Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Burn in Hell PC

OK, so I lied about the whole last post of the year thing. But in light of recent events...



I hate PCs. Hate them, with a passion. For the 5th time since I've owned a Dell laptop (a wopping total of 5 years), my computer has crashed. For no particular reason. No virus, no droppage, nothing. Just done, over, crashed.


I was being all sorts of studious last night when, all of sudden, the blue screen of death (BSoD) appeared on my PC. (see above)

Relax Jen, this isn't really happening. And this definitely isn't happening during midterm week.

O.. wait.... yes it is.

The BSoD informed me that my computer was performing a "physical memory dump." After several fits of giggles, I pondered what this actually meant. O, that's my physical memory you're dumping. That's my anatomy lectures, pictures, contacts, and music you're dumping.

After I came back inside from picking my computer up off the ground, careful not to step on any of the broken glass, I attempted my own troubleshooting for an hour before giving up hope. The dump was complete.

I have now vowed revenge against PC and swear I will never sell out to its user-friendly Windows applications ever again.

Fortunately, my stepdad was able to salvage the important stuff from my harddrive... documents and pictures. Now I have to ship the PC back to Dell, have them fiddle with it for 6 weeks, call to tell me it'll be another 6 weeks before they can ship it back, and finally have my computer returned to me as a clean slate in about 15 weeks. I'll play the game and ship it back, but I'm now on the prowl for a Mac. A nice shiny new one that doesn't have a BSoD.

OK, I'm really leaving this time and studying for midterms. No posting til after the New Year, really. Let me know if anyone has any suggestions for buying a good Mac though. I'll read all about it when I return.

O, and I also lost about 1500 songs in this ordeal.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

For Auld Lang Syne, Me Dear

In the spirit of the holiday season, also known as midterm/finals season, I've enlightened all of you on what you can be doing instead of, well, anything you're supposed to be doing.

Top ten ways to procrastinate:

1) paint your toenails
2) find funny new videos on youtube
3) check everyone's away message on AIM 5 dozen times - especially those that just became unidle (you do it, don't lie)
4) do a set of crunches, because you decided now was the time to "get back in shape"
5) play computer solitaire/minesweeper like it's 1995
6) flip through some old pictures - the kind you now keep in a bag, before you got that digital camera
7) burn themed CDs
8) read the 8 blogs you check on a daily basis
9) pay your bills
10) daydream of a Sunday morning at 2am after just leaving the phyrst, standing outside canyon with your best friends as you all perform a repeat of the "green alligator" song while waving to 50 as she drives by (ah undergrad)

Feel free to add.


I, on the other hand, will bid adieu until after the New Year (god-willing... I HAVE to study). About 8 hours after my last midterm this week, I shall be embarking on another adventure in my life. With my blank passport in hand, I'll be traveling to Malaysia with my wonderful guy for Christmas and the New Year. (just for shits and giggles) I'll take tons of pictures and share all the fun and exciting things we did when I get back.

Til then, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Maybe

So I'm back to my whole "wanting to be a doctor" routine. And then I walk into the restroom outside the main lecture hall at school yesterday and find 2 first year med students sobbing because they just failed some sort of practical and don't know what to do with their lives because medical school is the most horrible thing in the world and they simply cannot go on any longer.

Sigh.

So about that Master's.

Then again, maybe I'll just be a doctor because it's what I'm "supposed" to do. Maybe there's nothing else I should do. Maybe I like to torture myself with near-failure. Maybe I enjoy teetering on the edges of nervous breakdowns. Maybe I find Anatomy lab oddly arousing. (kidding) Maybe I can never take the easy way out. Maybe I enjoy the challenge, and the satisfaction when I do succeed, however rare that may be. Maybe it's just that one time that's worth it. Maybe if I didn't do it, I'd always wonder if I could.

Maybe I should write after-school specials.

Maybe I should just make up my mind, suck it up, and be a big girl about it all.


I promise I'll be less serious next time. Maybe.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

O Family

Thanksgiving. A time to remember all the things you're thankful for, a chance to spend quality time with your family, an excuse to deep-fry a turkey, and the setting of the annual family beer pong tournament.

This year's Thanksgiving had many a milestone in our nice little dysfunctional family. I'd like to say that the milestones included deep-frying a turkey, and getting one of my younger brothers wasted, but alas, these things have been done before. No no, this year's milestones included a trophy for the winners of the annual beer pong tournament, my grandmom taking a guest shot in the event, and a little more skin shown than I care to remember.

I was unfortunately not present at last year's 1st annual family beer pong tournament, and so was a virgin to the debauchery that was about to take place. After much singing, eating, dancing, spilling, singing, drinking, mooning, singing, and eating, everyone fell into a nice drunken-induced sleep and the trophy (a matching pair of beer pong champ belt buckles/bottle-openers) went home with Christine and Barba.

Good times all around. I only wish Andrew had thrown up on the front lawn again like last year. More Photos



Mom and Ryan


Everyone

Sunday, November 19, 2006

What Up

Apologies for my lack of posts this past month for all my avid readers (all 3 of you). I've been fairly busy with finishing up the first term finals, and starting a new set of classes for the second term. That being said, not much has happened over the past 3 weeks.

I did manage to make it up to Happy Valley for one last weekend before the end of football season. Had a blast of course, from what I can remember. (No mas tequila)

Besides that, I've been buying books, processing more loans, cringing as I look at my finals' grades, taking pop quizzes (lovely anatomy), working with cadavers, watching an unhealthy amount of discovery health channel, and flip-flopping on a daily basis of my "should jennifer go to medical school?" dilemna. It's all been quite fun.

I did receive a couple Colorado care packages the other day from a certain Colorado boy, filled with chocolate, school supplies, tylenol pm, and the Vaily Daily, which made the week all that much better. It made me think about what I was doing one year ago. I was anticipating Vail's Opening Day, and getting ready for the potluck Thanksgiving at my place. What a difference. My worries one year ago were, "was my ski pass going to get here in time?", and "will we have enough booze for Thanksgiving?" I can't say I'm disappointed that I have different worries now, I'm glad for the direction I have in my life. But, wow, I was on vacation for a year. I didn't quite grasp that until I left Vail and moved back into the real world. I miss it, but wouldn't change where I am now. (Well....)

Ah, now that I have that mini-revelation out of the way, I'm off to bed. Happy Thanksgiving to all, if you're in town for the holidays, give me a call. (No more rhymes now, I mean it! Anybody want a peanut?)


I crack myself up.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Vivid Dreams Part 2

So as I pointed out in a previous post, I have some pretty fantastic dreams. They tend to reflect whatever stress is causing me ulcers at the present time in my life. For example, I've had many dreams in undergrad where physiology professors were trying to kill me. I've had dreams of rejection from Grad schools. I've had dreams about breaking my leg and not being able to ski the rest of the season. I've had dreams about friends, family, guys, pets, school, love, heartbreak, skiing, swimming, drowning, flying, running, walking, throwing snowballs at previously mentioned physiology professors, work, pouring beer for drunk guys, getting yelled at by angry cell-phone-using customers, rejection, acceptance, success, failure ... some good, some bad.

As I've been studying for finals, I've noticed a dramatic increase in the intensity of my dreams. This doesn't come as a surprise. But where the hell do I get these things from??? Not only are they intense, they cause me to seriously consider psychiatric help. For instance, I've been a bit hung up on my Blood Coagulation lecture. It's not so much as difficult, as it is filled with a lot of detail. Lots of memorization, lots of minor discrepancies between one pathway and another. So, naturally, I dream about taking my Biochem final and bleeding to death internally while I do so. My professor tells me that if I can name the deficient enzymes causing me to bleed to death in front of her, she'll consider giving me an A, and calling 911.

What does all this mean? I'm not too sure. But, clearly, I'm going to scrutinize over the decient enzymes causing various forms of Hemophilia, and I'm going to make damn sure not to bump into anything between now and the time of the exam.

I can't wait for finals to be over, mainly because I have the potential to die many more gruesome deaths. I still have hemoglobin, antioxidant, and blood protein lectures to get through. And don't get me started on Immunology. (I've already been infected with several antibiotic-resistant bacteria and have succumbed to many new viral strains) Happy Halloween indeed.


And you're a loser if, when you read this, you thought of at least 3 deficient enzymes causing Hemophilia. But you're a loser that should come study with me.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Because Studying for Immunology Sucks

This one's for you Andrew... not really, but you were on to something with the whole procrastination bit.


I'm diving into week 11 (I think??) of this so-called school thing I've been trying out again. It's been quite a ride thus far, and I've only just started down the first steep hill. There are many more loops and even scarier ups and downs ahead of me. (analogy eh eh) Which brings me back to the daunting question I keep pushing into the back of my mind: Is this really what I want to do for the next 6 years?

Finals are quickly approaching and I'm going out of my mind once again. Sure, I've been doing pretty well so far. I'll even go as far as throw out the fact that I've received a couple A's (I know, right). But those A's were hard-earned, as were the B's. Countless sleepless nights and a gajillion ounces of Wawa hazelnut coffee later, and I'm barely pulling the low A or B. Which means I'm not about to lighten up my study load when it comes to the finals. Leading to the whole "going crazy" point I started with. Going nuts comes with the territory. For those that knew me in undergrad, you realize this about me and chalk it up as normalcy. (Maybe not when it came to the last physio final - that was a bit extreme - I believe I did not sleep for literally 3 days)

Apparently others are noticing my eccentric studying habits and I've been told to ease off a bit. Sorry, not going to happen. Yes, I also see the bags under my eyes, yes I know I've been getting upset over nothing, yes I know I don't sleep. But this comes with the medical field. I knew this going into it, fully prepared of what was going to be demanded of me. I do have outlets. I allow myself to go drinking one night a week or so (with my mom - my favorite drinking buddy - hi mom!), I run every day, I usually do some form of yoga or stretching exercise everyday, I make the occasional trip to Happy Valley, and I make fun of the tools in my biomed class (quite possibly the biggest stress relief of all - but that's another blog entry for another time).

For now, I guess I'll extend the pre-apology for anything that I may say or do as a result of my insanity.

Good news: Justin gets into town in just over 3 weeks. He's here for an entire week over Thanksgiving and I can't wait to spend so much time with him. It'll have been 4 months by then and his timing couldn't be better with finals just finishing up. From there, it's Malaysia with him over Christmas, and before we know it, it'll be March, and we'll be living together. (Aren't you excited love?? ha ha ha)


And for those that are interested, the weekend of Nov 11 (Temple game) is the weekend after my finals. I shall be gracing Happy Valley with my presence. Everyone else should also. Til then, I'll leave you with this photo, as it is one of my favorites.


Katie, Laura, and Zack. Fall 2005. Homecoming Weekend.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Sweet Sweet Wonderful Undergrad

Maybe it's because I haven't been social with anyone or anything for about 8 weeks, but this past weekend was one of the best Penn State weekends, EVER. I know, bold statement, but it truly was.

I finally arrived in Happy Valley after a 5 hour drive (should have been 3.5) on Friday evening. I walked right to the cafe where I proceeded to down a much-needed ice tea pitcher. Ah undergrad. From there, tons of alumni and the "formerly under 21 but now old enough to drink" crowd started to creep in. Closed the cafe, got canyon, went to bed at 4am.

Saturday, I happened to, literally, stumble upon a student ticket laying on the ground. (Thanks Larry!) Went to the game, got a white towel, it rained/iced, pregamed with shots of tequila (ah undergrad), went to the cafe, closed the cafe, got canyon, went to bed at 4am. I'm detecting a pattern. I'm sure there's lots of detail in all these events that I just don't remember.

It was a great time and I can't wait until I feel like not studying again and calling on a spontaneous trip to Beaver Stadium. (I should note that I am now royally screwed for my exam next Monday and really have no money now) Below are a few pictures from the weekend, but more can be found in my nifty little yahoo photo site under the Penn State album.



I think this is my favorite Company 20 picture of all time. I know, once again, bold statement.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Ah, yes, the annoying cell phone user


There are some things that just irritate the hell out of me. Like when people use the word "heart" to replace the word "love" when in reference to something they care about. (i.e. - I "heart" whatever it is that is not important enough to warrant the word "love") Or when someone uses the word "irregardless." (No such word!) Or really damn slow drivers in the left lane of the freeway. And what prompted this post, people who use cell phones in very inappropriate places. In this case, restaurants.


Since I've been waiting tables since I was about 5 (alright, more like 17), I've had the pleasure of observing this irritation on an almost daily basis. For the past few weeks in particular, a woman has been frequenting the little pizza shop I work at. She comes in for lunch at our busiest time, while on her cell phone. She proceeds to seat herself at a table and continue the conversation she started outside. I'll approach her, hand her a menu, at which point she'll "shoo" me away. "Shoo" me away. She obviously does not know who she's dealing with.


Several minutes later, she'll wave me back over to her, tell me that she wants a water with lemon, but not too much lemon, a spinach wrap rolled very tightly with extra pesto may, but not too much extra pesto mayo. She then tells me to be "fast" about it because she only has an hour for lunch. These orders are barked at me intermittently, because she is of course on her cell phone with someone that must be really important. She then proceeds to make a dozen other phone calls during lunch, in order to disturb everyone else around her and ruin their lunches also. I squeeze every last lemon we have into her water and use the world's supply of pesto mayo on her wrap to prove my point that I did not understand anything she told me.


Granted, this woman is just a bitch and the fact that she's on her cell phone while being a bitch may just be a mere coincidence. However, I find that people are getting less and less patient with cell phone talkers. I was in line the other day at another restaurant, waiting to pick up an order. The guy in front of me was on his cell phone and not paying attention to the cashier. The cashier proceeded to ignore him, and helped me instead. He immediately put his cell phone down and said, "Hey, I was here first." The cashier looked directly at him and said that she would help him as soon as he stopped talking on his cell phone. Needless to say, the guy left. Talk with anyone in the service industry though. You're less likely to be helped, whether it be a restaurant, a clothing store, the bank, etc., if you're on a cell phone.


There's been so much uproar about the anti-smoking ban that was recently put into action here in Jersey. I've already seen what's going to happen. People suck it up, and go outside to smoke. Colorado's had the ban in place since the end of winter. But I say we have an anti-cellphone ban. I guarantee it would get much more support. And, yes, some phone calls are very important and have to be taken. Go outside. The smokers want some company.


Why talk on your cell phone during your lunch hour anyway? Isn't it supposed to be your lunch "break?" Stop kissing Mr. no-so-important's ass and talk to your colleagues that are actually at the table with you.



God, I must be getting old. Look how long I can rant for.

Monday, September 25, 2006

And after 4 hours of not studying,

I think I'm satisfied with my blog's facelift. 4 hours because I know nothing of creating web pages and so I have to read everything before I can make a change. Which I end up scratching in the end anyway.

Now onto the urea cycle...

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Mid-makeover

Isn't she pretty? She's not all there yet, but a little spruce-up seemed in order. The title change I think is appropriate, and I figured I'd take a stab at developing my own color scheme. Which did not go well. This is what I've finally settled on after an hour of playing with various combinations. It'll probably change 5 more times before the week is over.

And what the hell are "widgets"?? Forget archaeology, I should've taken an elective in computer science.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

tick tick tick tick...

I'm procrastinating. I have quite a large Immunology exam this week constituting half of my entire grade for the class. I never liked Immunology and I don't particularly enjoy studying for it as a result. (Of course, which subject do I actually "enjoy" studying for?)

I'm going into my 6th week of school and my life is nothing but class, study, work, and some sleep. I knew it coming into this year, so I can't complain. I brought it on myself. However, it does make me question whether or not this is a lifestyle that I want for the next 5 or 6 years. Geezes, I'll be almost 30 by the time I'm finished Medical School. Justin and I talk of a wedding a couple years from now, but we certainly can't start a family until I'm done with school. Even the immediate couple years following graduation will be intense with residencies, and by then I'm in my early 30's. Hard to imagine a 23 year old hearing her biological clock tick, but I'm being realistic.

This is all such big kid stuff to be thinking about. It's exciting and frightening all at the same time. When did we get "old" and start thinking of all these lifelong decisions? I feel like graduation from college was the portal that differentiated a young college student without a care in the world from a mature young adult who is thinking of marriage and kids. Granted, I took an additional year off where time stood still for me, but not the rest of the world. I guess it's all catching up at once.

Time is moving quickly. Every year is relatively shorter than the previous.

...And I'm pretty sure I'm having a quarter life crisis....again...


Meanwhile, every hour is also shorter than the previous and Immunology is calling my name.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Back to the Grind

It's the third week of class and I'm back into the groove of school. I spend countless hours a day in the library, fall asleep during lecture, am addicted to caffeine again, and have nightmares about professors trying to kill me. I'm fitting in quite nicely.

Grad school is quite difficult...as if I haven't been told this a thousand times. But you don't really get it until you're the one absorbing (or not absorbing) all the necessary material. The faculty teaching the classes in the program is made up of a brilliant group of doctors, all studying cutting edge medicine - usually from the biochemical point of view. I'm fascinated at how much information I'm taught in a single hour of lecture. The faculty switches off with one another during lectures, depending on the subject and their strengths in that particular area of study. I'm learning material that has been researched in the past week, and modern day textbooks become out-of-date by the time lecture is over. Pretty amazing. If anything, I'm sure to come out of this program with a profound respect for everyone that works "behind the scenes" of medicine. Those people are the real healers.

I won't be applying to medical school for the coming year. I plan to finish a second year in the Biomedical Sciences program to get my masters. From there, I'll decide whether or not medical school is in the cards, but will have a masters to fall back on if need be. Solid plan? Sure, why not?


I know this post is captivating and if you're still reading at this point, you're really procrastinating. I don't have any pictures to share, or any really great stories to tell. Why? I'm not in Colorado. At least that's what I can figure. I miss my day hikes, the random happenings of life out there, and, of course, skiing. (O yeah, and the boy) I should change the heading of this blog, "Thoughts from the High Country." Because I'm certainly not in the high country any longer, no matter which way you look at it. If anyone has any good suggestions for a new blogger heading, let me know. (This does not include "Jersey whore ramblings" or anything of that nature) I may or may not change it... it's nostalgia at this point.

Monday, August 14, 2006

First Day Jitters

In a few hours, I'll attend orientation and my first class in PCOM's post-bacc program. I'm a bit nervous. As you have seen from the previous post, I haven't exactly done many school-related things this past year. The only books I've read have been for enjoyment and anything scientific about them was a pure coincidence.

Everyone keeps telling me how great I'll do, how I shouldn't be worried, and so forth. Quite frankly, I'm scared shitless. I've already gone for a long run today and paced the house a few hundred times trying to shake the jitters. Nothing has worked. I have knots in my stomach and I could very well vomit if I tried hard enough. The fears of being unsuccessful and eventually failure have consumed me.

I feel like it's the first day of kindergarten. Granted, I'm not worried about the big bully pushing me in the mud or not having the right colored crayons. But I probably feel the same way now as I did before the first day back then. (And I wouldn't put it past anyone to push me in the mud anyway)

It's all in my head and after tonight I'll be just fine. I just hate waiting out the hours.

Fortunately I haven't had any elaborate dreams leading up to this day, surprisingly enough.


Funny, now playing: "The Captain" by Guster.

"It's simple. So says the captain."

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Year in Review



Vail early September

Beer Pong Craze




Halloween pumpkin after Mike shot it with a paint gun



Vail early November




Thanksgiving Potluck


Me and Tallie



Justin and I




Charlie Brown Frozen Christmas Tree


New Year's Eve '05 - aka my 23rd birthday



Dan and I at Beaver Creek




Abby!



Brewery Kids




Copper Mountain Firefighter Ski Race - beers in hand


Jello crashing into John


James and I at the top of Blue Sky Basin


Coors Brewery


Morrison Inn Margaritas


Cape May, NJ




Devil's Head Tower



Charlie Daniels Band




Rodeo


"Goodbye Colorado"

Monday, August 07, 2006

Back

I'm back in the Garden State after a 7 day road trip. The road trip itself was great. Sharpy, Rosebach, and I left Colorado on Sunday, July 30 after a couple fun days of hiking and packing up my apartment. We made our way into Kansas and saw Monument Rocks just south of Oakley (not the home of the sunglasses place unfortunately). Apparently, it is a part of the national park system. I beg to differ. Of course, they were the highest things in Kansas towering to about 5 stories.

The following day, we stopped off in St. Louis, MO to see a couple of my friends who previously lived in CO with me. We hung out for a night, hit up a couple microbreweries, and then headed north to Chicago after checking out the Arch. We stayed with Sharpy's friend who showed us the Wrigley Field part of town. We then drove towards Detroit, MI to see some of Rosebach's family. On the way, Sharpy took a dip in Lake Michigan. Once again, one of my favorite bodies of water.

In Michigan, we crashed at Jeff's aunt and uncle's place, and then made our way to Canada. We reached Niagara Falls later that day and experienced all the fun tourist activities in town.

From there, it was the long haul back to Boston. I stayed for a day or two and got a great walking tour of the city, topped off by a long drink in the bar at the top of the Prudential Building. Very cool view of the entire skyline.

Sharpy and I returned to the Philly area where I dropped her off, and I made the last 60 miles back to Jersey. I've been here since Sunday, and I could not be missing the mountains more.

Relocating is one of the more stressful things humans do, topped off with starting Grad school in a week, not having a mode of transportation, not having a job, having $1.50 to my name, and leaving my love 1776.5 miles away. The last being the most stressful.

I know there are worst things in life, and I'm actually pretty damn lucky to be in the position that I'm in. I'm enrolled in a great school that allows me a promising professional future along with free room and board with my mom and stepdad. I still can't help but think of the "what-ifs." I'm terrified of losing the person I want to spend the rest of my life with for something like a graduate program. It's a justified reason to leave, but means peanuts in the big picture of life.

My heart is breaking which is the reason for the unhappy post. Very few things make me happy for more than a couple minutes right now, before I fall back into my sad and dreary state of mind. I left Colorado knowing that I will return again and that this seperation is only temporary. I still can't help but think how far 2000 miles is. It's killing me and I've never felt such heartache in my life.

Again, apologizing for the depressing post. I don't even want any words of encouragement or suggestions on how to feel better. I've heard it all already. I'd rather just sit and be sad and cry myself to sleep.


And if I'm unreachable for an extended period of time, it's because I packed my camelback and started to walk west.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Update

Digital camera is broken so I've been holding off on some posts. Seeing as I'm not getting it fixed anytime soon, you'll have to use your imagination.


Two Sunday evenings ago, me, Justin, Marc, Amanda, and a bunch of friends sat on the lawn in Hudson Gardens for an outdoor Charlie Daniels Band concert. I've never seen anything quite like it. Talk about redneck city. I wore my cowgirl hat, determined to hide my Philly girl naivite underneath. It worked like a charm. It was my turn to fetch beer, and Cowboy Dave (apparently quite known across the country) made a pass at me. Freaked out for sure, but I was glad I looked like a regular ol' cowgirl. I was so into it, I even turned him down with a bit of an accent.

The concert itself was unbelievable. One of the best I've ever seen. Never seen anyone play a fiddle quite like Charlie Daniels does. Each member of the band had their own story and their own great talents. Chris Wormer, the youngest (and the hottest by far), plays the guitar. He banged out "The Flight of the Bumblebee" in about 2 minutes which I was able to record (on my now broken digital camera).


... fast forward to just this past weekend ...


Justin and I flew to Tallahasee, FL on Friday and enjoyed a long weekend in the tiny little town of Apalachicola (I love saying that name). His Uncle Bill owns a house down there which he frequents every other weekend or so. Saturday, we woke up at the crack of dawn and jumped on Bill's fishing boat. We ran out of the marina, along the channel in the bay between town and St. George's and Vincent's islands. We caught live bait and ran out to the Gulf of Mexico. From there, I learned how to cast, tie my own cinch knots to my hooks and anchors, and reel in fish. I'm not talking 8 inch long little fish either. I'm talking 3 foot long black-finned sharks and spanish mackerel. These things could have pulled me into the water. I got some great shots (hopefully soon to come). We each caught trout that day and had a great fish dinner.

The next day we weren't so lucky, but still had a blast. We headed up the river and hoped for some freshwater fish. Having no luck, we headed back to where the river met the bay and Justin caught a flounder. Once again, excellent dinner.

Fortunately for me, Yeungling has a distributor in Florida. We each put down about a 12-pack a day, starting bright and early in the morning on the boat, and ending late at night after we were stuffed from dinner while smoking cigars. The people of Apalachicola are great. Every afternoon, after an exhausting day in the sun, Justin, Bill, and I would sit out back the house with our booze, right on the bay and watch the water. It would take about 5 minutes before 2 or 3 of Bill's neighbors came over to join us with some fresh shrimp or fish they had caught earlier in the day for exchange of a few beers. Driving through the town, everyone waves to everyone. Everyone at the foodstore knows every one of the cashiers and bagboys. Every waitress at either of the two restaurants in town knows every story about every local. The owner of the marina personally knows each of his boaters and shared his good trout spots with us. Adding this place to my list of places to retire to some day.

I just got back into town here in Vail a few hours ago. I leave this Sunday morning and have only packed half a box. Steph and Jeff fly in Thursday morning, so I don't have much time to lose (good thing I'm procrastinating with my blog right now). After they get in to town, the next couple days will be filled with rodeos, 14ers, fishing, and drinking. I've finished work at the Brewery and hoping I can manage to save enough cash to pay for gas for the way home.

I'm stressed about school starting in less than three weeks. I'm still working out all the financial aid crap, and I know I have a bill sitting in my mailbox that'll be due in a week and a half. Excluding the money stress, I'm nervous about the actual classes. I've been a big bum for a year and my reading has consisted of several books read for leisure. I'm not sure how I'm going to do being thrown into it all again. Here's hoping.


So it looks like I had much to update. Or maybe I just really don't want to pack.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Country Music

I've never been much of a fan of country music. The knee-slapping banjo-playing rhythm never really appealed to my musical taste. However, I've come to not only listen to country, but actually fairly enjoy it.

More modern country (Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, Toby Kieth, etc) plays 24/7 out here on just about every radio station. The old-school country (Charlie Daniels band) isn't heard quite as often. So with the music playing on every other station, it's hard to not settle on one and listen for a while. I've become quite the fan of Kenny Chesney and the Rascal Flats.

Country music tells a story from the heart. It's honest (and funny! - Joe Nichols - Tequila makes her clothes fall off). Hokey, I know. But sit down and listen for a while. You may find you like it better than Kelly Clarkson's issues with crossing a sidewalk, or not having a girlfriend as hot as the Pussycat Dolls.

This Sunday, Justin and I are going to an outdoor Charlie Daniels Band concert. I've tried to become more familiar with what I'm going to hear by googling and limewiring. I have to admit, the music is a little bit too hack-jawed yokel for me. But, I'm keeping an open mind about it. If anything, an outdoor concert with a few rednecks on a Sunday afternoon is a pretty good day.

So this Sunday, cowgirl hat and boots in tow, I'll be heading to my first redneck country concert. Tell you all about it.

Friday, June 30, 2006

Devil's Head

Colorado has a significant problem with forest fires. This year threatens to be one of the worst. Yes, we had the most snow colorado has seen in decades this past winter. However, the snow evaporated for the most part. Instead of running off the mountains in large quantities and flooding rivers, streams, and lakes, the snow was sucked up by the air due the dry and very hot late spring we had.

As a result, there is very little water and everything is extremely dry. We've had fire restrictions in place since before Memorial Day. That means no open fires when camping, watering lawns on specific days, and no smoking outdoors unless three feet from any brush (I'm sure that only applies to tobacco cigarettes). There's talk of canceling the Fourth of July firework celebration up here in Avon. There has already been numerous brush fires across the entire state. Some burning thousands and thousands of acres. Most "small" fires only burn a couple hundred acres, to put a perspective on things.

This past Monday, Justin and I hiked Devil's Head. It's only about 2 or 3 miles round trip, just through the front range, and takes you to an elevation of around 9700 ft. At the top of Devil's Head, there is the Devil's Head Fire Tower. There is an additional 143 steps at the end of the hike to take you to the top of the tower. From this tower, you can see 100 miles in every direction. The tower was first erected in the early 1900's. A string of ladders, instead of stairs, was used to climb the rocky terrain. From the top, smoke can be spotted and authorities can be notified. Today, there is a small cabin with electricity, but no running water, at the foot of the tower. The fire ranger and his wife live there all summer, completely isolated from civilization. The fire ranger climbs the tower about 4 or 5 times a day and looks for any signs of fire. (He also made me an official member of the "Ancient and Honorable Order of Squirrels")

There's a couple dozen of these towers scattered across the state. Fire rangers live near or at these towers for the duration of fire season and look out several times a day for signs of smoke.

I'm thinking of retiring to this lifestyle some day.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Day Trips

Such a blast this past weekend. Justin and I have finally synchronized our days off (only took 6 months) and we have Sundays and Mondays together until the end of July. I plan to fill all of those days with fun little day trips that will complete my experience here in Colorado.

This past weekend started on Friday when we went to a friend's wedding. The small, personal chapel was just short of the front range, with the altar and windows overlooking the massive rockies. What a place to exchange your vows. The reception followed with an open bar. Met lots of cool people.

This Sunday we went to Six Flags Elitch Gardens. We rode everything from the tidal wave log flume to the ferris wheel to the old-school white wooden roller coaster. I ate way too much junk food and had a fantastic time.

Monday involved the Denver zoo and one of my favorite pastimes, margaritas the size of your head! I almost got peed on by a tiger at the zoo... and then a polar bear. We went to the Morrison Inn afterward, a little mexican cantina just short of Evergreen on the front range, and had the gigantic margaritas with a couple friends. (These head-sized margaritas still paled in comparison to the liquor pitchers at the cafe however)



Trips to come: Red Rocks winery, whitewater rafting, camping, Museum, Center City, sand dunes, Mt. Elbert, Pikes Peak, et al.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Your Mission...


Which you will accept...

Create a road trip CD for me for when I leave this colorful state and head back to the Philadelphia area.

I'm asking any and all to write a CD with songs, comedy, and other creative audio pieces. Write your name on the CD and send to:

PO Box 8068
Avon, CO 81620

Sharpy and Rosebach booked their one-way tickets and fly into Denver late July (after a 7 hour layover in Vegas apparently.... you crazy kids). The plan is to leave here around July 30 and slowly make our way across the country. Before we leave the state, we'll hopefully be climbing a 14er. Better acclimate fast guys. Balls of String and Niagara Falls will be involved during the trip itself. I think I'll be back in Philly sometime around Aug 6, which leaves me a week to move back into my mom's house, and do plenty of beach laying before school begins.

It still hasn't hit. I'm thinking of my life next year, and I think Colorado, because, why would I leave? I don't think it will hit until the mountains fade in the rearview mirror.

But I'll save the real mushy blog for a later date. For now, burn those CDs people!


Monday, June 05, 2006

Fucking Assholes Formulate Stupid Application

I got a 2 hour break from work today and have spent its entirety on staring at little letters and numbers, only to have these little letters and numbers refer me to even smaller letters and numbers on my income tax forms. FAFSA is not my most favorite thing to fill out on said break. However, it must be done. Only to have to the federal government tell me, "Screw you, your parents make money... I don't care if you're not getting any of it."

I'm going into next year with little to no money, including whatever debt I have acquired over the past several years (credit card, a car I may purchase, etc). Fortunately, rent, grocery, and utility bills will go out the window due to living with a set of my parents. (Shhh, don't tell the feds) School next year is going to cost me my first born, and that doesn't include any other expenses or my attempts to save up anything for the following 4 years of school.

The good news is, apparently I have "excellent" credit which should allow me to get some pretty good loans at low interest rates. Go figure. The bad news is, I'll be paying off these loans until I'm in my 40's. Sorry kids, no college for you.

I sympathize with anyone who has, is currently, or will ever have incur so much debt in their life. I'm told it's not fun. Has anyone told me it's worth it yet??

Friday, May 26, 2006

You Have Feet in Your Shoes

The snow's melting and it's officially "mud season" in Colorado. Mud season does have its advantages though: a crisp cool feeling in the air, the sound of rushing water from all directions, the start of hiking season, the start of bear season (maybe not such a plus), kayaking/rafting, being able to change out your snow tires, and the ability to turn off your heat and save money on utilities. I've gotten really into a lot of the trails in the area, and hope to climb a 14er before the season's out.

What amazes me are the sights to see on these trails. These sights are only visible after hiking for a good hour or two (or five). You can't drive there, you can't fly low enough to see everything, and there's no gondola to carry you up the steep parts. How many people have seen these trees? These rivers? These falls? This mountain from this angle with the backdrop of that sky? Maybe 1000, maybe 10,000? I'm lucky enough to be able to see and do these things at any point in my life.

As you can see from one of the shots, people have been hiking these trails for decades. I like looking at all the carvings on the Aspen trees. I like to see who loved who back in '89. Or who was here in '95. The aspens grow around all those carvings and freeze that moment in time for everyone in future years to see. (That aspen is a shout-out to you, Rosebach, by the way)











I can't imagine what it's going to be like to leave here... to drive away from my mountains for good. You don't get this stuff anywhere else. This is the goods.

O, and I got into the Philadelphia College of Osteopathic Medicine's post-bacc for the Fall 2006 term.




Monday, May 15, 2006

Holy shit

The title says it all. I am just about over my 36 hour experience with food poisoning. I'm pretty sure the culprit was a certain fast-food deli-meatish type of place that likes to advertise its low calorie subs by using a thin man that was once fat.

I've never been so violently ill in my entire life. My entire body still aches from the pulled muscles I used to eject the poisoned meat out of me. I showed up for work on Saturday night only to be sent home a couple hours later because I was blacking out and having mind-numbing stomach cramps.

Fortunately, Justin happened to get into town that night and took care of me for the entire 36 hours. (Thank god for amazing boyfriends) I don't remember much of the first night. I only know I wasn't sleeping because I was vomitting every 20 minutes. Everything was a blur and I'm sure I was hallucinating on more than one occasion. I finally kept down some solids about 24 hours later and began my slow road to recovery.

As of this morning, exactly 36 hours after the ordeal started, I'm getting ready to head into work for a double shift. I still can't stand for long periods of time without feeling faint and I have a lingering headache. When I breath too deep, my entire chest and neck screams in pain due to the exasperated muscles that have been working way too hard. I think they might fire me if I call out of work again though.

So, lesson learned... don't get food poisoning. (I vaguely remember saying to Justin that if childbirth was anything like this, I was never having his children)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Waiting

I hate waiting. I'm a very impatient person. I hate waiting in traffic, in lines at the bank/post office/anywhere, for phone calls, for answers, for it to snow, for the snow to melt, etc. And I especially hate it when what I'm waiting for is important and completely out of my control.

Currently, I am waiting for a specific graduate school to respond to my application I handed them a little over a week ago. It's the only school I've applied to thus far because it's my number one choice, and I'm also very lazy along with being impatient. If I had just applied earlier, I wouldn't be driving myself crazy right now trying to figure out my plans for the coming year. I'd know how long I'd be in Colorado over the summer, what kind of life I can expect for next year, where I'll be living, the status of my financial situation, etc.

I'm not expecting a positive answer from the institution that is mulling over my transcripts as I type this. Which makes all this waiting worse in hindsight. In which case, I'll apply to the next school on my list and go through the same agony I am now.

Monday, April 10, 2006

4588 miles later...


Here I am, back in Vail, and I've pretty much adjusted back to mountain time. The week and half hiatus was great though.

Justin and I left here last Wednesday and drove through the night to arrive mid-afternoon at Penn St that Thursday. We stayed until Sunday, and I managed to squeeze in a Banquet, drink my share of cafe teas and yeungling, see tons of friends, visit the duty room of course, get drunk at the Skellar and see Katsu, and do a power hour or two. All-in-all, a very good time. (I think I've finally sobered up from the whole ordeal)

From there, it was Jersey where we made it all the way to the shore. We went to Cape May, climbed the damn 14 story lighthouse, and made our way to Ocean City and got our fudge. Toured Philly a bit where I finally saw the Liberty Bell. Oh, and I had my cheesesteak.

Then to Connecticut to see Justin's grandparents (in the words of Katie... aaaawkward). Though it was amusing to hear of some of the stories. From Connecticut, it was to Quakertown, PA, to see Dad. My tire exploded along the way in some backroad where there was blasting in a construction zone.

Once in PA, the car was dropped off for inspection, the sole purpose of this trip to begin with. It took an extra day due to the tire fiasco, so Justin and I called out of our shifts for work on Saturday. Not exactly a huge disappointment. We left for Colorado on Friday afternoon and didn't get to Denver until 9:30pm mountain time. That's about a 31 hour drive right there. We stopped several times, once for both of us to sleep 3 hours at a rest stop in Iowa, and a bunch of times in Nebraska because it's so goddamn big. I did, however, finally get my picture taken with the Gateway to the West. Pretty much the highlight of the entire drive. Before we reached Denver, we were able to witness the most beautiful sunset I have ever seen. Or at least it vies very closely with the ones on Lake Michigan.

So now I'm back and have learned that my best friends in Vail are moving back to Missouri in a couple weeks, my general manager no longer works at the Brewery, and I can see grass for the first time since October in front of my house. Not real life-altering changes, but dammit, no one was supposed to do anything until I got back.

I'll be back in the Jersey/PA area for a few days around the weekend of the 22nd. I fly out of Denver next Wednesday for my great-grandmom's surprise 90th birthday party. (Thank god for good genes) After that, when will I return? Maybe when I get kicked out of my current living situation? Who knows. But I'm thinking July.


On a depressing note, Vail closes in one week and 5 days.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Road Trip... again

I drove out here originally with Zachary, and it was a blast. We stopped in Michigan for a few days which gave me adequate time to destress before I made it to Colorado. We left Michigan at about 6 in the evening and arrived in Colorado the next day at around noon because we drove through the night. Well, Zack did most of the night driving, thank you. It's not going to be quite the same this time around.

This time I'll be driving by myself across the country. (Make a long story short, the car needs to be inspected in PA every year, etc etc) I'll be leaving Vail Tuesday night after my double at work. I'll drive down to Littleton, get there at about 12:30am, and spend the night at Justin's. Wake up at around 6am, drive north to 80, and be on my way. It knocks about an hour an a half off the entire trip, which is worth it in the end.

From there, I'll probably stop in Chicago. According to Mapquest, it'll take me a little over 15 hours. 15 hours in one day doesn't seem too bad. Especially since State College is only an additional 600 miles or so from Chicago. Which makes the Thursday drive cake.

I'm burning about 20 CDs for the trip, and you can be sure to expect phone calls while I'm making the drive. If anyone else has any clever ideas for driving by yourself for 25 hours one way, and another 25 back, let me know. All suggestions are welcome. Til then, I'll see you, PA/NJ, in a few days. Vail, see ya in a couple weeks. (O, and please still have snow until then.... thanks)

Monday, March 13, 2006

Ranting and Raving

*Warning: post contains nothing but nonsense bitchings


So I don't like my new roomate. He's weird, uses my shit (the expensive stuff), and rearranges all my crap whenever he feels like. He yells on the phone in Spanish, which I don't find a very elegant language. Things have "magically" stopped working since he's been here. He holds weird hours since he works a graveyard shift 5 days a week, cooks all the time causing shit to be dirty all the time, and is just plain odd. I'm not even going to go into the Internet fiasco. Not amused.

My landlord is going to be the death of me. She's thrown out/taken crap of mine when she comes in here to "take what's hers." My beer pong table is sitting by the dumpster next to the condo, which is half mine, half Mike's. I don't appreciate the audacity she has in taking things that are mine when I don't know she's coming over and throwing it in the trash. She's supposedly selling this place and "doesn't think I'll have to be out before May 30." Which screws me in that I'm not going to find a place in Colorado to live for 2 months. Which makes my trip back East much closer than expected. I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. Reasoning with her is out of the question.

I've made no progress on any Grad applications for next year and thinking about it makes me want to throw up. And for that matter, people can stop asking me about it too. Or else I'll throw up on you.

I'm driving back East in about 2 weeks and have no driving partner. I've had a few promises fall through and I'm not happy about the situation. 26 hours one way and another 26 back by myself across the country doesn't sound like a stellar time. I have a feeling the trip home will be a bit awkward between not having really anywhere to belong, and seeing friends that have changed. (And I mean that in a good way, it's just not the same). I feel I've been replaced by both family and friends because I took the alternate route this year. I haven't seen anyone in months and everything has moved on without me. I'd spend less time in that week and half in NJ/PA if I could, but I can't drive 50 hours in a few days. This isn't a "screw you all" statement, just a frustrating realization.

All these issues are petty and I'm really just being a big baby about all of it. But you know how it is when all goes wrong all at the same time. I want to throw a temper-tantrum like a 2 year old. I want to scream as loud as I can and hope it helps to release a lot of my anxiety and stress. I'd ski it out, but I'm working double-time to make enough money to actually make this drive back East. So I have no more ski days, an odd roomate, a landlord that's the spawn of satan, no life next year, and a shitty week and half back East. Someone slap me and tell me to get over myself.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Vacation within a vacation








I sometimes forget that I live in a wonderful vacation resort, and then some friends visit.

James and Dan dropped by for the past week or so. Lots of drinking, skiing, eating, boozing, skiing, recreational activities, eating, and so much more. The skiing was intense, the eating was gourmet, and the boozing was a marathon. Beer pong was broken out for the last time on the infamous Olaf/Penn St table. An 80's power hour or two was taken on, and there was always room for apres. Daily achings and tight muscles only provided another excuse for alcohol.

Both boys kicked my ass on the slopes, but I held my own. I caught some air on a few mini jumps (like hell I'm doing the big ones kids) and I look a bit more graceful on moguls. And when I say graceful, I mean I can make about five turns before my ass gets cold again.

I realized this was my last real hoorah for the slopes this year. I may make a few more days. But between a drive home late March/early April, another trip home late April, and working doubletime to swing all this, I can kiss my powder days good-bye. I'm satisfied with my season, no regrets. I made lots of progress, beat up the skis real well, bent the shit out of my poles, and my head's still in tact. (Knock on wood - like I said, I still might get in a few more days)

Pictured are some of the activities that took place.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Decisions, decisions

I'm slowly reaching another major crossroads in my life. I reached one of those major crossroads last year around June, and here I am in Vail. The one before that was probably the decision on where to go to college. Which wasn't too tough considering I only applied to one school.

This decision at this particular crossroads will probably dictate my life for the next couple years. If anything, I don't want to move too quickly again. I've had to say more goodbyes than I would have liked in the past year, and I know I will have hard ones again this year. And as much fun as it would be to be a ski bum for a while, this isn't my life and I can't let myself fall into a rut.

I've come to two choices: 1)go to school, or 2)get a job (within my major). I'd rather go to school because I'm not a fan of the whole work thing. Yes, money is good, but work is work. The only real job I'd actually consider is something in EMS, and they don't pay a whole lot anyway. So that leaves me with impending school (hopefully). Where? I don't know. How will I live without a job? I don't know. How will I pay for school? I don't know. Everything that is practical is telling me that I should enter the real world. Job = Money. But I can't bring myself to accept that as my life yet.

Driving away from the Rockies for the last time this Summer will be just as hard as walking at Graduation, moving out of my junior/senior year apartment,and working that last shift at the best ambulance company in the world. But it's something that must be done. I'm sad, yet anxious to move on to the next phase of my life. I'm still a few months away from any of those hard decisions, but I can't help thinking about it all. (Which isn't helping my dream situation.)


On another note, I get a roomate Wednesday. The same day I pick up James from the airport for his 8 day stay. I'm upset that my naked adventures must end yet again.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

AED


It's a bit out of proportion, and there's some glare. But that's Jello at Eagle's Nest. And that is a Vail defibrillator in the background.


Notice the sunburn on the bottom half of the face.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Wanted: New Roomate

I find myself in the same place I was a couple months ago. And a couple months before that. I need a roomate. Honestly, I'm not horrible to live with (withold your comments brothers). My past roomates have just moved on to bigger and better things. As a result, I am sending out a search for another roomate. If you match the profile below, let me know.

Roomate Profile:
Age: Not 42 year old men
Sex: Not a problem


That's really all I'm asking for. Now, a little about me.

Age: 23
Sex: Let's be serious now
Location: Vail
Hobbies: Skiing, giving away shifts at work, saying I'm applying to Grad Schools, beer pong on the front porch, etc. (leather, whips, and chains may be involved in any and all activities)


If interested, let me know. Until then, I will be walking around naked...again.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Practi-cation

I'm getting better and better at getting my ass in gear and actually applying for schools next year. A few doubles in a row at the Brewery and I find I'm up until 3 in the morning punching out banging essays. I wonder why.

I've sent in a few inquiries to a few different schools attempting to learn more about their programs. (I know, I should've been doing this two years ago) One state school in a particular state I am currently residing sent me back a nice little nasty "fuck you" email. The form I filled out consisted of my name, my GPA, my GRE scores, and what areas of Science I may be interested in pursuing. I'll spare you the exact citations of some of the gruesome put-downs, but "clearly I need to move from Avon, CO to pursue some sort of research position if I want a chance in this graduate program." I lied. (The most amusing part of this email was that he described a 3-lined attack for me to make me look more impressive.....prongs anyone?? anyone???? o ems.)

Is he telling me that a ski bum isn't a well-respected profession? Is there nothing to learn out here? I beg to disagree. For instance, helmets are good....they protect heads. You only have one and it's not like a tire. (Yes, it may go bald, but there are no spares....and only a few are specifically designed for snow) Powder days are a reason to get up early in the morning. Your legs and knees will ache afterward, due to the build-up of lactic acid in the surrounding muscles (look at me applying my education in physiology -- fuck you certain penn state science professors). Hot showers/baths/tubs will remedy the situation. People with money will spend it. And a lot of it. And they'll spend it on you if you have what they want. (No, I am not whoring myself out kids) Hell, I make more at the goddamn brewery per hour than many professionals do out here - i.e. teachers, EMTs/paramedics/firefighters, assistants in medical offices, occupational therapists, etc. I've confirmed this with several friends who have these professions.

I've learned practical things in life (much more than the mundane ones I described above). None of the organic chemstry-biology-blow up-shit you learn standing behinding a lab bench 12 hours/day. And from what I've heard, I'm doing the right thing. Surprise surprise, I run into doctors on the ski lifts here in Vail. (What, do they own houses out here or something??) Every single doc I've talked to tells me not to let the admissions bullshit get the best of me. I should be taking a year off to be a bum. Everyone should. I have another 8 years (give or take) of hell after this, consisting of class, labs, intense rounds, and my free time eaten up by studying. Why would you spend your "year off" in some deep dark basement of some University distilling crap so said University can make a couple more bucks off of your 80hrs/wk research work. Sorry, but I'm no one's bitch. (Kiss my ass CPR)

Now how to explain this to a grad admissions committee, all the while conveying my reasoning for being a total waste of space this year, but in the words that convince them I'll be their number one student in whatever program next year. If anyone has the solution to this dilemna, please share with me. (Sharpie, you were on a really good start)

I'm in a pissed-off mood which partially describes my rantings and ravings. In fact, it wholly describes it. You can't help but feel down in this whole process. It's no ego-boost getting nasty emails as to why you're inadequate (actually, I'm very adequate in other areas - they just don't know about those areas, yet) What makes it worse, you pay to get rejected. Applications will run anywhere from $50 - $150 ea. Bastards.

Someday, I'm going to annihilate the sickos that get their kicks from being on admissions committees and rejecting poor qualified individuals like myself. Anyone that wants to partake in this mission with me, let me know. I'm thinking we can be called the rejapplicants. (The name needs a little work)

Alright, I've rambled on enough and am currently making absolutely no sense. You shouldn't be reading this either. You should be coming up with ways to get me into some sort of Graduate School. Chop chop.

Friday, January 20, 2006

You're only screwing yourself

Procrastination is probably one of my biggest downfalls. Why do I lack the motivation to do simple tasks like paying bills or going to the bank or even getting myself up and moving in the morning (if I don't have to be somewhere)? And then there's the major tasks, like my Grad School applications. They're not difficult, it's just a matter of doing them. I'll open up the schools' websites, get out my started Word documents, and reread several of the essay questions. Someone IMs me, we get to talking, I play a game of Solitaire or two (or 5000), VH1 has some top 100 celebrity spending show on and all of a sudden, it's 5 hours later. I've gotten nothing accomplished and feel crappy as a result. I've wasted 5 hours on the couch staring at my computer screen and the TV.

I've tried eliminating some of the distractions: signing off online, turning off the TV (and moving the remote far away), keeping my cell phone on silent, etc. Nothing seems to work, I always find something to amuse me (such as this blog). My latest amusement though, I took a practice GRE exam just to see if I would do better than when I took the real thing last year. Taking the math portions was more entertaining than typing up essays.

And for those who are curious, I got the EXACT same score on the GRE I took today as the GRE I took more than a year ago.

My name is Jennifer and I have a problem.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Weekend Update (and so much more)


So it's been a while. Work's been busy and the mountain's been calling my name. Christmas was good. Not the same of course, but still had a good time. I rang in the New Year and ended my Birthday with my annual ode to the porcelain god.

Penn State went to the Orange Bowl and won in a gruesome triple overtime. I got to watch the game with a fellow PennStater which is few and hard to find in this area. A few drunk phone calls were exchanged with several of my friends who were actually in Miami. Jealous? Sure. But I live in Vail.

I'm pretty ready for a trip back East. If anything, to see some familiar faces and be near a real city again. The High Country is great, but it gets a little "red-necky" for me sometimes. I might have a couple friends come out in the next month or two which would be wicked cool. (Shout out to the peeps in Boston)

My New Years Resolution is to get my ass in gear and apply to a damn school next year. My motivation: I can't work at a Brewery for the rest of my life. And I don't like my job opportunities based on the degree I have. Back East, farther West, somewhere in the middle, who knows? But it will be somewhere. I found I enjoy school, even though I'm not the most stellar student. But a year of nothing has made me appreciate the value of education.

Pictured is me on New Years, pre-porcelain-bus-driving. I'm thinking of using it as my photo for grad apps.