Today was a not-so-good day to be Joanna. I found out that I sold my soul to the tricksy loan people for a Bachelor's Degree in English. Bah. All in all it's been a poopy day, but at least I have the loyalty of an asian. No one should be without one. If you can't afford an asian of your own, try time-sharing an asian with a close friend. It'll be worth every penny. *this message has been brought to you by "Asians R Us" where you can get high quality asians at rock bottom prices*

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I had my honors orals today and I must say that it was not that bad at all. I rather enjoyed certain parts of it. I guess it's all in the professors you choose for your committee. I had Dr. Trupe, who is a very pleasant woman, unassuming and nonthreatening; Dr. Scheppard, a very interesting prof. who genuinely enjoys teaching and is passionate about her specialty; and Dr. Suter (Scottie) who is, by far, the coolest prof. Bridgwater has ever known. So, they asked me some Lit. questions and some overarching education questions and Dr. Scheppard asked some Biblical Interpretation questions. All in all, a good experience. I was even told that my oral skills aren't as bad as I think they are. Baisically the whole experience made me feel pretty smart and I got a lil ego boost which is always nice. I'm very glad to be Joanna today. I mean let's face it, no one is as cool as me.

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Ok, so I'm an idiot. I was wearing my slippery flip-flops, so you would think that I would pay attention while doing dangerous things like going down stairs, right? Of course not. I was leaving the appartment, heading down the steps from tower B, when my left leg flew out from uner me and I landed, with a loud thump, on my butt. The only good part was that there was no one there to see me make an idiot of my self. Alas, at least it's Friday. And all in all, life is good.

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I don't know what my problem is, but I don't seem to have any focus this semester at all. I've been in the Writing Center trying to write my Enlish paper for about 3 hours now and all I have is one stinking paragraph. And I'm interested in what I'm writing about. I just can't seem to get the words down the way I want them. It sucks. Guess I should get back to it.

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Today was gorgeous. I hope spring is here to stay; I'm tired of the nice weather getting interrupted by cold spells. I got my test back from scottie today...the one we took about 2 weeks ago. I love that man, such a slacker. That's his charm though. The James Dean of the English department. And apparently I'm brilliant...he said I did "good work"...and I got 100% on it. I rock! We have a Gandalf here as well. For those of you who haven't been to Kristin's blog lately, you should meander on over there and see her uncanny "rendering" of Bridgewater's very own white wizzard.

I'm looking forward to spending this evening with Justin and his family. Perhaps I'll get some good home cookin'. Anything is better than KCC food at this point. I really don't have much else to say. Not too much going on today. I do have quite a heavy work load for the next week or so, so my posts will probably be very short this week. I know, I know, it'll be tough to manage with so little of my brilliance to see you through, but it cannot be helped.

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I'm such a blogging slacker, but it's not my fault that you all hang upon my every word. I shall try to be more reliable for my adoring public. I have had quite the busy week. I think, in the interest of organization, space, and clarity, I'll summarize the important parts of each day.

Wednesday was spent in Cumberland. Justin and I did some appartment shopping. We found a place that looked promising. The rent was reasonable, it was nice, and it was in a neighborhood that we would not have to fear for our lives in. That's all I ask for in an appartment really. I also got to visit with my cousin and my adorable little "nephew" Ethan. He's talking these days and he knows where his belly is. Too cute. I arrived back at Bridgewater well after my classes were over and too tired to blog, did some homework and called it a day.

Thrusday...nothing too vivid stands out in my mind. Must not have been a very exciting day. Classes mostly I think. Oh, and I went to my final convocation and listened to some really bad poetry. That was, sadly, probably the most interesting thing about Thrusday.

Friday Justin and I made yet another trek up to Oakland with every intention of putting a security deposit down on the afforementioned appartment. However, the lady we talked to is a liar and even though she told us to call her when we got there and she would arrange a time to meet with us, she lied. We tried to get ahold of her all morning on Saturday, but to no avail. We've, I think, given up on that appartment. Friday night Justin and I hung out with Stephie and Evan all evening. We watched a movie. Nothing very exciting about Friday either I guess.

Saturday...Justin did some job searching, I did some appartment searching (after we realized that the lady was a liar). Then we came home and ate the left overs from the barbeque that Justin's family had had earlier that day. I was genuinely sad that we missed it. Justin and I logged some cuddle time and then I retired to Justin's grandma's couch for the most heavenly sleep this side of death. Couches at Bridgewater could never compare to the glory that is this couch.

Sunday was the whole church thing and of course Sunday dinner with Justin's family. We combined two divine aspects of this world with some cuddle time and a nap on the heavenly couch. I love lazy Sunday afternoons.

That pretty much sums up my week. Sorry to have deprived you all of my presence for so long, but as you can see, I've been quite busy. I'll try not to keep you all waiting so long for my next post however. I know my glory is quite intoxicating.

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I enjoyed another Josefson experience today as Dr. Suter had cancelled class. After a terrible experience in Watson's class I walked into the lobby of Bowman to find my asain waiting there, patiently, for me. We walked together to Women and Politics, and while I still have yet to witness the man breaking chalk, I did get to see him act like a woman. My afternoon was further cheered as Kristin unpacked her lunch... and mine. The artist is always looking out for the muse. Mmmm ham and swiss; I trust that you all remember how I feel about that heavenly combination of sandwich elements. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside and the dirty feeling from postmodernism was washed away. Later, my daddy stopped by for a visit with me while I was in the Writing Center. All in all, a good day.


Oh and Justin is supposed to stop by after work this evening. More good times.

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One more quick thing. I got Justin's wedding band. It's plain white gold with a bit of beading on both sides. I dig it and I think he does too. It was exactly what I was looking for and I'm very excited that I found a nice one.

Also, you should check out the DNR (Daily News Record) today because our engagement announcement is in it.

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Today was yet another gorgeous day. The weather was beautiful all weekend. I even managed to get a slight tan on my pasty pale skin yesterday -- although I'm still insanely white. My mom and sister came down for a brief visit on Saturday and we did some wedding whatnot. I feel pretty good about getting that stuff accomplished. I spent the rest of the weekend at Justin's house which is always nice. I enjoy getting away and spending time with his family away from school and the horrible food here. I spent all day Sunday with him and his family. We did the church thing and the Sunday dinner thing. And after a long lazy afternoon of romping in the grass with a pomeranean and his five year old cousin, Hannah he brought me back here. When I'm out there, I never want to come back here, but duty (and by duty I mean homework) called. We played a bit of tennis and then I walked him down to the river (to mine and Kristin's spot). We didn't talk much, just sat and enjoyed the cool of the evening as dusk settled. He wrapped his arms around me and we sat and watched the light fade over the river. It's nice to bond without speaking. I'll lock this one away.

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Yummmm... good crunchy loud potato chips. Too bad they are "forbidden" in Spanish class. *rolls eyes* Oh well, at least it's Friday. A long weekend of doing nothing lays before me. Kristin and I have arranged a tenative tennis date for Sunday afternoon since we both suck so much. The other kids played with us in class today. They didn't make fun of us or anything. We played a real doubles game. I much prefer just smacking the ball around though. There's too much pressure in a "real game." I loose all my "skills." It was fun though. Kristin got a new racket and it is devine. I want one now. I blame my sucky tennis abilities on a bad racket. Ok this is a boring entry. I'm not inspired, so I'm going to stop typing now.

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I detest proofreading papers for people who cannot write. It's that time of year again. The time of year when Dr. Puffenbarger's students flood the writing center with their scientific brains and lack of writing expertise. (no offense Jenn, but I'm sure there is no way your writing could be as bad as this...I've seen it and in comparison it's beautiful). Basic grammar is not that difficult. Write small sentences if you need to, but my goodness, the word problems. Red does not = read. There are three spellings for the word "there" "their" and "they're," and no it is not ok to just pick one. So, I read 9 pages of this. I feel dirty.

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The Artist and the Muse are one today. It's odd, Kristin and I have had the same thoughts running through our heads all day. I was just preparing to go to the bathroom for a good read, when I saw Kristin leaving her room, book in hand. She stopped in my doorway to say "hi" and seeing that I also had a book in hand and was starting for the door, she asked if I was planning to go to the bathroom to read as well. As it turns out, neither of us needed to go, we were simply looking for a good read. Good times. Kristin does rock my world.

In other news, I had quite a pleasant day (excluding the reprimand I got after Spanish class; apparently eating in class is "Forbidden" and eating chips is a mortal sin. I don't know if I've ranted here or not, but I detest anal people and I think this takes the cake.) Other than that, it was sunny and warm. I knew this morning that it would be hot. I could feel the heat hanging thickly in the sky as I walked to Flory to get my tennis racket. (I left it there on Monday because I'm an idiot and miracle of miracles, it was still there today). The Kristin and I had quite a nice little outing to the book fair. Books can make any day fairer, sigh... Where was I, oh yes books. I do love cheap books. After that we went to Wal-Mart and got things to make our bellies happy. I enjoyed my first really good bowl of chocolate ice cream since lent began. Orgasmic! Nothing hits the spot quite like creamy chocolate Breyer's icecream. All in all, it was a good day for the Joanna.

Oh and I might mention that the turning point in my day was right after Justin stopped by this afternoon. Wonderfulness seemed to follow. Ok, sorry to be mushy...

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I have at last basked in the presence of Dr. Jo. Kristin was determined that I should have the "Josefson experience" before graduation, so today after the Founder's Day Convo and the luncheon following, I trooped behind her to his Women and Politics class. And I must say that I was not disappointed. I felt especially smart when he began to talk about the influence of Postmodern philosophy on the politics of Coalition. Man, even that sentence made me feel smart. I even got a special glance at the beginning at class as he said that the material would be difficult, but would be considerably easier and more familiar to those who had taken postmodernism. Teeheehee. Whatever his faults, the man has passion! Speaking of which, Scheppard got all crazy passionate in class this morning. It was faboulous. She jumped up and down as she raved about "Star Wars" to illustrate how you enter a story and play with the ideas... making decisions for the characters and putting yourself in the story with them. And all in order to prove a point about exegesis. It was beautiful. I shall miss these professors who challenge me to think, to think deeply, and to think passionately. Graduation is so close; I can feel it closing in. Mostly I'm excited about the things to come, but it is bittersweet in a way. Part of me fears mediocraty. I don't know what I'll do when I no longer have the intellectual stimulation of great professors and other students (Kristin) to draw on. Oh, well. I guess you can never grow if you don't keep moving forward...

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I hate loud obnoxious people. You don't bring your hip-hop rap crap into the writing center and play it at full blast when there are people trying to study. It's rude. If you must listen to such smut, do it elswhere. Some of take classes that are actually intellectually stimulating and require thought processes. We aren't all studying sports and business. (no offense to any of the intelligent business majors, just these annoying ones here in the writing center. I detest having my concentration disrupted. ...and they're getting louder!
If you must listen to your nasty rap music USE HEADPHONES!!!
Stupid people really piss me off.

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Yeah, so it's been a while...again, since I've posted. Sorry to have deprived all of you of my genius for such a long period of time, but it couldn't be helped. Generally, I spend the weekends with Justin and he doesn't have a computer since he blew it up while he was downloading music. We went tux shopping on Saturday; oh, if only you could have heard Justin's whining...priceless, but other than that my weekend was relatively uneventful. I do love spending time with his family though; I feel as though I've been accepted by all of them. It's like I get to go "home" every weekend, only I don't have to drive three hours to get there. I finally got new shoes, so now my feet won't get wet everytime it rains. It takes forever for me to shoe shop becuase I wear children's sizes, but that doesn't mean I want pink tennis shoes with bows and sparkles all over them. After dragging Justin to every shoe store in the Harrisonburg mall, I finally found a pair of plain white children's tennis shoes that didn't look like they were for an eight year old. I wanted the insanely cool cheerleading shoes with the nike swoosh that changed colors, but they weren't in my size. I might add that they had them in every size except for mine. Alas the shoes I got are white and comfy and insanely light weight. They're like clouds for your feet. I love 'em, plus they'll keep my feet dry. That's all I ask. Ok, I've been rambling about shoes for a long time now, so I'm going to stop that.

If you got bored with all the shoe talk, here's a quick summary:
Good weekend
Justin hates tux shopping
I love Justin's family
I have new shoes

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