Random thoughts while waiting on my test time to start

10/6/11

Well, I have reached the point of no return in studying for this sex test. That means that I will not return to studying.

I have been studying and studying and I’m tired of it and I’ve quit caring. I’m sure I’ll care in an hour as I’m taking the test and can’t remember the correct answer, but can remember reading it in the book. I don’t like it when that happens.

I need to decide how I will waste the next hour though. I’m listening to Pandora right now. Randy Travis is singing about how the reason he must go is on the other hand.

I wish I had something fun to do. I could go sit outside of the testing room and ask people what they thought about the test… in fact… I just might do that. I sat and watched people walk out for a few minutes and couldn’t go through with asking. Maybe in a little while.

I’ll fill out my scan tron with my time. It just occurred to me that if I were to fill out all of my scan trons ahead of time, I’d never feel obligated to donate scan trons to students who had forgotten to get out. That is a good idea… I wonder what God thinks about it. I think he may  be alright with it. That’s a great idea!

Last night I dreamed that I was a manager of a special basketball game. I was a manager who focused highly on nutrition. After I realized what my role was, I realized that all my basketball players were super hot! They all had 8 packs like bam! They were sexy. So I made them a beef pan… I don’t know what that means exactly… but I made them a pan of beef. I tried it and started throwing up. It was then that I realized that I was in the bathroom. (Isn’t it crazy how you can just realize you are somewhere else in a dream… I think that’s how some of my pretending was when I was little). Anyway, I was throwing up. As I lifted my head in the dream I saw a mirror and was horrified to realize my hair had turned black and the roots were hot pink. I was mainly horrified because I knew everyone would know it was not natural and that I had done something to it, even though I hadn’t. Talk about frightening!

I look forward to bedtime. I just wish I could eat some yogurt beforehand. I’m not doing sugar for the month though. We’ll just have to see how that goes. I’m hoping to lose some weight.

I do look forward to being skinnier and smaller one day. That makes feeling so hungry a little bit easier. I am always hungry. I chew a lot of gum to deal with it. I also drink an insane amount of water. I’m like a water hippo. I don’t know how much they drink, but I’m sure it’s more than a cheeta or an animal that doesn’t hang out in the water.

I wish I could dance. I wish that everyone in this library would be on board with a random, perfectly choreographed song and dance routine led by yours truly. I enjoy imagining what would happen if I jumped on the computer desk and just started singing and dancing all over this lab. I’d love it if everyone enthusiastically joined in according to my set rhythm. I would need a better costume though. I’m wearing some grey and pink pin strip dress pants, sketchers, a little sweater thing, and a grey shell underneath. I feel like a professional woman today. I wonder if I look all grown up or if people can see through me.

Even though it’s been nearly two weeks since I have regularly been on facebook, I still think in status updates.  Maybe that’s partially why my journals tend to be so scattered.

I’m seeing people go upstairs to take the test… I may go join them. When I do, I think I’ll contemplate whether or not I like facial hair on men. What better topic is there to think about right before you’re about to take a make it or break it test for a semi important class? I can’t imagine. I suppose this is the truest living example of senioritis that I keep hearing about. It’s basically where you get to a point in your academic career where you truly are over it. I’m over it. I’m done. Checked out. Finished. But not finished. I’m not done. I have at least one semester to go, most likely two… and if hell on earth exists, three. I’d just die. I’d lay down and die. Well, that’s an exaggeration.

Ok I want to know who that young hottie is walking towards me. He’s wearing this fabulous brilliant blue shirt that would get him hired in a heart beat for any job interview. Mmm. He’s like super young though. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was three years younger than me. I’m such a cougar now. The cool thing about liking younger men is you know you have the upper hand in more ways than just one. There’s a confidence that comes with it that confirms that you are less likely to be hurt. Did I truly just admit that? I sound so sorry right now. I am not interested in dating younger men for the record…. I just enjoy being amused by the fantasy of it. It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever really considered it.

I wish that I could blog about some topics aside from relationships, food, my fat ass, and occasional crafting projects. Sorry, those are just the main topics that hold my attention.

So far everyone who has gone up to take that stupid sex test has come back down. I suppose the first test group isn’t done yet. We still have 40 min to go. I just saw another guy go up. Let’s see if he comes back down. I’ll give him 4-5 minutes. There he is. Now he’s walking back outside. I guess I will just keep waiting. It’s funny to me that none of these people are reading the sign. Just as a type that, a girl stopped and read the sign about the test… and another one did too.

Could I be any more boring right now? Is anyone reading this?

My sex class is all online so it will be cool to see what kind of people are in the class. So far, 90% of the people who have come out of the first testing group have been women. Why would so many skinny pretty girls be interested in a sex class? Haha, maybe for the same reason that I am. I like sex.

Well, when there is nothing better to do than sit in one place for another 30 minutes, there is always pinterest.