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You jump, i jump jack

Usually, in the mornings at the gym i vacume the floor, thats the one real rsponsibility that i have, besides that i just kinda sit at teh front desk and read,study,surf....anyways i get an email last night from the owner that teh vacume cleaner has passed away adn is no longer...but would i mind cleaning the mirrors? of course not i say, why should i, it didnt make me feel like cinderalla at all! anyways, the room is covered in floor-ceiling mirrors, so this was gonna take a little more time than the usual vacuum, but hey i was ready to go. so armed with my rag and windex i started on the first pane of the mirror, at which point something occurred to me, it actually stared me in the face, im less than 5ft and teh mirror is waaaaaaay taller than me, i couldnt reach all the smudges at the top! anways i do not let that deter me, i go on, doing what i can, only spraying what is exactly within in my range, but then as i moved along the handprints on the glass was just beyond my range, so i

To delete or not to delete, zehoo ha'shaiyla!

So you've all probably noticed that i dont have the best typing skills and even on this blog i try my hardest to fix my mistakes, i never really had the patience to learn how to type properly, but anywhose, the point is that my friend and I decided that we are not gonna fix our typos in our emails, we can explain a particularly bad messup but you are not allowed to go back and fix it, the backspace button is non-existant. you are only allowed to move forward , never back. and she had the brilliant idea that this could be a great blog topic, so this week its dedicated to her! when we type, its inevitible that we are going to make mistakes, some more than others, practice makes perfect. if you are having a better day than others your typing may be better. if you are like me, than the faster the song im listening to, the faster i type..alot of factors can affect the speed and accuracy of one's typing skills, but one of the major ones i seem to find, is that you have to care, if y

Embrace the pain!

SOOOOOoo... what to write? what to write? yesterday, I had one of teh most accomplishing days i've had in a while. Thursday is the one day a week taht I dont have school, and boy did i take advantage, I woke up early cuz i had a DOc appointment and ran around all day, it was like i was in Israel. Currently i have three holes poked in me, one is in my left arm where the nurse took blood to run labs, the other two are on my right; a finger prick to make sure my iron(Fe) levels are good and then a deep poke in my right arm into my radial vein ..so what, well i didnt know till .5 a sec ago so allow me to share my epiphany...my better vein is in my left arm and that was used for the shnooky little blood test so on my right arm where the real action was taking place and i needed to fill up a bag of blood- i had to use my smaller and less visable vein. she had to dig into my arm to get it cuz it was deeper than she thought and then cuz she used so much iodine to numb me, it burned when s

Time..Give us more time...

So really this isnt what i originally planned to write, last nite as i was falling asleep i recall having a briliant idea but for the life of me I cant remember so heres what i got....ready? We all complain that we dont have enuf time, "where does my time go?" yoiu say to yourslef as the clock strikes 12 am, and then before you know its two am and you will your self to go to sleep and you promise yourself that tom will be diff, I'll go to bed early tonight, you tell yourself as you pour your second cup of steaming coffee before 10am, kay maybe im exaggerating maybe not, i have a friend who regularly gets 4shots of expresso in her latte. so where does our time go? Yea, we waste it, yea we use it, yea we enjoy some of it, but the question is are we aware of it? In my career development class, my teacher routinley asks us how we are doing, and its not a general question to the class with a bunch of half mumbled incoherent responses in return..no she picks