I am sitting here in my home office, trying to write a review of a book called "Greek Gold from Hellenistic Egypt" and my brain has officially gone numb. I decided to come to my cozy little blog and try to get some feeling back into it by babbling about stuff that isn't going to be held up to scrutiny and ultimately be a puzzle piece in the attainment of my diploma. Oooh, sorry. Still using some big words. BAD BRAIN, BAD!!!
You'd think I'd be posting more often since I've been off of work for two weeks, but apparently being lazy can encompass every aspect of a person's life. Not to mention that nothing exciting has been going on lately. I am beginning to think I'm going to have to stir up some mischief soon. If you have any ideas that will not get me arrested or killed, I'd appreciate knowing about them.
Let's see, what has happened this week? Well, on Tuesday I had to go to the doctor for the very unplesant yearly thing that girls have to do. I don't want to elaborate on this since I do have some male readers and I don't want to send them running blindly from their monitors and out into traffic. I will tell this little detail, though. While I was waiting for the doctor, I was reading my Greek Gold book, when the doc and nurse come in to proceed with the thing. I'll be honest, I always just want to get in and out of there with very little conversation or eye contact. However, the staff at this office don't feel the same way. Immediately the nurse sees my book and while the doctor begins the examination says "OH! You know about Greek stuff, I need to ask a question." Caught completely off guard, I asked her what she needed to know. She and the other ladies in the office were playing an online trivia game sponsored by a local radio station. To win the prize of a lunch for the whole staff, they had to answer three questions. The first two had been easy, but the last one just so happened to be "What is the Greek word for 'The Book'?" Ignoring my flaming red blush and eyes wincing in shame, she just stares at me with wide opened eyes until I answered. Firstly, I don't know the Greek language. I'm studying Greek art history, in English. Secondly, I'm in the middle of a medical violation and would rather not discuss foreign languages. Thirdly...how in the world should I know that? So I'm lying there, trying to think of Greek words I don't know, and I come up with a scrap of Spanish (latin derived, of course) that someone taught me in high school. I knew that the word for library was something like "bibliotec" or something similar, so I assumed the word for "book" would be in there somewhere. I told her to try the word "Bible" and if that didn't work, "biblia". I was grasping at straws and dignity, and not catching either. So finally the thing was over, I talked to the doc for two seconds and went to pay. As I was doing so, the nurse walks by and says I was right! The answer was "Bible". Well, shock my drawers! I hope they won and I hope they remember who helped them out when bill time comes around. I also hope that doesn't Ever. Happen. Again.
Wednesday I was supposed to go to school, but I was not well. Not only did I wake up feeling like I had an elephant stuffed up my nose, but in my attempt to unstuff it, I took two different and non-friendly medications. In short, I thought my skin was going to crawl off my bones and tapdance it's way to Aruba. I had to turn in my project, so I had to drive (not a good idea in my current state) to school to drop it off. I made sure to tell the teacher I wasn't just ditching his class, and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up something for Steve. I learned something new about myself that day. Those two medications, mixed like that, make me a compulsive shopper. If anyone needs soap or yarn, I bought a lifetime supply. Yikes. Anyways, I grabbed lunch and I came home and didn't move for about 7 hours. I finally made myself get up so that I wouldn't get bed sores, and Steve and I watched his DVD of The Bob Newhart show.
Today I had a lot planned, but didn't do most of it. I got up and ready early enough, but when I stopped by the Sprocket to pay for some girl scout cookies I had purchased from a friend, I stayed and talked to my Latina-soul-sista and got caught up on all the dirt. I kept telling myself that I needed to go home and do this paper, but I kept finding reasons not to. I ended up at this junk shop, where I started looking for a birthday gift for Josh. Unbeknownst to him, he has started an "Ugly Birthday Present" war. As a joke, he got me this heinous painting of a sunset over the ocean. Trust me, it's bad. It was a joke, stemming from a conversation we had about art one day. I needed to find something truly horrible, and I did. Here it is!
Sweet Banana Mousse With Walnuts! I think it's some kind of deranged flower pot. What kind of evil pottery shed made this thing?! It's perfect! I will require it to be displayed for one year. Mwahahahahahahahaha!
Well, I need to get back to Greece. Alexander just died and I have to figure out how this Jewelry can be linked to Cleopatra's great grandma.
Oy.
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