BTDubs, Is it wrong that I still sleep with a teddy bear? I'm a 20 year old woman.... :/
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Every Day I'm Sleepin' (as opposed to Shufflin')
I really do not know how some people can go out and party every weekend. I AM SLEEPY. I stayed home on Friday night, my friend Nacho came over and she trimmed my hair for me, and my roommates and I put black dye in our hair. View picture below for said black stripe.
(Oh P.S. I got an iPhone so I can look super artsy really easily in pictures now.) Anyways, I went to bed around maybe one in the morning, then got up at 9 to get ready for cheering at the football game. So after standing and cheering until 5 I was ready to pass out! But, no Saturday nights for cheerleaders mean you must go be social! So I go to a party and wear heels, which was just exhausting. Some friends from WSU had come over so they stayed at my house for the night. They were up around 8:30 so I woke up too! People, I can't do this. Weekends are for sleeping, sleeping and more sleeping. To the average college student the amount of sleep I got this weekend was probably quite impressive. But, refer to the title of this blog. I am not made for partying. I take naps literally every day before I go to track practice, even though I get approximately 8 or 9 hours of sleep every night. I am beyond impressed by people who function on their 4 or 5 hours of sleep every night. I would pass out. It's ten PM right now. I'm going to bed.
BTDubs, Is it wrong that I still sleep with a teddy bear? I'm a 20 year old woman.... :/
BTDubs, Is it wrong that I still sleep with a teddy bear? I'm a 20 year old woman.... :/
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain.
It's time for another round of "Jenae's Mistaken Lyrics!"
So... Raise your hand if you have hear the song that goes "sky full of Ladders." I bet half of you are raising your hand. I hate to burst your bubble, but the lyrics are not actually "sky full of ladders" nor are the "sky full of letters" as I found out two Google searches ago. The song is actually called "Lighters" by Eminem and Bruno Mars. The lyrics are "sky full of lighters!" Which when you think about it makes wayyyy more sense than a sky full of ladders. I thought maybe he was getting all Biblical... like a sky full of ladders to heaven? I don't know. I hope we can all at least agree it totally sounds like he says ladders. Singers really need to enunciate their words better. I mean everyone is always getting mad at me for mumbling and not speaking clearly... I think that famous people should be held to the same if not a higher standard than I, a mere common person. Go get some speech therapy lessons.
P.S. California summers= the best. It's official. I don't want to go back to Spokane in two weeks.
So... Raise your hand if you have hear the song that goes "sky full of Ladders." I bet half of you are raising your hand. I hate to burst your bubble, but the lyrics are not actually "sky full of ladders" nor are the "sky full of letters" as I found out two Google searches ago. The song is actually called "Lighters" by Eminem and Bruno Mars. The lyrics are "sky full of lighters!" Which when you think about it makes wayyyy more sense than a sky full of ladders. I thought maybe he was getting all Biblical... like a sky full of ladders to heaven? I don't know. I hope we can all at least agree it totally sounds like he says ladders. Singers really need to enunciate their words better. I mean everyone is always getting mad at me for mumbling and not speaking clearly... I think that famous people should be held to the same if not a higher standard than I, a mere common person. Go get some speech therapy lessons.
P.S. California summers= the best. It's official. I don't want to go back to Spokane in two weeks.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Accomplishment
Pretty much, story of everyday of my life. I try to do the least amount of work I can possibly do and still get by. I would say it is a skill, but that would just seem so inappropriate. I feel bad for people who are like struggling to get everything done in their day, as a semi-successful college student I have a lot of time for naps. I would say that due to how much time I spend sleeping everyday I would be required to list it as a hobby.
Yes, not doing shit. Mission accomplished.
Oh, also important. It's Friday.
UPDATE: It was Friday when I started writing this, then midnight came around and ruined all the fun, hence the Saturday post.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Speechless
How did this picture get into my "Pictures" file of my computer?
Who the poop are these people? What drug is the boy on the right doing? Why is the one in the middle so tan? How long has this bromance been going on? Why?
WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?
Who the poop are these people? What drug is the boy on the right doing? Why is the one in the middle so tan? How long has this bromance been going on? Why?
WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?
24: Jenae's Epic Day
The following events occur in real time between 10 am and 4 pm. Boopdoopboopdoopboop.
So there I sit in Emergency Response class. Upstairs in the Fieldhouse at my school. The room is like a furnace basically, it is always really hot in there. Were talking about breathing and what to do if the victim has agonal breathing, which is where the person looks like their gasping but they aren't really getting any air. So our teacher shows us a video about it, she turns off the lights and closes the door to the room. I instantly can feel the temperature rising in the room, and that is when it starts... I felt really hot and started feeling sick. Now I am not the kind of person that get embarrassed very often, we always joke that I don't have the capability of feeling awkward or embarrassed; but I do know that if I puked in class, that would be the single most worst moment in my life. So, I was feeling pretty woozy. Praying the video would be over soon because each minute that passed I was feeling more and more like I was going to barf all over the kid in front of me. I put my head down hoping it would make me feel better, but that just made my face warmer and made me feel worse. I sat up and realized that everything was closing in on me, I no longer had peripheral vision, it was like a black tunnel. I looked at the movie right as the lifeguards saving the victim stabbed him with a needle (FYI: I am terrified of needles and shots, blegh) that I think is when it was just too much for my poor psyche, I remember trying to reach for my friend Soccer Mom, but not being able to see at all. That's the last thing I remember though.
*Information gathered from others:
(Lots of things creep me out about this information from others. Probably just cause I was not conscious for it really.) The class finished the movie, the teacher turned on the lights and went to the front of the class and started talking before my friend Soccer Mom yelled out for help. I don't even know how long I was out for before they realized, but evidently I had turned to Soccer Mom and started to reach out for her, which I remember, but I was failing epically at reaching her and my eyes were rolling back in my head. Soccer Mom said it sorta looked like I was having a little mini seizure because my hand was like shaking wildly. Soccer Mom yelled for the teacher who, thank goodness I was in Emergency Response class, is certified in all sorts of first aid stuff. At some point in time there I snorted really loudly, people told me that and I thought it was essential in this story. So, the teacher told everyone to clear the desk out of the way and they lowered me to the ground. Fun Fact: When everyone stood up to move out of the way another guy in my class passed out too, but he was awake by the time he hit the floor. One guy in the class called 9-1-1, the teacher had told him to since I was still unresponsive. I don't know what else they did while I was unconscious, probably had a party with ice cream and stuff, yanno everything fun that I would want to do in class. But, after about two minutes or so I woke up.
"Jenae! Jenae! Can you hear me? Wake up! Jenae!" Waking up with at least seven people leaning over you staring at you is really weird. Especially when it is only the third day of class so you don't actually know most of them. I had no idea who anyone was at first but then the teacher and Soccer Mom started to say my name so I looked towards them, and felt a little better. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep though, I felt like I was floating around in a weird mist. They put a oxygen mask on me to increase my oxygen intake. One guy fanned me with my notebook and it felt so glorious. It took about 5 minutes for me to be able to really be able to talk, but let me tell you something, a conscious person can hear everything that you are saying around them. I heard the teacher tell the 9-1-1 dispatcher that there were two students down (Some one else is out?) and that the second student is basically fine but the first student is in worse condition (Oh, shiz, am I the first student or the second one? Am I dying?) then I heard a guy in my class tell the teacher that he thought that I had a pre-existing condition because "something like this happened in math class last semester, not this drastic, but something like this." (WTF? No... I just liked to sleep in math class.) Soccer Mom, "Um... I don't think so... She's a perfectly healthy, athletic person and she would have told me if she had something." (Good ol' Soccer Mom's got my back). Someone took off my shoes and rolled up my sweat pants for me (Shiz, I haven't shaved my legs in like two weeks.) Soccer Mom called my mommy and told her I passed out in class but I was okay and I would call her once I was able to. The ambulance went to the wrong school, so about the time that they finally showed up our teacher had told everyone to use a blanket drag to move me into the MUCH cooler hallway. Thank you, Jesus. I was still weak, then a glorious face leaned over me.
HOW ARE FIREFIGHTERS ALWAYS SO HOTT? Is it a requirement? He was a firefighter paramedic, and he was beautiful. He poked my finger with a needle, (did not like that) then took my blood sugar, which was very low, but stayed holding onto my hand (did like that.) I drank someone's Naked juice and it was really interesting to see how much better that made me feel. Sugar for the win! So then the paramedics told me I needed to go see my doctor (which I don't have), well go to the hospital then (but I don't have a car), well, we've got an ambulance here that can take you (okay, sweet.) So they put me on a stretcher, brought me and Soccer Mom to the hospital, I got an IV (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) in my hand because my arm veins were being little babies. So, I had a buncha tests done and basically they all said good job you are fine, but if this happens again we will need to test you more in depth. Let me tell you, IV's make you have to pee realllllll baddddd. Also, when you push the nurse call button you are supposed to talk into the remote/walkie talkie/magical thing. They get grumpy when you don't understand the technology. Also, my mom laughed hysterically at me when I called and told her about the whole thing, thanks for being worried mom... Just kidding.
Now there are some people at school who pretty much just know that I'm the girl who passed out in class. I'll take it over the girl who puked in class.
Boopdoopboopdoopboop.
So there I sit in Emergency Response class. Upstairs in the Fieldhouse at my school. The room is like a furnace basically, it is always really hot in there. Were talking about breathing and what to do if the victim has agonal breathing, which is where the person looks like their gasping but they aren't really getting any air. So our teacher shows us a video about it, she turns off the lights and closes the door to the room. I instantly can feel the temperature rising in the room, and that is when it starts... I felt really hot and started feeling sick. Now I am not the kind of person that get embarrassed very often, we always joke that I don't have the capability of feeling awkward or embarrassed; but I do know that if I puked in class, that would be the single most worst moment in my life. So, I was feeling pretty woozy. Praying the video would be over soon because each minute that passed I was feeling more and more like I was going to barf all over the kid in front of me. I put my head down hoping it would make me feel better, but that just made my face warmer and made me feel worse. I sat up and realized that everything was closing in on me, I no longer had peripheral vision, it was like a black tunnel. I looked at the movie right as the lifeguards saving the victim stabbed him with a needle (FYI: I am terrified of needles and shots, blegh) that I think is when it was just too much for my poor psyche, I remember trying to reach for my friend Soccer Mom, but not being able to see at all. That's the last thing I remember though.
*Information gathered from others:
(Lots of things creep me out about this information from others. Probably just cause I was not conscious for it really.) The class finished the movie, the teacher turned on the lights and went to the front of the class and started talking before my friend Soccer Mom yelled out for help. I don't even know how long I was out for before they realized, but evidently I had turned to Soccer Mom and started to reach out for her, which I remember, but I was failing epically at reaching her and my eyes were rolling back in my head. Soccer Mom said it sorta looked like I was having a little mini seizure because my hand was like shaking wildly. Soccer Mom yelled for the teacher who, thank goodness I was in Emergency Response class, is certified in all sorts of first aid stuff. At some point in time there I snorted really loudly, people told me that and I thought it was essential in this story. So, the teacher told everyone to clear the desk out of the way and they lowered me to the ground. Fun Fact: When everyone stood up to move out of the way another guy in my class passed out too, but he was awake by the time he hit the floor. One guy in the class called 9-1-1, the teacher had told him to since I was still unresponsive. I don't know what else they did while I was unconscious, probably had a party with ice cream and stuff, yanno everything fun that I would want to do in class. But, after about two minutes or so I woke up.
"Jenae! Jenae! Can you hear me? Wake up! Jenae!" Waking up with at least seven people leaning over you staring at you is really weird. Especially when it is only the third day of class so you don't actually know most of them. I had no idea who anyone was at first but then the teacher and Soccer Mom started to say my name so I looked towards them, and felt a little better. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep though, I felt like I was floating around in a weird mist. They put a oxygen mask on me to increase my oxygen intake. One guy fanned me with my notebook and it felt so glorious. It took about 5 minutes for me to be able to really be able to talk, but let me tell you something, a conscious person can hear everything that you are saying around them. I heard the teacher tell the 9-1-1 dispatcher that there were two students down (Some one else is out?) and that the second student is basically fine but the first student is in worse condition (Oh, shiz, am I the first student or the second one? Am I dying?) then I heard a guy in my class tell the teacher that he thought that I had a pre-existing condition because "something like this happened in math class last semester, not this drastic, but something like this." (WTF? No... I just liked to sleep in math class.) Soccer Mom, "Um... I don't think so... She's a perfectly healthy, athletic person and she would have told me if she had something." (Good ol' Soccer Mom's got my back). Someone took off my shoes and rolled up my sweat pants for me (Shiz, I haven't shaved my legs in like two weeks.) Soccer Mom called my mommy and told her I passed out in class but I was okay and I would call her once I was able to. The ambulance went to the wrong school, so about the time that they finally showed up our teacher had told everyone to use a blanket drag to move me into the MUCH cooler hallway. Thank you, Jesus. I was still weak, then a glorious face leaned over me.
HOW ARE FIREFIGHTERS ALWAYS SO HOTT? Is it a requirement? He was a firefighter paramedic, and he was beautiful. He poked my finger with a needle, (did not like that) then took my blood sugar, which was very low, but stayed holding onto my hand (did like that.) I drank someone's Naked juice and it was really interesting to see how much better that made me feel. Sugar for the win! So then the paramedics told me I needed to go see my doctor (which I don't have), well go to the hospital then (but I don't have a car), well, we've got an ambulance here that can take you (okay, sweet.) So they put me on a stretcher, brought me and Soccer Mom to the hospital, I got an IV (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) in my hand because my arm veins were being little babies. So, I had a buncha tests done and basically they all said good job you are fine, but if this happens again we will need to test you more in depth. Let me tell you, IV's make you have to pee realllllll baddddd. Also, when you push the nurse call button you are supposed to talk into the remote/walkie talkie/magical thing. They get grumpy when you don't understand the technology. Also, my mom laughed hysterically at me when I called and told her about the whole thing, thanks for being worried mom... Just kidding.
Now there are some people at school who pretty much just know that I'm the girl who passed out in class. I'll take it over the girl who puked in class.
Boopdoopboopdoopboop.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Pic-a-nic Basket of Sleep
Does anyone else wish they could hibernate? Am I really weird wanting to do that? I mean... legitimately, that sounds like my dream life. Eat as much food as you possibly can to become all fat so that you can take a freakin' long nap from October to around May. Okay, nature fact: Bears actually will wake up occasionally in their hibernation time, it is more like a series of long naps. But I want to be an American Black Bear, who can take a 100 day long nap!
Everyday I wake up and just debate which would be worse, if I just slept through class or if I woke up and drug myself throughout my daily routine half aware of what I am doing and "learning." I feel like I am the only person who feels this way... Am I the only one who seems to constantly be tired? I have dubbed myself a champion sleeper. I can sleep whenever I want. Just woke up from a 12 hour long sleep, doesn't matter, I can sleep more. My friend Hamster and I want to have a competition and see who can sleep longest. I don't know is this will ever come about, but it would be a close race I feel.
Well, I'm exhausted. I think I am gunna go to bed now... at 9:46. Yea. I'm that sleepy.
Everyday I wake up and just debate which would be worse, if I just slept through class or if I woke up and drug myself throughout my daily routine half aware of what I am doing and "learning." I feel like I am the only person who feels this way... Am I the only one who seems to constantly be tired? I have dubbed myself a champion sleeper. I can sleep whenever I want. Just woke up from a 12 hour long sleep, doesn't matter, I can sleep more. My friend Hamster and I want to have a competition and see who can sleep longest. I don't know is this will ever come about, but it would be a close race I feel.
Well, I'm exhausted. I think I am gunna go to bed now... at 9:46. Yea. I'm that sleepy.
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