Diary of a Fickle White Woman

I get the itch to run away and travel to some where outside of Indiana, um, every day. I'm a restless gal, what can I say? My dearest friend in the whole wide world lives in Boston and she and I had planned to go somewhere over the summer. Like Vegas or NYC or Miami. But she was unemployed and, well, I'm not exactly rollin' in the dough, so, sadly, we had to cancel those plans. I then resigned myself to not going anywhere for the next couple years unless I shimmy down to Florida for a bit while my parents are there this winter. Was I happy about this? Um, no. But when the money is tight and you have things you MUST pay for, you do what you gotta do, right? Then I got an email from a blog friend that was totally out of the blue (the content was out of the blue, her emailing me wasn't). She lives in DC and said that she recently won a trip through her company to NYC, airfare and hotel were included. She asked if I wanted the airfare since she could take the train or driv

Good humor is tonic for mind and body. it is the best antidote for anxiety and depression. It is a business asset. It attracts and keeps friends. It lightens human burdens. It is the direct route to serenity and contentment." ~Greenville Kleisser Image from Google Images

Ay yi yi. Fickle White is in an UGLY mood right now. Between being in a war of words with someone regarding transfer credits and the drama with my physiology class, I'm so. over. school. Seriously, can it be September 2012 already? Of course, only if I get into nursing school and start in May. Normally I'd self medicate my frustrations with a healthy dose of sour patch kids or something equally healthy, but I'm trying to change my ways. That, and I have zero money to my name and am too lazy to drive to the store. So I get to vent here and be random. Lucky you ;) I took my Stats final last Thursday and the final course grade was posted yesterday. All it said was A, and because that just wasn't enough info for my liking, I called my professor (ALF!). Homie MADE. MY. DAY! He told I got the highest grade in the class on the final-- a 100%!!! WOOHOO! I got a 100% in the class. Yippie Skippie. My legs are rather sore (which actually surprised me. I mean, I'm lazy, but I&#

With school, that is. (ps, this post involves lots of name calling and some swearing and it's really long. you've been warned.) I can't even explain how sick I am of this pre-requisite drama. Seriously, is it May yet? Wah wah. I'm sure you're sick of my whining. Shoot, I'M sick of my whining. But when you're bored with anything and everything in your life, you whine. A lot. Anyway, onto the headache. I briefly talked about my psychotic instructor for advanced physiology, but also mentioned how she gave me hope for doing well in the class. Psh. Yea right, bitch. You know darn well NO ONE does well in your class because you like to see people fail. Oops. Did I say that outloud? In case you're having trouble following this nonsensical post, here's the deal: The beginning of the semester, instructor passed out 300+ practice questions for our first exam. I got working on them immediately and made sure to understand why the right answer was right and the

Way back when, in a far away land called January 2010, I decided to revisit my blog that I had "started" eight months earlier. I need not remind all of you how much I despise winter, but it turns out, the dreaded season is good for some things. One of which being blogging. The other pros I have yet to figure out, but I'm sure they exist. Maybe So on that cold, depressing day, I typed in my web address (won't lie, had to do some digging in the brain archives to remember the clever little title) and was shocked to find a comment AND a follower (what up, Helene). That comment and one follower inspired me to actually commit to blogging, and here I am, 9 months later, still going at it... usually. So, you all skidaddle on over to Ms. Helene's pad and tell her thanks, cuz if it wasn't for her, this blog would probably still be a pretty background with an amusing title (if I do say so myself.). Anyramble... Now, even though I made this blog a "public" blog

In the off-chance that anyone still reads what has become a pathetic excuse for a blog, I thought I'd pop in and say HELLO!!!! Visits to blogland are few and far between these days (as I had predicted), and I'm not going to even try to get caught up on reading and/or commenting/comment replying. I hope everyone is doing well and having a great September. *I had my first advanced physiology exam today. That's all I'm going to say about that. My stats final is Thursday! SO happy to be finished with that class! Also, today, lifespan development begins online. *Timmy surprised me this morning by telling me he activated Sirius Satellite Radio in my car for 5 months. Just because he felt like it! Thanks Poppa Fancypants! (Timmy is my dad, in case you're confused.) *A week and a half ago, I volunteered in the NICU for the first time in over two months a while. OK, so, I love the NICU for many reasons, but one of my favorite things to do is walk around and scope out all th

What do you get when you breed this: With this: ps, that's a real mugshot. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? This: My hilarious friend Pam took that photo at her local fair. We were laughing so hard over it, but still aren't sure what to call this "thing." The first two images are from Google Images

Conversation of the night with my ma: "Marianne, do you know Fancypants' email address? Can't you find it on facebook or something?" "Let me check... no, sorry, she doesn't have it listed. Just text her." "I don't want to. Do you think it could be Fancypants@gmail.com?" Laughing hysterically, "What the hell? You're just going to make up an email address and hope it goes to her?" "You mean I can't?" Obviously computer intelligence skipped a generation... yes, I know they weren't around when she was my age. Also, Fancypants is my new last name for my gmail account. I wasn't fond of people knowing my full name. So, now you get to receive emails from Marianne Fancypants.

Advanced human physiology. Also known as the bane of my existence. Where to even begin with this dreadful class? A majority of my prereq's I have taken at a community college. This college has campuses all over Indiana, so if you can't get into a class at location A, try location B. There is one campus 30 minutes from my house that is the "hub" for health sciences. All of their programs are extremely competitive and all of their classes fill up in about .24 seconds. Because of this, I had to look to another campus 45 minutes away to take Anatomy I last fall. Now, I wouldn't say Anatomy I (or two, which I took at the same campus this past spring) were exceptionally hard, but they certainly weren't easy. I also took Microbiology at this campus and found it to be, dare I say, easy. I did really well in all three courses without having to put a whole lot of effort in. Looking back, that should have been a pretty clear indicator that something was wrong. I mean, he

Did you just have a slight heart attack? I bet you did. You probably think, "The End" means I'm leaving the blogging world. I can see how one would think that considering I've unintentionally become incredibly lazy when it comes to posting. My life really just isn't very interesting, the creative juices aren't flowing, and I'm still pretty stuck in a rut. However, last night around 1130 I received a text from a friend saying, "Write a post or I will hurt you!" Or something to that effect. So here I am. Writing a post. Hey, I take threats seriously! We're going to pretend I haven't been a slacker and I'm going to quit apologizing every time I go MIA. Since it's now clear that "The End" is not indicative of my blog termination, I bet you want to know what the heck I'm talking about, right? Well, after the story I am about to share with you, I will no longer be posting about match.com. Or any other dating site, for that