I hate you Winter! Hateeeeee!

I'm sick. I hate being sick. Why? Because I turn in a whiny bitch that would make Kanye cry in shame. Yeah. Exactly. And I had not one, but two tests today. I blew off studying for the math. But the sociology. Oh, the soc. Dude, if you're gonna write a review, you might wanna PUT IT ALL ON THERE. I'm just saying. Good lord. Half the test was on research methods and he took a grand total of 15 minutes to cover that in class.

Oh, class. Okay, we've been in school roughly 3 weeks. Since the 7th. And out of the six or so classes: we've had the first day where you don't learn anything, two days of a movie, and one day of review. Now, that would sound like a lot of class time. But that leaves a whooping two days of discussion of an entire chapter. And they're not done not back to back, but in between the other things. Yeah, exactly.

Dear teachers,

The electronic age is not your babysitter. Okay? Got it? Good. If I'm paying, or the Pell Grant's paying, an assload of money for me to attend, I would actually like to learn something.

No love,
Your irritated student.

My religions teacher is same damn way. I have major education rant coming up when I'm not hacking up a lung and kidney while discharging snot at an alarming rate.

Now I'm going off to bed. I'm tired, damn it. And my eyes hurt. And I can't take a damn thing over counter because I can't have antihistamines, and Mucinex DM puts me out for at least 12 hours. Oh, yeah. This is gonna be a fun battle. I also can't take cough medicine. Gag reflex. I took phenobarbital as a child, and I physically can't swallow liquid medicine anymore. The aftertaste would be something like mixing Robotussin and tequila. Yeah, imagine that for a kid 11 months to 6 years. It was fantastic, lemme tell you.

*whimpers*

I'm going to crawl in my hole and die now. Night everyone.

Not Agaaaaaain

Here it is. Snow. Again. We had snow on Wednesday and now apparently on Saturday. I'm wondering if we'll get it on Monday. Though, I really don't wanna miss classes on Tuesday since I missed it on Thursday.

A little background. It started snowing sometime between 3:30 and 4:30 Wednesday afternoon. It was during my first class in any case. I thought "screw it, I'll go home." Got about two minutes from campus and decided to go back. See, I don't like missing class if possible. It tends to fuck up my learning momentum, and it's hard for me to get back into the swing of things. So I go back for math class, and we do one whole section. We got out like 45 minutes early. The little snowflakes I saw before math had covered the ground in massive amounts. The line getting out of campus was insane. Seriously, it was like traffic hour on 85. Which for those of you not Atlanta born, that means it's like trying to find a parking spot on Black Friday. Yeah, exactly. Except that's every weeknight.

Anyway, I managed to scoot around and use the back way I discovered by accident earlier last week. So I get in line, with a stoplight no less, and I'm like "screw taking Peachtree Industrial." The line was so massive to just turn, and no. I go to Buford Hwy instead. Now, going this route is not a favorite way for me. It's in a kinda seedy part, and hello, single girl rolling through. But I finally get to the highway, get in an lane, waiting to turn.

The light changes and everyone starts to turn, because hey, turn light. All of a sudden I see brake lights ahead. I slam on my brakes but still tap into the guy in front of me. By the way? I have this high pitch scream-squeal every time I get in an accident. It's so girly and sooo not me normally. Now, the problem with this is that those of us that were turning...were still turning! Oh, yes. Someone about four cars in front decided to just stop while trying to switch lanes. Because clearly you need to do that when no traffic is in the other lane since you're leading both turning lanes. I pull over to the other guy, completely freaked that I've fucked up his car, while driving my godmom's car, and on her insurance. We're at a closed car dealership, because you know, snow on the ground (another reason it was a fantastic idea to just stop in the middle of a turning area) so everyone's at the store stocking up on toilet paper, bread, and milk. Don't ask me, Southern thing.

I get out, check my car and his and am visible happy that I didn't even dent the car. Seriously, when you're going a whopping five miles, not going fast there. I knock on the window, make sure he's already (he is), and then he wants my insurance information and name. I hand it over and go back to my car to get out the cold weather. The guy gets out, checks his car, and I'm just babbling about why in the world someone would just stop in the middle of bad weather to merge in a lane when no one was going past them (a common affliction, I might add). He writes down his address and phone number saying that it doesn't look like there's any damage but he needs to see in the morning. I agree, get the info he's written down, and we take off. See, we didn't even need the cops. Go team me. I didn't want it on my license, what can I say?

I get home explain it all to my mom, and kind of live in shell-shocked land until I fall asleep about 2. What? I was worried. I decided then that fuck it, I wasn't going to class. I don't care what I missed. I took the day off, worrying if his car had any damage. My mom calls him up and asks about 6 (talk about a day of torture), and it turns out that other than a teeny tiny paint chip, you can't notice he'd been hit. So I'm off the hook! Damn right I'm a good driver. After that I felt so much better. Like loads.

That was Wednesday/Thursday. Today I looked out and saw the scene you see in the pic. Sorry about the crappy photo. I guess it was something with the lights that did the weirdness. But yes, photogenic proof that Atlanta can in fact get snow twice in one week without it being a blizzard.

Randomness was her name-o!

6 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME
1. I put alcohol in almost everything I cook, especially white wine.
2. I learned to swim when I was 1 and jumped into the deep end of a pool.
3. My first cat was a cowkitty named Jerry. Growing up, I thought Jerry was the name of cat instead of Tom.
4. I adore reading urban fantasy, which more often than not ends up shelved in romance because of publishers desire to sell even when it's the wrong genre . And no, that doesn't include the Anita Blake series. I like more plot, less porn please.
5. Growing up, I had a huge crush on JTT. JTT being Jonathon Taylor Thomas. Aka Randy from Home Improvement.
6. I collect anything with dragons, unicorns, bottle-nose dolphins and orcas on it. I always wear a dragon silver ring, in an effort to protect myself. Fire always facing out to the world.

Arrrrrrrrgh, real monsters!

School started. Am exhausted. Am nuts. Have 4-5 classes. Might exempt one. Course includes "How to use Email." Can actually do that, and make it whistle a jaunty tune about pretty redhead.

Going to bed. Resting up. Looooooong semester. Group term paper in History due in March. Link anything important.

*tumbles into bed*

Jessie's Rules of Driving

I have a slightly severe case of road rage. Hey, I admit it. I cuss a blue streak, all the time, even when I probably should clamp my mouth shut. I invent words for when I drive. I can't help it. I drive in Atlanta. Yeah. Atlanta. And all the outlaying areas, since that's where I live. And let me tell you, I've decided there should be rules in order to not tempt me to go run someone off the road.

Rule 1: Don't go 15 miles under the speed limit in the passing lane.
See, this confuses people, I think. I've decided about 90% of the drivers do not actually understand the passing lane is for passing. It is not in fact for making a second slow lane. Hell, when the granny driver next to you on Wednesday (Old People Day) is faster, you have problems. If you have to go slow, move over to the nice lane that's creeping along like a slug. Can't miss it. It's the one blowing past you. And if you're afraid of going too fast, there are these nifty inventions call speed signs that tell you what the minimum limit is.

Rule 2: If lost, don't cut across three lanes of traffic during rush hour.
Seriously, don't. No, really. Because your ass will end up like a feet up armadillo. This is why accidents happen, people. Well, that and Rule 1. You see, if you miss your turn, it is just as easy to go to the next street or exit and turn around that way. Yes, it's a bit of a pain. But hey, at least you won't be singing off-tune with an angelic choir, okay?

Rule 3: Don't attempt Spaghetti Junction if you're not from here.
Again, it's a really bad idea. You see, that place makes the natives crazy. And some of us are born and bred (okay, not a lot, but a few), and we get lost. If we get lost, there's a high chance that you'll be doomed. Read those signs that tell you how the traffic levels are. Because they will come in handy. And if you're like me, you can take back ways home, and can avoid people like you.

Rule 4: If you have to use a phone, pull the hell over.
See, I can be flexible with this rule. If you can drive with one hand, more power to you. But if you're doing Rule 1, then those us attempting to not get hit because we have to slam on the brakes every two minutes reserve the right to knock you into next week. With a metal bat. I'm sure it's fascinating discussing who's wearing what, where you're supposed to be for your job, why your grandmother puts ketchup in spaghetti, but I really could give a fuck less. I'm more concerned with not banging up a nice car because you think it's cute. I drive with my phone. And I talk for all of about a minute, and then I get off. Because hey, I like not being upside down from someone speeding up behind me and not being able to stop fast enough.

Rule 5: Don't think you can navigate Atlanta roads, especially the 75/85 exchange.
Look, it's like Rules 2 & 3. Seriously. Except it's ten times worse because of the location. Right at 14th street, the crazy shit happens. As soon as you see the Varsity sign, you know you're gonna be in trouble. So stay in the middle lane. It'll branch off and you can go either 75 or 85 North. It's a lot easier. Trust me. Crossing something like six lanes of traffic because you're on the wrong side isn't cute. And, again, you can easily turn around and follow the little green signs.

Rule 6: Don't cut people off.
Seriously, just be aware of the cars around you. It's not difficult. You're surrounded by a couple tons of car on all sides. Use your mirrors. Don't cut someone off unless you want to die. Especially if you're anywhere near what was Techwood. In fact, if you're not from Techwood and you're close by, just drive away. Seriously. Trust me. It's Techwood.

Rule 7: The roads are insane. Embrace it.
We have some whacked out streets. Just ask Peachtree, which changes names a couple times, within about a mile. Oh, and about that. Yeah, you know, it's best to ask a local about the road names. Because I can think of two major roads that do that, besides Peachtree. One being Roswell, which becomes something before it's Piedmont. And there's a ton of side Peachtree roads and streets. Make sure you know which one you're talking about. Because West Peachtree is not the main Peachtree. They are two different streets. For one thing, West Peachtree only goes one way.

Rule 8: Pay attention the road!
If you are in a SUV or minivan, have at least four loud kids in the back, on the phone and smoking a cigarette, you shouldn't allowed on the road at all. Because you need at least one hand on the wheel. Seriously, it's not a hard concept.

Rule 9: Rules can change at my whim.
I reserve the right to change and edit these rules, depending on the mind-numbing stupid I see daily. And I will, trust me.

It's Weirdest Time of the Yeeeeeear

Happy New Year's, everyone!!!

Here's to 2008 being better than 2007.

P.S. My boobs are about to fall off it's so cold here. Welcome to Atlanta's temperamental weather. Not funny, Mother Nature. Not funny. We finally get some decent rain and it gets so cold that the 30s feels more like 10. Fabulous. Methinks I'll be staying in so my tatas don't end up on the sidewalk, looking all egg- and flat-like. On the plus side, at least it's not hot, so they wouldn't fry.