Back to college life.

Once again.
With very depressing news.
Turns out there's no fear of suite drama next year. At all. Because, due to some depressing financial issues, Chelsea can no longer afford to go here. She's in the process of applying to some Colorado schools. And my group of four will soon be narrowed to a group of three.
I'm depressed. It's still sinking in. It won't really sink in until next year when we're moving in and she's not with us.
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In other news.
The trip up here was uneventful.
Larisa and I layed out in the sun for an hour and a half and when we got back, my face and chest were a little pink...I'll probably be more red tomorrow morning. My face felt warm earlier, and my arm is starting to hurt.
But oh was it nice out. Above eighty! With a WARM breeze.
It has returned.
*two weeks total, two weeks total...*
Saturday was amazing. I went downtown to visit Sandy at school and it was GREAT. Nice and warm. We walked to this liberal, vegetarian cafe ("Heartland Cafe") and I had an organic PB&J, she had a Mexican tofu and rice dealy. Then we walked down to the beach, which was GORGEOUS!!! With loads and loads of shirtless guys. Really built shirtless guys, one of which was swimming in his boxers (the water was freezing, his boxers thin...*sigh* lol) and his dog managed to wander by us, so he kind of chatted with us for a second. =] Happiness. It was beautiful...the beach, too. Then we went back to Sandy's dorm for a while, then to catch my train on the opposite end of town. Which we missed. So we sat in a park by the Art Institute for a while and it was great.
Perfect day.
Well...besides the shoes...I was wearing a pair I had bough specifically for NY, I'd been wearing them all tour week with no problem, and five minutes off the train they gave me these MASSIVE blisters across each heel...one of which split completely open...so I smashed the heels and wore them like flip flops because they weren't rubbing any other part of my foot and got a couple of band aids from Sandy. The band aid over the open blister decided to come off and I didn't realize this until I was already running around in the sand at the beach...OUCH. And the shoes decided to rub my feet everywhere else, causing intense pain, but I couldn't wear them normally because my heels were far more painful...I just walked oddly to compensate, which caused my leg muscles to sieze up after I got home. I wanted to die, especailly after cleaning sand out of the open blister...I almost cried, several times, especially after I stuck my heel under running water, and even worse when I tried hydrogen peroxide so it doesn't get uber infected. Which it seems to be, anyway. I counted. Nine blisters total. Maybe I WON'T wear the evil shoes of DEATH to NY...grrr....
I'm sleepy.
Very sleepy.
I had a wierd dream...a REALLY wierd dream...but it's long, so I'll post it later.

*flash* *BOOM!* =]

There's a thunderstorm coming! YAY!! I love thunderstorms. They make me very, extremely happy beyond all reason. As long as there's no threat of a tornado. Which, seeing as there are no warnings, I highly doubt that one. =]=]=]
Life is good. Not too exciting, but nice.
I'm almost all ready for NY. My guidebook came in the mail today, I've got a spare camera battery (as my camera's battieries HAVE to be charged, and my only extra was crap...literally, I'd charge it for two hours, put it in and take *one* picture and the camera would shut off and tell me I needed to change batteries), I've also got a decent stock of band aids, seeing as I'm so horribly prone to blisters. I found these blister specific things, not really band aids but rubbery flesh colored bumps made for blisters that are completely everything proof, to get them off you have to pull down on them kind of like those hooks you can put on the wall. I could have used those last year after I started wearing the evil ballet flats of DEATH that I still have scars from...
What else...
Chinese food tonight!!!!!!!!! YAHOO!!!!!
I just started book two a few minutes ago. I'm trying to finish it today, and finish book three tomorrow, then bring books four and five back to school.
I think I'm doing an all out pedicure the next Friday...I left everything at school, otherwise I'd do it here. My toenail polish doesn't look so hot, and seeing as I'll be gone for two weeks and plan on wearing open toe shoes to the opera, it needs to be adjusted. Plus it's been a pretty long time. And by all out I mean use my pumice stone with my scrub, fix the cuticles, trim the nails and file them so they're straight, add a ton of lotion, a coat or two of the polish (instead of the usual one) with a topcoat so I don't have to mess with anything over the trip. I'll need to file down my fingernails, too, they've become these humungo talons that I've scratched myself with a few times now.
Holy cow these are the darkest storm clouds I've seen in a LONG time...YAY!!!
In other news, I miss Wartburg people. And by Wartburg people I mean my four. Kind of a lot.
Break's almost done. Which I have mixed feelings about...I AM really excited for NY, but I still hate goodbyes. But it's almost summer, so it's OK.
And now to read and enjoy the storm...the wind just started picking up, and the lightning is spectacular.

Hm...

You really don't realize how much the whole HP series has grown and changed until you go straight from book six to book one...
Book one, Harry's biggest concern is learning about his past, trying to survive with the Dursleys and coming to terms with his new identity as a wizard. Book six is...nightmareish in comparison...his biggest concerns change to surviving and keeping those close to him from being killed...
Interesting.

Happiness.

Break has been wonderful thus far.
I'm finishing up a bunch of work apps to turn in on Friday. I finished HP book 6 for the fifth time yesterday, so I'm starting the series over again for the sixth time and I'm trying to be up to book 3 today. If I get it read through fast enough, when I go for a seventh time (in preparation for the release of book seven!), I'll be able to go at a nice, leisurely pace. =]
Yesterday I got a bunch of travel size stuff for NY, along with Bandaids and gum. Ordered my guide book today, going to get an extra battery for my camera tomorrow. I can't wait!!!
Life is exciting.
Only 10 days left til NY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Feeling Accomplished

Today I've...
*Picked up several applications for a summer job (Micheal's, Famous Footwear, Splash Station water park, Kohl's, Bed Bath and Beyond, Office Depot...)
*Changed my email addres...ginnyweasley506 is annoying to type and a little high school, it's now rachel.daum =]
*Printed out financial aid forms I've been forgetting about but can now fill out thanks to being home
and
*Switched out my Seventeen subscription to Cosmo (just for fun...that's what Seventeen was for, but contrary to popular belief I'm almost 20 and not in high school anymore...I think the article that made me make up my mind was the one about how to make up for the junk food in school caf meals by making really health dinners at home. You can't do THAT in college...).
Comparing today to the stagnant couple of days I've had, it was pretty darned good.
Now to stick something in the mail, find the $$ to pay for Cosmo, and fill out the work forms.
Yay! Not...

Home!

Yay!
Out of IA! For a little over a week =]
Then it's school for a week, then it's NY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Exciting times on the horizon.
The ride here was rather uneventful.
Larisa and I got to witness five hours of my dad's not very good, rather whacky taste in radio music as I was in the back with her instead of up front manning the CDs. I don't even know how to describe it. Thank goodness for headphones.
Nate's already annoying me.
What else is new?
Not too much has happened.
I am just really happy to be done with everything and to be sitting at home. =]
YAY BREAK!

YAY!!!!!

CHEM IS OVER! FOREVER! AND EVER!
The stupid bookstore won't take my book back =P
BUT IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm starting to pack up. Deciding what I want to take home for good, what I won't be needing again and all that fun stuff.
The problem has left the building! Woo!!!!
My dad's gonna be here by 9 tomorrow to leave. Larisa is coming with. So tonight is a new Grey's episode, and in celebration of everything we're going to order a pizza to eat while we watch it and take a shot of Naked every time they say "chief" (chief of surgery, person in charge of the entire hospital...they talk to him a lot, and he's retiring, so they're trying to figure out who he's going to ask to step up...yeah they say that word a LOT).
Did I mention that I'm done with chem?
Melissa and Chelsea are already gone. Which is pretty sad.
I just walked to the library in town to return my overdue "The Soap Opera Slaughters" book, about a bunch of odd murders within the cast of a soap opera. It was ok...I figured out half the ending, which is quite abnormal for me...normally, I'm completely clueless. I'm kind of accustomed to Carlene Thompson's murder mysteries, where you nearly drop the book every single time when they reveal the killer...literally. You're all like "WHAT? It's the OLD LADY? Wtf!!!!!! How could she....??!!?? OH! That's how...but...seriously! It was SO the guy in the trench coat! He found every murder! And he never had a good alibi...wait...his faulty alibis just completely checked out...HOW THE HELL WAS IT THE OLD LADY???" (seriously. It WAS an old lady once...gray hair and everything, all old-lady like and really sweet and would never harm a fly. Well, aside from the seven or so people she brutally murdered). Yeah.
I should go finish packing.
YAY FOR GOING HOME!!!

Highlight of the week...

Chelsea and I were dragging Melissa out of her room (we had done so a few times already, actually) to goof off with us, and she had escaped to go back. I was hanging off her from around her shoulders hugging her, and Chelsea was bouncing her exercise ball at her (we were playing humungo bouncy ball) saying "come play! Come play!" (yeah...that's us on chem) when my roomate hears the racket and opens the door to see what's going on and pulls the weirdest disgusting face I've EVER seen...Melissa and I pretty much fell on top of each other laughing.
It was brilliant.
More tomorrow after the test =]

And so begins the horrors of finals...

Jury: done.
Tonight at 630: French.
Tomorrow: work 11-3(hopefully I'll get off sooner), psych 3-5
Wednesday: work on lab report with lab partners, start studying for chem.
Thursday: work 1015-12 (again, hopefully not that late) and chem 12-2
Then I'm free.
Not too bad.
Juries went OK. I had all my etudes prepared and actually had worked on them a lot...they didn't ask me to play any of them. Then when it got to scales, Dominique turns to the others and goes "I said before that she's not playing her harmonic minors, we're not ready quite yet--we've already discussed this." I was unaware of that. I'd spent the better part of my last three or so times practicing playing them and freaking out about them. So I played extended majors. Not even and arpreggio. Wait, no, Dominique asked me to play a minor apreggio. But it went well. =]
I had my second dream about being in a relationship with someone last night (a normal one, Melissa wasn't even part of it). Which is odd. I don't think I've ever dreamed about something like that twice, but OK.
I can't wait for this week to be DONE!! =]=]=]

Happiness [edited. twice.]

http://philip.greenspun.com/careers/women-in-science

Thank you for this link, Sandy!!
I cannot possibly happier that I am not majoring in science anymore! Seriously. That would have been pretty freaking crappy.
That whole thing makes a little teacher's salary really appealing.
There's another one I still have yet to look at, but I need to sleep, so I'll look tomorrow.
A few of my favorite points:
"Adjusted for IQ, quantitative skills, and working hours, jobs in science are the lowest paid in the United States."
"The average trajectory for a successful scientist is the following:
age 18-22: paying high tuition fees at an undergraduate college
age 22-30: graduate school, possibly with a bit of work, living on a stipend of $1800 per month
age 30-35: working as a post-doc for $30,000 to $35,000 per year
age 36-43: professor at a good, but not great, university for $65,000 per year
age 44: with young children at home (if lucky), fired by the university ("denied tenure" is the more polite term for the folks that universities discard), begins searching for a job in a market where employers primarily wish to hire folks in their early 30s."
"The American academic scientist earns less than an airplane mechanic, has less job security than a drummer in a boy band, and works longer hours than a Bolivian silver miner."
"Science is a wonderful thing if one does not have to earn one's living at it." -- Albert Einstein [That one is my favorite]
"I [the author] took a 17-year-old Argentine girl on a tour of the M.I.T. campus. She had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, so maybe this was a good time to show her the possibilities in female nerddom. While walking around, we ran into a woman who recently completed a Ph.D. in Aero/Astro, probably the most rigorous engineering department at MIT. What did the woman engineer say to the 17-year-old? "I'm not sure if I'll be able to get any job at all. There are only about 10 universities that hire people in my area and the last one to have a job opening had more than 800 applicants."
And that's engineering, which, thanks to its reputation for dullness and the demand from industrial employers, has a lot less competition for jobs than in science."

A day in the life of a Rachel...

Today started out wonderfully...yoga!! Which I needed. A lot. I've been fairly stressed due to finals, hell week and juries. Sarah joined me...and it was pretty much amazing. We talked a little bit afterwards about life in general at the moment. And it turns out that there's a LOT of high school type drama going around. Long, interesting stories. =P But the good part about yoga: Sarah enjoyed it, she'd never done it before, unlike my suiteys...they hated it, and it was kind of sad. But today was fun! =]
And yesterday was nothing short of amazing.
My chem test was like a gift from heaven...seriously...I'm still smiley about my insane amount of luck on that one. Then band was wonderful...it was hug day =] I heart hug days. The problem left five minutes after I got back from chem. I cleaned up my end of the room so it's livable again. I watched the Prestige with Melissa, Chelsea, Larisa, Sarah M., America and Jolene...BEST FREAKING MOVIE EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was more than amazing!!! Then I went to bed nice and early. Of course, after talking to Sarah S. for a little while and being introduced to racist Looney Tunes (interesting. and disturbing).
Then I had the weirdest dream possibly ever.
I was nine and in Chicago, and ran into this other nine year old girl with Christian Bale as her father. They came from a really big family that randomly split up. So I spent some time with them (I think there was someone else there with me, but I have no idea who) and we did random stuff all over the city. Then time kind of fast forwarded, and I was with Sarah S. and her family, and Christian Bale was her dad (so I'm assuming that Sarah was in my dream earlier, just a lot younger so I didn't recognize her) and they had found this soup that came in frozen cubes that you add to eight ish ounces of boiling water or something like that, and it came in peanut butter, chocolate and tomato. Her siblings were trying to make it, so they put water in a bunch of normal glasses that they put on a stove to get them to boil, which made me freak out because I didn't think the glasses could handle that kind of heat. Then the whole family (myself included) went on a trip that involved driving over a bunch of really high hills, so I was really freaked out. Then Sarah and I were at the Six Flags by where I live, and we were being forced to go on Raging Bull (which is over 200 feet tall and is the scariest thing in existance), so we were really freaked out. But we were being held ransom, so we had no choice.
Strangeness.
Annnd that's been my life.
I need to study today and practice until I turn blue and get ready for finals and a week from now I will be home FREE!!! Yay!

THE TEST WAS A PIECE OF CAKE! CHOCOLATE CAKE!! WITH FROSTING! ...and SPRINKLES!

Everything that I did NOT understand, every last equation that did NOT make sense....
WASN'T ON THE TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I understood EVERYTHING!!!!
I am in the happiest mood...pretty much EVER... =]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]=]
Oh happy day...

Stupid chemistry.

So I have a chem test in a half hour.
This thing has taken over my life for the past couple of days.
I have gone through the five stages of grief with it.
There was denial..."it's not coming, it's not..."
Anger..."I HATE CHEM...."
There was bargaining. "WHY CHEM? WHY NOW???"
The depression kicked in full swing last night and part of this morning. "I'm going to fail. I don't understand. I'm tired of chem. I don't want to deal with this."
Now the acceptance.
I'm not going to do very well. I don't know all of the equations like I should. There are problems I have no idea how to begin solving, and that's just how it's going to be...if I was to get as high as a C, I would be dancing and singing.
All I can do is reaffirm what I do understand and hope for the best.
When it's done, I'm going to collapse with joy.
I don't wanna....

Countdown above the dotted line...

IT IS OFFICIALLY 100 DAYS UNTIL HPDH IS IN MY HANDS AND I WILL BE OVER HALFWAY THROUGH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =]=]=]=]=]=]=] YAHOO!!!!!
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In other news...I had the strangest dream last night.
Melissa and I were tired of being single, so we decided to start a relationship with...each other. [um. not exactly something on my "to do" list.]
Then some guy decided to ask me out, so I broke up with Melissa for him, and she was sad. But I got to change my facebook status, so I was pretty excited.
Sometimes, the dreams I have end up coming true...little parts of them...not always, there are some I never want to see happen (like the one where Sarah died. Which was depressing.)...maybe this one....
Bah. Probably not.
But I can dream, right? =]

Thoroughly confused.

So the one who is mad is acting quite chipper and happy and outgoing and all that jazz, even towards the one she is mad at...like nothing even happened.
She isn't bringing it up at all.
And when I mentioned how upset the upset one was, the mad one simply said "oh I'll have to talk to her."
When approached about this by the other bystander, the mad one stormed off and evaded the subject completely.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?
The mad one hasn't talked to anyone! Or solved anything! At all!!!
Why is it suddenly all so happy and...happy?
I believe this calls for one huge
WTF, MATE?????

AAAAHHHH.

Suite problems.
ALREADY.
On top of alll the stress that goes hand in hand with it being hell week right now.
It would be completely solved if one person just opened their mouth and said the obvious that they're not doing a good job of hiding, regardless of what they seem to believe.
Then the person they're so obviously upset with will be able to be calm and not be on the brink of tears like they were almost all of last night because they're afraid they're screwing up the friendship, even though the problem is with the other person.
Yeah.
The mad one is now avoiding ALL of us. Completely. And it's not pretty.
We don't even live together yet!
Merde.
I'm on a Wicked kick right now. And it's happy =]
Juries are coming up. And my lesson today consisted solely of me playing my solo with my pianist. No scales or etudes, which were what I was needing to go over a little more than the solo.
Joy.
I'll live...
=P
I am so ready for tour week right now, it's not even funny.

The life of a college student right after break...

So I'm officially back.
I still hate goodbyes.
But it's all good and done with, so...here I sit.
I really need to unpack...still...
I'll get to it.
Getting back was rather uneventful.
As were the last little bits of break.
I can't wait until tour week. I don't want finals. Or to get my chem test back. AAAAH. OR JURIES.
=P =P =P =P
I'm doing some yoga this weekend. Which should calm some things down. I just don't want next week.
Is it NY yet?
...please?

Mass confusion...

So my parents talked to me last night about choosing a major and all that funness.
My dad did a little more research than I had done on music business...and discovered that it's just working in a music store. Not everyone becomes a manager. Some of it's just $8 an hour menial stuff I could do without a degree of any kind.
Well...
Not so sure about that anymore...
Then they brought up teaching.
And the fact that there will be a 2 million teacher defecit (sp?) by the year 2010, which is when I graduate.
Not to mention the fact that there are two more Lincoln-Ways that will be opening just before I graduate...meaning they'd need teachers.
Along with the fact that I'm starting to think that directing would be pretty sweet.
And Sandy's going to be an English teacher...which means maybe, just maybe we could land a job at the same LW.
Then there's the money. Teachers aren't exactly rich, but I'd be guaranteed to be making around $30000 (maybe just a little less) right off the bat, as opposed to no guaranteed income in business.
So...after the whole figuring out my schedule fiasco...I don't know what I want to do...
I'm really thinking that I'll end up teaching.
Which means these next three years are going to be hellish and crazy, and I'll need to take summer classes...and all that funness.
But somehow...it's OK. =]

*contented sigh*

Sometimes the best feeling in the world is when I'm driving late at night, like after midnight late when there's literally no one else on the road, just winding through familiar streets with something meaningful and poweful blasting through the stereo, the type of music that consumes you...turn it up, take a deep breath, and feel overwhelmed by the mixture of strings and bass and a powerful melody with hints of a choir, the type of music that is capable of rendering you speechless and gives you the chills and reminds me why I'm a music major...like tonight when I was coming home from Sandy's. Just zigzaging around with Pirates two on really loud to the point where I started trying to avoid residential areas because I didn't want to turn it down, but I was afraid it was too loud. It just gives me time to think...it lasted a whole ten minutes, but I haven't done that since Janurary. That's a large part of what makes me wish I had a car on campus...so when I'm feeling overwhelmed, I could just drive in circles for a while like that. It's very calming.
Sometimes, I'm convinced I can relate to people on campus sooooo well...really well, like no one else I've related to before. Then I spend a few hours with a close friend and I realize that maybe I was thinking wrongly...yes, I can relate to people on campus in a few different aspects, but tonight...there was no tiptoeing. At all. Experiences, stories, feelings, even religion and politics (which are two of the hairiest topics for me on campus, as most everyone I'm around is very religious and very very conservative)...I just realized how much I've overlooked a few things.
I can't wait until summer.
So Sandy and I are in the same boat at school. We're each stuck in a political trap. We're really liberal...everyone else is really conservative. Normally, it's not cause for anything, but sometimes, some topics and conversations...get interesting. Very interesting. So we let off a lot of steam on that one topic alone. We've decided to make shirts over the summer. Brightly colored, saying things like "pro-choice, pro-gay marriage feminist" on the front and "liberal whacko" across the back with a jersey-type number, mine being 19. Yay! =]
I'm listening to Pirates again and I feel like going for another drive. But I'm more than an hour past curfew...so maybe I can sneak off sometime tomorrow...I really miss driving. A lot.

Home again, home again...

Yay! It's nice to be home sometimes. It's weird, though, no one came with me this time...but it's great and happy. =]
I rode home with Larisa, and we took a different way back that went through all these hills and it was GORGEOUS...very very exciting...I took about a million pictures. idk how well they turned out, I haven't had the chance to really look at them, but I took them and it was happy!
Not much is happening. I should be seeing Sandy tomorrow and I'm REALLY excited. Plus, I'll have the house all to myself for a while...yay!!!
My brother is being my brother again. As is my mother. Evidently he stained some pants beyond repair, so neither is happy at the moment. *sticks out tongue*
I'm looking forward to my own little bed tonight! It will be fantabulous. I'm thinking I'll be out no later than one, if I even make it to midnight...I am drained. And it'll be nice to sleep in my own room without anyone to wake me up or anywhere to go.
And for tonight...that's all she wrote =]

erm...

Last night I had THE weirdest dream...I think ever...I dreamed that I was at home, goofing off with Sandy, Megan, Kristina, Jenny (Sandy's sister), Rachel, and, for some odd reason, Melissa. We were sitting near some railroad tracks when this cop car came up and made us get in and they put us in jail because we were too close to the tracks. But it wasn't a normal jail, it was like a juvenile type thing as there were a bunch of highschoolers there, and there were no cells with the bars, just normal rooms. We were allowed to wear our own clothes if what we did wasn't so bad, and they wouldn't let me call home even though I really wanted to. But they forgot to take my cell phone, so my mom called because it was really late and she was worried, and so I got to talk to her, but then my batteries died. And I was really upset because I had no idea when they'd be letting us out. The wierd thing is that Melissa really knew what she was doing the entire time, like she'd been there before.
Then my dream switched to running errands with my mom, but I was in the jail part for quite a while there.
Weeeeird...

Bah humbug.

So today has been interesting.
We're watching TransAmerica in psych as part of our gender and sexuality unit.
I don't really recomend it. It's...I don't even know how to explain my feelings towards it properly...it's not the topic I'm against. It's just the way they chose to portray everything.
It stars Felicity Huffman, and she's acting as a man trying to go through a gender change, and all the hardships one in that situation has to go through.
A lot of it is just...tmi...waaay too much on the visuals here and there...
Ach.
Anyhoo.
The rest of today hasn't been bad. I got all registered and into everything I wanted to take. Yay!!! =] Including accounting, micro economics, CA 100, and music theory 1 fall term; the "dream" section of IS 201 (not really sure what it's about), music theory 2, CA 200, and some sort of an understanding science theories class I need for a gen ed requirement (I wanted history of science, I've heard good things about it, but it was only fall term and didn't work with my other class times) for winter term and business management May term. I'll be needing to take random classes at a junior type college over random summers to get all my requirements in as I can only do so much each term and started on this major late, but it's OK. I managed to keep noon clear everyday, so as long as I'm not working I should be able to see AMC a LOT more often! Yahoo!!!
It's almost break. That's really what's keeping me going at the moment. I'm ready for home.
The problem has been gone all day. *sarcastically* GEE I wonder WHY...she seriously had to have responded to Holly's email really really recently, as in within the past day or two, as she has hardly been here at ALL. Which is fine and such, I just find her timing funny.
OK I need to accomplish something before I go to bed...like practicing, as I have a lesson in the morning...then I'll be makin' like a LOG I'm pretty much dead right now.
IT'S ALMOST BREAK!!!

HAPPINESS!!!

I think I over did it...I was just out running, and I was a little late in getting back, so I ran faster to try and get back quicker, and I've been back for ten ish minutes...I seriously can't stay still, I haven't caught my breath all the way, my face looks like a tomato, and I can't stop swaying back and forth as I just sit here...I'm getting a little better but not quick enough, and I don't trust myself to stay standing in a shower quite yet. I'm probably going to be late for French. But right now I don't care so much.
Anyhoo. Today has been nothing short of amazing.
It started out with me meeting with Dr. Wachmann and actually getting information on what I'll need to be doing classwise for next year.
Then I miraculously ran into the prof that will be my piano accompaniment for juries and finally gave her the music, which I was supposed to last Wednesday, so that's all cleared up.
Talked to Dr. Hampton, he gave me the all clear to register when I've got stuff figured out.
Sarah got a little note that I randomly wrote and stuck in the campus mail on Friday and it made her really happy. Which made ME really happy because I love doing random stuff like that =] The fact that made her happier than I thought it would just made it that much more exciting.
In band, we played Amazing Grace, which I hadn't played since I was in England...same version and everything.
My waffle for dinner came out pretty good.
And I went on a run.
And life's happy because I don't feel like I'm going to pass out anymore! Yay!
Now to shower and go to class and practice...
BTW, I'm on my fifth time through the Pirates two soundtrack right now, and I'm completely in love with it.
And the HP 5 soundtrack comes out July 10! =]

So...

I had this dream last night about five or six Wartburg people coming to stay at my house over break. Somehow, working for the Mensa and leaving for a two-night stay in NY were mixed in. It ended with all of us going to the zoo, but everyone was mad at me because I took too long in the shower. Everyone had random clothes in there, too, that I accidentally got damp because they were everywhere. So they were mad about that. Then Larisa started talking about going to the movies and to the zoo again on a random Thursday and I got mad because not only is Thursday my busiest day of the week, I'm completely dead broke and can't afford anything. It was weird.
Band banquet is today and I kept forgetting about it.
I'm a little frustrated with life because we have to pay $5 to eat, but I have nothing on me. At all. A couple of dollars in laundry money, but nothing else at ALL...my wallet has moths. I had money the other day, but a Walmart run ensued because two birthdays are coming up. Then, because we missed dinner, we went to Pablo's, which was good but...now I owe Melissa a little over $5 because I was already broke upon arrival...I can only bum money off people so much. Grrr.
And I'm not analyzing. No I'm not letting myself do that.
Life is dull...it's another nothing-happening at all weekend.
Went to Godspell last night, which was wonderful.
Forgot to set my alarm to wake up for church this morning. Which was really bad (seriously). And I just got up forty ish minutes ago wondering what I was forgetting.
Well...I should shower and clean up my room...I know it's bad when it's bothering me to no end. And it really is right now.
It is officially April. Which is very wierd.
It's also officially the week of break. Which is very exciting. As long as I don't think about the not seeing family bit because I'm still pretty freaking mad about it.
And life is OK. At least for now.