Timmy H.

I find it challenging to blog regularly cause of the insane routine I'm in here at school.

Wake up, eat, class, study, nap, study, eat, study, sleep. Repeat.

There's not much more to it!

I have developed some odd habits, however. Visiting TH's daily. Watching The Big Bang Theory until my sides hurt. Looking forward to weekend for the sole purpose of sleep. Consuming excessive amounts of caffeine. Shopping for bargains and rejoicing when successful.

But that is university, I suppose.

I finished midterms yesterday. FINALLY. I don't understand why it's even called a 'mid' term anymore. It's more like a '3/4 of the way' term. Goodness. It was on the muscles of the neck/head/face and the central nervous system (CNS) - the brain and spinal cord. I have really grown to enjoy learning about various muscles, what they do, how they work. And the names are just bizarre, but after staring at them for long enough, words like oculi, oris, and corrugator begin to make sense.

The CNS, on the other hand, makes me want to bang my frontal bone (forehead) repeatedly against a desk. Neurglia, white matter, gray matter, spinous processes, oligodendrocytes, dorsal ventrals, GAH! For some reason, the nervous stuff and I just don't get along.

If any of you are hardcore coffee drinkers with a tight-budget, you would've circled the month of March as the beginning of the ROLL UP THE RIM TO WIN contest at Timmy H. I don't know about you, but the anticipation of finding $10,000 or an SUV hidden underneath my rim is almost more elating than the caffeine itself. However, the score of TH: 4,456 D: 2 doesn't suggest positive odds. Regardless, I will keep truckin' on until I win that stupid SUV or free muffin. I'm determined to.

The other day, while out shopping with my mother, I saw an UNROLLED Timmy's cup in a garbage bin. I was absolutely aghast that someone threw away the opportunity to win a prize others are willing to crawl through garbage for. For a moment, I considered shutting the Nursing books for good and taking up dumpster-diving instead. After all, who knows how many unrolled SUV-winning coffee cups are rotting away in a trash pit? However, after much inner turmoil and restraint, I let that cup be and continued on my way. I will never know if a Toshiba Netbook was under that germ-ridden rim or not. How I wish I rolled that rim.

Love, D.