Lost Eyelashes= One Terrible Day

Apparently if you are fifteen, the loss of your false eyelashes is a life or death, end of the world, Armageddon type event.

I leave the house at 6:45 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Just before I leave I wake up Jessie the fifteen year old.

This morning as I was on the bus to campus, I got a call that not only had the sky fallen, but the world was crumbling around her because she couldn't find her false eyelashes. The loss of said eyelashes was of course MY FAULT.

I should expect this. I should not be wondering how this could be my fault when I know that things always end up being my fault for some reason or another. If I am cleaning and I move something it is my fault when she can't find it. If she loses her homework it is my fault because I didn't look through the trash before I threw it out. If the cat pees on something it is my fault for having a cat and the dog hair that covers our house like a carpet at times is also my fault for insisting that we have pets. So naturally, I should not have been surprised when the missing false eyelashes --that she wears to school every day-- became my fault. Her reasoning, I was the first one up.

Some background on this incident: Last night when she took them off she set them on the coffee table. I informed her that this was not where we keep eyelashes, and that she should move them before they go missing. (Foreshadowing? intuition? Nope, I just know teenagers.) She insisted she would. But as I was turning out the lamp for bedtime, I noticed they were still there. In my defense, I did not move myself them for fear of the teenage wrath that comes when I move her stuff. So instead they spent the night on the coffee table. This morning around seven she called me frantically (you will recall the sky is falling perviously mentioned.) HER EYELASHES WERE LOST. In a mom inspired moment, I said that perhaps she should learn to put her things away, if she had they would not have gotten lost. She informed me that I should learn to not touch the things she doesn't put away. And I am now responsible for buying her a new pair and that she is now pissed and her day has been ruined. (Drama Queen Much?)

I apparently also need to learn to be more careful in the morning when I am getting dressed because obviously this includes the coffee table. (I would be willing to make a bet that as soon as I get home tonight I will find them, because whenever said teenager is sent to look for something she becomes blind and incapable. She can't find anything, mainly because she doesn't really look.)

I am of the opinion that the loss of false eyelashes is not the end all be all of the day. This does not a tragedy make. When I informed her of this i got hysterics on the other end of the phone line. Apparently I don't understand that for a teenager nowadays, it does in fact create a terrible day if one loses her false eyelashes. I simply don't get it.

Am I alone in thinking this a non-issue?  I think that there are so many other things that can ruin your day. The loss of eyelashes because you chose not to put them away is not one of them. I can only hope that a lesson has been learned. Ahhh! The beauty of perspective.

What WAS I thinking?

I am worn out. Physically, Mentally. Totally. Worn out.

I'm pretty sure that I have posted about my hell-ish schedule, the one where I wake up at 5am three times a week and get home after six every night and after nine on Wednesdays. (It is pretty much going to be the death of me)

This weekend, because it is required, and because it was paid for by my tuition, I spent the entire weekend in a CPR certification class. That means that I had no weekend, it also means that I had to get up at five on Saturday and Sunday. Today is monday (another 5am type day) and I am not really certain I will make it through the day.

On top of classes, giving up my weekend, and homework, I have recently discovered that there is a gym on campus that we pay for through our tuition. This gym is seriously amazing, so last thursday I started going. I have gone now four out of five days. I skipped Friday since I knew I would have so much to do over the weekend. I am enjoying the feeling of finally working out. It's healthy. It's good for me and it is really very necessary.

While all of these were necessary evils, I am feeling the effects and am walking around in a half conscious, half dazed zombie-like state. I'll be the one in the back of class trying to keep awake. I'll be the one with the zombie-like stare and glazed eyes.

There is an over-arching theme in all of this, as I'm sure you have deduced. I need a day off. I considered taking Monday off. I really, really wanted to take monday off. However if I took monday off I would miss the assignment for wednesday and be out of luck for both Monday and Wednesday, so taking monday off is not an option. The nearest day off I can see on the horizon is Saturday.

In summation, it's monday, I have been in class for eight days straight and will continue to be in class for the rest of the week.

HEY! your ignorance is showing!

I have three posts in mind, and I've been writing and re-writing them in my head. Each time I do, they take a different turn, and they have sort of become these monstrous blog posts that are not worthy of being anywhere but in my head. They have been way too overworked. Someday I will pull them out, but for now, they'll stay locked away until they become the clever, well-written, witty posts I want them to be.

In the mean time, I am writing a post that really has no substance and three times now I have re-written this particular sentence. My goal this year includes not using this blog as simply a place for whining, as it has been in the past. I am certain that everyone has their own problems and no one wants to hear my ramblings on about how much I think I am going to hate this semester. (By the way, my schedule sucks this semester.)

So right now, I am sitting in the library, listening to the GrammarGirl podcast on connecting with your blog readers (it just seemed appropriate.) and writing this blog, which I fear has turned into another uninteresting rambling.

If I were really clever this is where I would insert a witty or cute little picture of me destroying my blog by whining too much. Or a picture of me rambling and someone staring into a computer pulling their hair out. And while I won't say I am not clever, I just don't have any drawings to introduce. My medium is words. Words. Okay, I'm going to break my earlier rule of not using the three posts I have been thinking long and hard about. I have a story to tell...

Let me start by saying that there are certain phrases, and uses of words that really bother me. I am fairly strict about using words properly, and am always correcting people. I suppose it can be considered annoying. So if you really do not want me to nag at you about your speech, you should probably fix it before you speak. It'll save us both a headache. And perhaps an argument.

Okay enough preamble. Recently I have become extremely sensitive to the word "SEEN." I hear it used inappropriately all the time, and it drives me crazy! I hear people say, I seen that new movie the other day. or Hey! did you seen that? My sister is famous for this, although in her case, I know she does it just to bug me because when I correct her, she begins using incorrect language en masse.

You did not seen that movie, in this case you saw a new movie.  And no I did not seen that, but I saw it, and in your question the proper use is, Hey! did you see that.

The other day, I overheard three random conversations using seen improperly. It's like when the teacher (accidentally) scrapes her fingernails on the chalkboard. I'll be the first to admit that I am not always correct all the time, nor do I have perfect speech and diction. There are certain uses of words however that in my opinion are wholly wrong. Seen makes the list, it might even be number one on the list.

I used to think it was a certain class of people that used seen improperly. Recently however I have heard it many times on campus, and by people I would think do not fall into that class of people. So please at least try to use your english correctly. Please try to think about what you are saying and if you are using the proper version or tense of a word.