that's my jam

Hey troops - what's up.

It's been awhile, and that's because my life has been either A) busy or B) boring. Never in between. I have anxiety attacks when it's too busy or too boring and the lack of balance is making me a little crazy. That, or I'm ready for Spring Break. Where I am going for my 11th consecutive SB, you may ask? Yes, that's right, I've had one of those since the first year of high school because I've essentially never left middle school [at least, mentally]. I'm going to Panama, bitches. Like the Van Halen songs. Like the hats. Like Panama Jack. Is that a sunglasses company? Do you care?

Anyway - since anyway is my favorite transition - let's talk about what happened on Friday last. My awesome student teacher, who's been with me for a month, presented me with some really great jam that she'd bought at the Union Square market. It was a really thoughtful gift, and I really like jam, and I never buy it, so I was pretty psyched. Given that I possess little to no coordination, you can imagine the ridiculous amount of time and energy I spent opening the package. In my defense, it was superglued like a mother.

I took approximately 10 minutes opening the damn thing and spent about 2 seconds placing it back in the box and watching it crash through the [unopened] box bottom and exploding on the ground.

In case you were wondering, this is what tragedy looks like: Luckily, a willing bystander was there to capture it on film. Notice the similarity to "The Blob," featured in such horror classics as "The Blob" (1958) and "The Blob" (1988). Did you know Steve McQueen was in the original? I didn't either until just now.

Check it out for yourselves.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP-KzJbKR_o (1958 version, duh).

That's not quite what happened. But close.