school is holding a Valentine's Dance. My COLLEGE is having a dance. A college with kids that wear tails, hats with cat ears attached, trench coats, and come to class shoe-less..... is having a dance. A CHAPERONED dance.

Enough said.

Hmmm

This video shows the winner of 2009’s " Ukraine ’s Got Talent,"

Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.




http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=vOhf3OvRXKg#t=00

A Suggestion If I May...

DONT SWEAT THE PETTY THINGS

DONT PET THE SWEATY THINGS.

Virginia Adventures

I didn't appreciate growing up in Virginia until I moved away. Isn't that how things always go?
As a young kid we had a creek in our backyard covered in vines and hidden by a small grove of trees and large bushes. It was the perfect place for imagination to flow and my friends and I to play. There were numerous stories of man eating turtles and two headed snakes that lived in the creek to keep us occupied. There was also a large "doughnut" bush that we could literally climb inside of and hang out in the round hole in the middle of the bush. Plus the dogwood tree that would give bloom to beautiful pink flowers.
As I grew up days consisted more of kissing under trees, eating McDonalds atop a friend's truck, chasing deer thru the woods, and hanging out in various parks smoking hookah. Any day could be made more wonderful by going to the lake, a park, or the woods.
For one of my birthdays, I went horse back riding in the mountains. Another year it was tubing down the Shanandoa (sp?). And one of my favorite days was when my family and I went apple picking in the mountains.
Now living in a dirty, crowded city I miss the open freshness of the forests and lakes. I never appreciated nature until I was taken away from it. My fondest memories consist of being out doors and, you can ask anyone, I'm definitely not the "out doorsy"type... but I do appreciate beauty and nothing can beat nature.