Workstudy Presentations

Sometime last year, I told you all that I'd tell you what my job was about when I figured it out. I finally figured it out.

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Anyways, Workstudy Presentations were today. So, enjoy.

Please excuse the spelling "errors". I speak American now. "Howdy!"

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Also, please excuse the excessive pinkness. A gal has to make a statement in an office full of dudes.

A piece of paper...

...I wonder what it is really worth.

Finally...final...finals...

Finally, the final week of class and Finals Week is here.

Just to clarify things,
final week of class = the final week of class
Finals Week = the week where all the Final Exams are held

Maybe I should stop studying for anatomy.

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep...

It's 4-ish am and I still can't sleep...probably because I got 2 presentations (for next week) floating around in my head...and they would keep floating around in my head.

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Anyways...I decided to get up and do some work...rather I decided to keep sprawling in bed and do work from there...so here I am...*type type type*

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Funny thing though, the first song that played on my lappie was Fix You by Coldplay...I didn't even know I had that song (!!!)...and 2 lines into the song, it goes "when you feel so tired but you can't sleep". Goodness, that jolted me wide awake. I thought I was hallucinating or something.

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Now I don't think I can sleep.

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I blame whoever sent me that song.

Ahhh...

Ahhh...it's hot. Finally.

Bread and Wine.

I take Holy Communion seriously...really, I do...but sometimes, things happen, and I get all giggly at the altar...

Take for example, the time I was kneeling down at the communion rail, right where the latch to let the pastor in and out was...The latch unhooked itself...and I nearly fell prostrate at Pastor's feet.

Or the time I had hiccups. Hic...hic...HIC...

Or the time I got sandwiched in between two people so I could hardly breathe, much less move.

Today was no exception. I was at Evensong (Chapel)...and we had holy communion. This time, they decided to do things differently: we were to line up and serve the person behind us the bread and the juice. So we'd receive the sacraments from the person in front, and then turn around and give the person behind us the bread saying, "this is the body of the Lord broken for you..." and then the cup saying, "this is the blood of the Lord poured out for you..."

Simple? Yeah. That was until the person in front of me broke a whooping big hunk of bread for me. I stared at the bread. It was HUGE. What should I do? Eat it in 2 bites? 1 bite? Faint?

At that moment of indecision, I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth. Then I turned around to serve the girl behind me...and I was like, *big eyes* DIE. I can't talk.

And then it happened, I started giggling. And choking. It probably lasted 3 seconds, but I thought I was going to go into a spasm. Thank God that girl was nice, she whispered, "it's OK", took the bread and juice from me and motioned for me to go.

I fled.

2 minutes later, I managed to swallow the bread and calm myself down into a meditative mode. But seriously...

Weekend...

My life is divided into 2 sections: weekdays and weekends.

On weekdays, I wake up at 8am...go to class and work...come back at 5pm (M,W,F) or 8pm (T,Th), bathe, do homework/study/ read...and then crash a.k.a sleep.

On weekends, I...

1. Sleep like crazy.
2. Shop for groceries.
3. Clean my room.
4. Take out the trash.
5. Do laundry.
6. Go to church.
7. Attend Bible Study.
8. Talk to Mum & Dad.
9. Gymmatize myself.
10. Sleep like crazy.

Yeah, I've slept like crazy this weekend. And I liked it. Sue me!