I’m a nerd. Lets not beat around the bush here. One of my dear loves showed me this today and I love it and I love her for it.
Our adventure today began this afternoon when the husband and I went to the deer lease being provided to the police officer for hunting this year. A few of the officers were heading over there to get to know the land as well as to work and get stuff prepared before season starts. When we get there (after leaving without the directions, unsuccessfully trying to drive there without a map and ending up calling Angie Thanks girl!!) I immediately begin to feel awkward. It.happens.every.time. I’m the only girl there. Not just the only wife, but the only person carrying the double X-chromosome. Well crap. Austen always tells me, “you’re one of the only cool wives, you like to do these things” Well its great to be cool and all, however, its hard to make female friends with the other wives when they aren’t there.
h to braid and curl (even if it stays for just 5 minutes). I have a slightly higher pitched voice, and apparently have worse spatial ability than men (#9). But I am also sort of tomboyish in my love for hunting furry woodland creatures, physical labor, and my uncanny love for math (#3 in the previous link).
if Texas were a nation, it would rank 10th on the list of the world’s largest economies. –Found Here
Seriously, we should secede. I think we can hold our own.
I knew BritLit was going to be hard when I first signed up for it, however I didn’t know I’d need to hire on a translator just to understand what I was reading.
Whan that April with his showres soote
the droughte of March hath perced to the roote,
and bathed every veine in swich licour,
of which vertu engendred is the flowr;
what Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
inspired hath in every holt and heeth
the tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
and smale fowles maken melodye
that sleepen al the night with open ye–
so priketh hem Nature in hir corages–
than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
and palmeres for to seeken straunge strondes
to ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
and specially from every shires ende
of Engelond to Canterbury they wende,
the holy blisful martyr for to seeke
that hem hath holpen whan that they were seke.
… O_O I’m sorry, WHAT did you just call me? That ladies and gentlemen is the first paragraph of the Canturbury Tales by Mr. Geoffrey Chaucer and the entire thing looks just.like.that. Its like text messaging on heroin or Mandarin Chinese. I totally bombed my quiz on it too. The only question I got right was Chaucer’s first name. I was completely wrong on all accounts with anything that had to do with the story itself. Also, did you know it rhymed? I had no clue until the teacher started reading parts and said the tale would be easier to grasp if you weren’t just reading it per lines to make it rhyme. Again, I had no clue. Thankfully I saw a shred of light at the end of the tunnel when he said this would be the hardest we’d have to read. Until then, I am looking to employ a translator to explain this
alien transcript story to me. Let me know if you’re interested.
Oh, and P.S. I am STILL giddy about my ringtone discovery. No matter how I do in class, I still believe I am awesome x1000
We’ll start with the
nerd cool awesomeness. I’ve been having a terrible issue with insomnia recently (not cool) so the other night while lying awake about about 2:30am I got struck with a genius idea. There HAS to be someone out there who has figured out how to create your own ringtones for Verizon phones. My good friend Google found that someone on YouTube. After a quick 2:30 video, I was a ringtone making fool. At that point in time I was so excited with myself I was squealing like a pig 12 year old girl. Seriously amazing. I can now make my own ringtones as well as ringtones for family and friends (if I like them enough) all through iTunes for FREE. SWEET!!!
Proof of my awesomeness #2 happened tonight. I was
drooling over craving Chick-Fil-A lemonade like there was no tomorrow, but wasn’t interested in paying over $2 for a large. Bound and determined to figure this out myself I again visited my friend Google (one of my best friends really) and BAM there was my recipe right there! I am now sitting satisfied sippin’ on some Chick-Fil-A lemonade sans the over priced styrofoam cup (ok, a “nerd” pause, how about that alliteration! British Lit must be rubbing off of me. Next thing you know I’ll be reading this kind of stuff for fun *gasp*). Of course I had to do some calculations since the recipe I found created 2.5 gallons (and Lord knows I don’t need that much) but seriously, what would make me happier than to do MATH. There’s nothing really, math is proof that Jesus loves us. FYI:
I have also accepted the fact that I have an
obsession undying love for Sweeney Todd. I’ve got this glorious movie DVR’d on my TV and have seen it no less than 8 times in the past week. Anything with both Tim Burton and Johnny Depp makes my heart pitter-pat, but something about Sweeney just has a special place in my heart. I luff it.
I’m writing today from a new computer:
Class this semester isn’t going to be my favorite semester I can already tell. The schedule is as follows:
- British Literature – can anyone say ew? I am not a fan of English/Literature classes to begin with, much less adding a strange language and vocabulary on top of that? This class won’t end soon enough. Our first book we read was Beowulf, sounds exciting huh?
- BCIS – aka Business and Computer Information Systems, i.e. Learn Microsoft Office. The entire class revolves around Word, Excel, Power Point, Outlook and Access <–4 out of the 5 I have already taken and mastered in HIGH SCHOOL. Seriously, the first night he 'taught' the class about the start button on the bottom left hand part of your screen…No I'm not kidding.
- History part 2 – actually, part 1. I took History from the Civil War to present day last Spring, I’m now studying History from the founding of America up to Civil War. Of all my classes, I guess this is the best. My only issues are he lectures for 3 hours straight (even on the first night!) and his lectures are more story-esque so taking notes has become strenuious trying to decide which is necessary to know vs. “added fun” he’s decided to thrust upon us. Oh and the room is cold. I hate cold rooms.
I can’t wait until this semester is over. After going through summer school 15 weeks for a class seems unnecessary when I can learn all the important things in 6 weeks.
Mr. Police Officer is going through his evaluation week THIS WEEK!! You read that right! Once this week is over, they’ll release the reigns and he’ll be all by himself, exciting huh? I see him in his uniform every week but for some reason I still find it hard to believe he’s a ‘cop’. Don’t ask me why, I just can’t see it. Maybe if he ever pulls me over I’ll be able to see him work first hand 🙂