You All Thought I Disappeared Didn't You?

Well sorry to spoil your celebration of the fact that I may or may not have dropped off the face of the earth, I am still here.

I spent 10 hours in a truck today driving from Klamath Falls, Oregon back to Idaho. Yesterday we drove from San Diego, California all the way to Klamath Falls. It was a. very. long. day. But we survived...barely. Spending upwards of 12 hours in a truck with the same songs blaring on the radio, surrounded by the same people (not that I don't love my family), and on the most uncomfortable Dodge seats around feel more like hell than a vacation. Mostly because you come out of it on the other side feeling under appreciated and wishing the government paid you to travel because you would make more money doing that than at your actual job. 14 hour days? No thank you.

San Diego was nice and warm compared to the 20 degree weather we have here. On Christmas, I went on a walk around my oma's neighborhood in a T-shirt so UV rays could blast my skin. It was definitely not short of awesome.

But despite the nice weather, Dad still wants to pretend that we were so rich we just escaped to some nice mountain resort and paid them to rope off a section of the mountain only for us so we were able to ski to our hearts content. Be not fooled, if anyone has met any sort of skibum ever they have a glimpse into what my father has developed into these past few years. So if you want to believe that's what we did, then believe it. Because we don't really have any pictures to prove you either way...

AND yet another perk to our trip, was that we all crammed ourselves into an IMAX theater to see Avatar in 3D. Seriously, if you haven't seen it - go. The plot line is a little predictable, but the CGI is just flat out amazing. But I'm warning you, if you go to see it, go early and try not to sit next to weird old Asian ladies who are eating popcorn that smells like throw-up. That will try to ruin your viewing experience, although if said situation does unfortunately occur my advice would be to switch seats with an unsuspecting younger sister or just suffer through it because you are stubborn.

As an added bonus to our wonderful drama filled vacation, today is TheMechanic's birthday. That little sucker is 14 years old. Seriously? WHEN did this happen? Who authorized it and why can't I reverse it? TheSibs are not allowed to age. Gosh.

I can't believe it's only 8 o'clock here. It feels later.... but because there is a birthday in the house, instead of going to bed I'm going to stuff my face with delicious ice cream and cake...

3 Days

And then I'm off to a land of sunshine, warmer weather, and family drama!

I've been home since Friday morning wreaking havoc, causing mental meltdowns, and stealing cookies from the kitchen. You know, all my usual shenanigans.

Tonight we're partying with the old people across the border. We'll eat cookies and have dinner while my parents hang with their lovely cross-border co-workers. Then tomorrow I'm off to Prince's house in the morning for more present opening.

After that I'm participating in the third opportunity to open wrapped gifts with TheKeeper, TheMechanic, DP and our parental units. Monday will be full of mi familia running around the house like chickens with their heads cut off packing for our upcoming world travels. Dad insists he will skiing on Monday while Mom does laundry and packs.

I am already all packed. It's one perk of living out of the house, when I come from school I'm already all packed.

The tree looks beautiful and has a lovely arrangement of packages underneath its ever-shedding branches. And just like the good children that we are, we've all been snooping to little hearts content and guessing what Santa brought us never picking up the presents or shaking/tossing/pounding on/tearing open corners to see what loot we are about to unwrap come Sunday night.

11 Reasons Why Today Is Full Of Awesome

1. I successfully completed my last final. And received a B on it.

2. My Lovely Aunt sent me 47 different Christmas songs. That. I. Love.

3. I am going on a date tonight.

4. I cleaned my room.

5. While I was cleaning someone took my chair that I had placed in the hallway while said cleaning was taking place.

6. I asked the janitor who just happened to be in the hallway if he had seen or done anything dealing with said missing chair.

7. The janitor had no news or ideas as to the where being of my chair. He replied with a voice similar to Bing Crosby. I could have talked to him all day - he was that nice.

8. My friendly janitor vaccuumed my dirty rug that I had just finished sweeping because my little dirt devil is practically older than I am and doesn't pick up anything.

9. I knocked on Zach's door and he found my chair for me.

10. I ate an awesome toasted turkey sandwich.

11. I am leaving Moscow tomorrow morning until January. :)

Happy Holly Jolly Christmastime

Well interwebs, I have completed my very last final of the semester. Which I received an 87.5% on, so who's to complain? This is the first semester of my college career where it appears I am passing all my classes. It's amazing.

I seriously forgot how good it felt to achieve good grades in school.

It. is. amazing. I don't care what other people say. I love getting As and Bs. *ahem* I guess that's to be expected though, but last year I was too content to just get a C in everything that I let my motivation for positive work output on the back burner and let my inner procrastinator shine through like the sun.

Not this year.

This year I was still able to procrastinate (because it's in my nature) but I got everything done that needed to be and I passed everything that was important. Which was mostly everything I did.

And now, this semester is all over. Completely finished, honey I have nothing left to do except pack up all my stuff I'll need over break. And I'm really happy about that. I'm really happy about a lot of things in my life actually.

I'm really happy that school is over for the semester.
I'm really happy that my Drawing 1 teacher (TheProf) is going to continue as my Design Processes 2 instructor.
I'm really happy that the Christmas season is upon us (although that doesn't go without the 'holy crap where did 2009 disappear to? that cheeky son of a gun).
I'm really happy that I'm going to see my SoCal familia in about a week-ish.
I'm really happy my mommy's little sister who just happens to be one of my favorite aunts sent me a whopping two CDs chalked full of good and awesome amazing Christmas music.
I'm really happy that all of my dreams that past few nights have somehow involved my father and in each dream he was always really happy and smiley.
I'm really happy Prince and I have been together for just a little over a year.
I'm really happy with the amount of people who follow (and comment) on my little bitty blog.
I'm really happy that I'm just really happy.
I'm really happy that I get to go on a date tonight with Prince Charming and we're dressing up for it. He even said he'll let me have steak tonight! mmmmmmmmmm
And I'm really happy that tomorrow morning I'm going home to Hayden so I don't have to sleep in the dorms until January.

Oh happiness, how good it is to finally know you again. The end of the semester can be so stressful.

A Cup Of Christmas Cheer

Things I love about Christmastime:
1. remembering Jesus' birth
2. the music!
3. snow flakes on my nose and eyelashes
4. a break from school
5. the family
6. presents, of course
7. going to Church
8. opening a present on Christmas Eve even though we have to talk Dad into it every year
9. Christmas cookies (the candycane ones are mah fave!)
10. well, candycanes in general, actually
11. seeing Santa Claus in the mall
12. watching 24 hours of A Christmas Story "You'll shoot your eye out, kid!"
13. Christmas dinner
14. trying out all of the loot we gained Christmas morning
15. building snowmen, and snowwomen - hey i'm not biased! ha, ha.
16. watching The Santa Clause
17. seeing all the Christmas lights around town
18. decorating the house (and the tree even though I didn't get to do that at all this year. boohoo.)
19. listening to Michael Bubble while I drive while it's snowing at night
20. how the stores are always crowded
21. singing carols
22. Christmas specials of my favorite shows on TV
23. white outs and blizzards
24. eggnog. 'nuff said
25. and last, but not least, just Christmas in general

What do you love about Christmas?

This post is my 250th. I wasn't going to say anything until I found it slightly ironic in a cool sort of way. Christmas is on the 25th, you know. And my list is 25 long. So you know, just add the zero. :)

Bogie-Meister

At I♥Faces this week, it's Pet's Only! (Yes, with an exclamation point. They're rather excited about their four legged BFFs over there, and I can't say that I blame them.)

So naturally I have to enter a picture of my four legged pig dog beast animal that is dumber than a rock but oh so very adorable.

Yes, she is really dumb. She flunked obedience school. Twice.

Yes, we believe she really is some sort of pig dog. You should listen to her eat sometime.

And yes, we all love her bunches. Except Dad. Well, I'd like to believe deep down inside of him somewhere there is some sort of compassion for my unintelligent pup-pup, he just has trouble showing it.

It's hard not to love eyes as pretty as those, right?

Right.

The End Is Near

I can see the light. It's at the far end of a very long tunnel and it's headed straight for me. Like a train at top speed with no intention of slowing down and I'm just standing there all deer-in-the-headlights like waiting for the impact to knock me out cold.

Finals.

They're right around the corner.

And by right around the corner, I mean Monday. At precisely 8:30 in the morning and 12:30 in the afternoon.

I already picked up my sketchbook from ART 121 WHICH I received a 100% on, thankthegoodLordupabove. And I got a B on my 2500 word essay that I whipped up in less than a week. I only lost points for being "redundant" and you know what I have to say to that? BOOM SHAKA LAKA I DON'T CARE! You're lucky I even wrote that stupid thing in the first place.

Either Mon or Tues we get our portfolios back from 111 - and I actually am excited about that. Especially because that class is taught by TheProf who is made of awesome. He's also going to teach Design Processes II (which is like my ART 121 class, just the second semester version). And I'm very glad for that because I think he will help that class potentially become mildly enjoyable.

Anyway, I just have this one week of school left. This time next week I will be chilling in the house of my parental units awaiting my departure for SoCal to see my long lost family. Wait? They still exist?

That light at the end of the tunnel? Yeah, that's the San Diegan SUN and it's going to be blasting my skin with unhealthy UV rays in a little over a week. Not that I mind, you know.

And now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go watch New In Town with Prince Charming and procrastinate my studying hours until whatever tomorrow throws at my face...

I'm Weird Just Like Everyone Else

I think I am the worst commenter to walk the face of the planet. I mean it, I really am ridiculously horrid at leaving comments on other people's blog posts/pages. And I feel bad about it, I really do. I feel like I deprive all of my precious readers of the benefit of knowing that I actually DO read your posts and like what you have to say, I just don't tell you about it.

Part of that is because I don't know how to word what I want to say. To myself I feel like I sound as though I am some sort of creepy stalker-ish person. Or that I have a story that relates to your story, but if I post said story on your blog then you will think I'm trying to one up you or I am trying to make everything about me.

But this doesn't really make any sense because I LOVE LOVE LOVE reading all of YOUR comments on MY blog. Seriously. I love them. I will go back and read them often. Sometimes I will read comments from a post that I wrote a month ago just because I think the people that left them are super duper sweet.

So then why do I have such a hard time commenting on YOUR blog? My best guess is because I don't actually KNOW you and I'm scared of pushing you away with what may or may not be an appropriate comment.

I even go so far as to type them out, but then instead of pushing post I just close the box and no one is the wiser.

So if you are feeling as though I neglect you, please don't be upset with me as I am an equal opportunity neglector. But I will try to get better at commenting your blogs! I really will try! Promise!

I just have to get over the fact that what I write in comments is just like what everyone else writes in comments. People like getting comments on their posts, don't they? Maybe this is why I don't feel like I have a lot of bloggy friends - you know? Because I haven't really developed any relationships with other bloggers except for the ones I know in real life.

So the first step in developing a relationship is making contact - and this would be the announcement of my attempt at stepping in the right direction.

Secrets

Everyone has them. Big ones, little ones, important ones, trivial ones, ones that could shatter your world and ones that mend it. Or any variation and combination of private nothings. Some people tell you they're an open book, while others hide their insecurities tucked deep inside that large barricade they've placed around their heart.

I'd like to think I'm an open book, but there are some things you just don't tell some people. "Hi, I'm Cinderella and I like to mock people who walk passed me on the sidewalk."

Because, you know, I do. Mock people. Sometimes if they walk funny I'll imitate the weird way their body swaggers down the street. If it's their voice that's ridiculous, I mimic the inflections of their vocal chords. Sometimes it's the sheer stupidity of the words they are uttering, and it's this option I have the most fun with. Because I will embellish on their valley girl accent, the way in which they have used the word 'like' like fifteen like times like in a row like, you know? Like. And then I flick my hair dramatically as if the subject they had been discussing was the only thing that mattered in their tiny little underdeveloped world.

Prince HATES it when I do this.

Hates.

He thinks it's rude.

And maybe sometimes he's right. Maybe.

But only maybe.

Because mimicking people is something I've been doing for a long, long time. I mean, I'm practically a professional. Besides, I believe that if you are going to speak to another human being and every other morpheme that comes from your lips is 'like' then even if you aren't completely brainless, people are going to assume that you are. So then, in my totally professional nature, I'm going to mimic your verbalization because I think you are insane.

But I'm not going to let you know outright that I'm poking fun at how you're acting. I can't let on to the fact that I think you are absurd, because that would most likely offend you even though I really don't mean any harm with my actions.

Another confession?

I'm glad it's Thursday and that school is almost out for a month. I'm especially excited to be traveling to the great SoCal for the event of that all too important HOLYday of CHRISTmas. Besides, I do love me some grandparent affection and being with family that I get to see once in a blue moon.

Oh wait, you want a confession that's more serious?

Like, the fact the feel like I don't even know my grandpa? Yeah, I've talked before about how my father's father is cursed with Parkinson's disease and how I kind of feel robbed that I never truly got to know him. But this really bothers me.

He has trouble talking. He has trouble walking. He doesn't do a lot of stuff that I hear my friends talk about doing with their grandfathers. And I feel robbed of a relationship that so many other people have been allowed to indulge in.

I also feel for my Oma. He's not the same guy she married all those long years ago. And this man, the father of my father, is not the same person he was when my dad was younger. So many things have changed. So many years have gone by in a way that no one wishes they would have proceeded. But what can you do? We can't rewind time. We can't go back to the way things were or how we think they should be now. We're stuck with the hand of cards that God dealt us.

What I have to look forward to, however, is the fact that I will get to know him better when we pass from this life to the next - the one in heaven shared in the glory of knowing our Holy Father also. Every time I think about how I don't know him, how it feels like I've never known him, I just think about heaven and how everything will be right there. I feel like that's a long way off in the distance, so I don't let myself think about it very often or for very long.

So what about you? Any confessions you'd like to share?

Oops I Did It Again

Last year I tried to color my hair a darker brown and ended up black. This year I thought about that fateful hair disaster and decided I wanted to try it again - but not end up with jet black hair. Zelda and I got some hair color and she helped me out with this dirty deed.

So I went from this:


To this:
Goodbye four inch long roots and hello darker, browner, more mysterious hair color!

Final Drawing

This is my final drawing for Art 111. Next semester I will be taking Art 112, so I'll still be creating things, but I'm still sad to see 111 go.

TheProf was a good instructor and I won't have him for 112 unfortunately. I'll just have to make do without my awesome posse of those weird people who seem to always sit in the same corner of the room I do....

But anyways, the drawing:


For whatever reason, I think it's my favorite so far.

Honey, It's Cold Outside

Is it really December already?

I feel like yesterday I moved into this forsaken dormitory, only to turn around to shut the door and find myself shivering my buns off in negative degree weather sans any sign of that white flaky stuff they write songs about.

Thanksgiving break snuck up on me like Sneaky Snake going after your root beer. (Please tell me at least one of you out there caught my reference to the Tom T Hall song?)

(And apparently snuck isn't a word? It's being underlined in red. But sneaked just doesn't right to me. Call me a bad grammar user (HA!) but I'm sticking with snuck because I'm stubborn.)

Anyway, back to Thanksgiving break - because it wasn't really long enough and then it seemed to thwart motivation for school with promises of "But we only have three weeks left!" And lemme just say, motivation to do three more weeks of work is like dangling chocolate in front of my sister and then telling her she has to run a marathon in order to scarf down said chocolate like there was no tomorrow.

The DP loves her some chocolatey treats. Doesn't matter what time of year, who made the chocolate delight, and the darker it is the better. She can be easily bribed with chocolate too - just keep that in mind if you ever find yourself on her bad side.

But November is Novemore and December has brought upon our college campus a reign of frozen terror. One can not venture out of doors without a numb sensation engulfing their entire being. One must also keep touching one's nose whilst walking to class in order to ensure that frost bite has not incurred and succeeded with leaving oneself nose-less. Because a face without a nose is just ridiculous. I mean, lets be honest.

And besides that fact that it seems 2009 has decided to be the fastest year ever, as well as this semester seemingly whirring past, it's only a matter of days before I embark on a trip to SoCal to visit with family for the occasion of the Christmas holiday.

Can I just say that it's still perfectly find to wish someone a Merry Christmas? I mean does everyone get offended when that is in fact the holiday that a majority of us intend to celebrate during this festive season? I know full well that there are other holidays during this time in which people tend to participate, but would you be offended if Christmas was your holiday of choice and someone wished you a happy Hanukkah?

Really?

Okay, so I feel like this post is slightly random and full of useless bits of fluff tied together under the assumption that December has moved in far too fast for my liking?

Oh yeah, I remember why I started this post.

My family already put up their tree! With out me! Oy! It doesn't feel like it's far enough into December to be putting up a tree.

I feel kind of left out.

But on the plus side, I think I've called my mom on the telephone at least once every day since I've been back at school. It's turning into a daily ritual. And since Tues. and Thurs. I walk home from the coffee shop sans company, it's nice to talk to her while my legs move back and forth trying to transport my torso back to my room while also not falling off at the hips because they are so numb...

Mysterious Inside and Outside

For my ART 111 class we are supposed to have an outside assignment to include with our final portfolios on Thursday.

The requirements for this drawing were that we had to include an interior, an exterior and some form of mystery.

At first I was stumped.

And I stared at my piece of paper, holding my charcoal stick, not knowing what the heck I was doing there on the floor of my room.

But then I thought about drawing a person. Because people have interiors and exteriors, right?

Right.

So then I thought about our insides. I didn't really want to draw blood and guts, so I went deeper than our muscle masses to that white hard hallow strong stuff we also know as bones. I also thought that mirrors can be mysterious. Especially because you can have trick mirrors that show how things aren't always what they seem.

And I figured it would be kind of freaky for a person to look into a mirror and see their interior.

However, when I brought my prized drawing to class, I loathed the girl in my drawing. I didn't like her profile. She was hard to draw and she wasn't really facing the mirror. I was annoyed that she hadn't been drawn how I wanted her to be. Besides that, people thought my drawing was a bit too....morbid.

Instead of looking at the picture and seeing in the interior/exterior portion first, they saw an image of mortality.

So it was decided that I should rid the picture of her profiled face and replace it with something else. So I kept the interior/exterior aspect of the background by including the blanket (an item commonly found inside households) and the trees (items commonly found outside households).

The skull was kept to keep an air of mystery about the whole project. It engages the viewer because when you look into the mirror, that skull is looking back at you. Kind of freaky, right?

Right.

What do you think? Should I name him? I mean, he is kinda cute. :)

A Somewhat Lame Post Depending on Your Definition of Lame

TEN HOW'S:

How did you get one of your scars?

I burned myself on Prince's car's exhaust pipe when I leaned forward to get a bag out of the trunk. I felt really awesome after it happened.

How did you celebrate your last birthday?

We had family over and ate homemade apple pie :)

How are you feeling at this moment?

Frustrated with my ART 121 class, but I'm glad it's over. I'm taking a break before I finish writing my paper for education that's due at midnight. But I'm excited for tomorrow. And I really want to go to sleep.

How did your night go last night?

I played Little Big Planet with Prince Charming before going to bed around 11:30.

How did you do in high school?

Eh. I wasn't a fan of high school. I liked track and German, as well as spending time with my friends outside of school. But as for classes, I could take it or leave it. Unless it was math. Then I just blindly hated it.

How did you get the shirt you're wearing?

It's a Twinlow camp shirt I got from working there last summer. It's red and I like it.

How often do you see your best friend?

I don't really have someone I consider my best friend really. Belle used to be it, but we've grown apart.

How much money did you spend last month?

Like I would remember that!

How old do you want to be when you get married?

20s I think. Early to mid. But I guess it ultimately boils down to whenever God has it planned.

How old will you be at your next birthday?

20! I'll be so old!


NINE WHAT'S:

Your mothers name?

Her name is Momma, Mom, Mommy, or any variation of. She is VERY maternal and sweet and everyone loves her. :)

What did you do last weekend?

homework, video games, gallivanting around campus, causing trouble, wreaking all sorts of havoc, etc

What is the most important part of your life?

The most important part is my relationship with God. Sometimes I feel really close, and sometimes I feel very far, but I try to rely on Him for everything - even though sometimes that's a challenge.

What would you rather be doing?

*sighs* after this I have to do homework, so instead of homework I would love to be doing something mindless that causes brain cell loss because I feel as though these last weeks of school drain my energy so. I. can't. move.

What did you last cry over?

something mildly important. I won't bore you with the gory details, but I was frustrated, upset, sad, in pain, confused and plethora of other emotions because of a number of things that just seemed to be piling up and Prince wasn't helping any so tears could not be avoided. Thankfully though it has all been somewhat resolved and prior feelings exist no longer.

What always makes you feel better when you're upset?

Hugs. I! LOVE! HUGS! Seriously. They rock my little world.

What's the most important thing you look for in a significant other?

a caring nature. If I don't feel like you care about me then I don't want to date you. Simple as that.

What are you worried about?

Passing Finals and getting a 3.0 grade average so I can get a 'good student' discount on my car insurance. And applying to the college of education because my GPA isn't high enough yet and I have to retake two classes, so I'm going to have to be admitted conditionally and work my way up to full admittance and I just want everything to work out okay.

What did you have for breakfast?

A chocolate poptart because I'm all sorts of nutrition conscious.


EIGHT HAVE YOU'S:

Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?

Yeah, I totally have. Sucks.

Have you ever had your heartbroken?

Also a yes.

Have you ever been out of the country?

Yep. I've been to Canada, Mexico and Germany.

Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?

Psh. No way. Never. How could I do something outrageously dumb in my life? Do you know who I am!!?? HA HA HA

Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?

Ummmmm no?

Have you ever had sex on the beach?

The drink? I tried it Germany, but I didn't like it.

Have you ever dated someone younger than you?

No. I don't go for the younger guys, sorry.

Have you ever read an entire book in one day?

Yes. I used to read all the time, but lately there's no room in my schedule for a book.


SEVEN WHO'S:

Who was the last person you saw?

Prince is sitting right in front of me.

Who was the last person you texted?

Zelda

Who was the last person you hungout with?

Prince right now. I was with Zelda earlier today before class.

Who was the last person to call you?

a friend from summer camp

Who did you last hug?

Prince Charming

Who is the last person who texted you?

Zelda

Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?

Prince-y


SIX WHERE'S:

Where does your best friend live?

uhm if Prince counts he lives down the hall from me.

Where did you last go?

To the AAN building all the way across campus in 12 degree weather. I have to keep touching my face to make sure it's still there.

Where did you last hang out?

In Prince's room.

Where do you go to school?

University of Idaho! Go Vandals!

Where is your favorite place to be?

wherever there are friendly faces to been seen. :)

Where did you sleep last night?

In my bed. duh.


FIVE DO'S:

Do you like someone right now?

Love him.

Do you think anyone likes you?

He says he does.

Do you ever wish you were someone else?

Actually no. I'm pretty awesome, so why would I forfeit that?

Do you know the muffin man?

Yeah, because he TAKES all the muffins instead of sharing them. Greedy son of a gun, that one.

Does the future scare you?

Only when I let it and only because Obama is president and I don't know what kind of stunts he's going to pull along the way.


FOUR WHY'S:

Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?

Because he loves me.

Why did you get a myspace?

Because my friends talked me into it. It was 'all the rage' and now I never ever use it. Facebook is where basically my entire family is at, so that's where I tend to party up.

Why did your parents give you the name you have?

Because they thought it was a really pretty name. And I got my middle name because of the time of day I was born. My name only adds to my awesome factor.

Why are you doing this survey?

Because Mrs. Lovely posted it and I haven't filled out a survey in a long time. I know it's a poor excuse for a blog post, but maybe I just want to be a poor excuse for a blogger at the moment. My mind is going nine ways from Sunday and in a matter of days it will all be over. So eventually you'll get a real post out of me, I promise. And if I don't deliver, you can hang me by my toenails until you get what you want from me. :)


THREE IF'S:

If you could have one super power what would it be??

invisibility! I could sneak in anywhere! and get into shows for free because people wouldn't know I was there.

If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?

No. I wouldn't. I'm here. This is me. All the events of my life have led me to where I am now, so why would I change that?

If you were stranded on a deserted island & could bring 1 thing what would you bring?

a life raft so I could get the heck off that island!!


TWO WOULD-YOU-EVER'S:

Would you ever get back together with any of your ex's if they asked you?

not even if they said "pretty please with a cherry on top"

Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?

I guess I could. It'd grow back eventually.


ONE LAST QUESTION

Are you happy with your life right now?

yeah I am. I kind of wish that I could fast forward through my college years, but seeing as how I'm sorta just stuck where I am, I don't really feel like there's anything I'd like change.

Are We Done Yet?

So I'm two projects down and one to go. And I'm not feeling like myself this week. In fact, I feel like I can't hardly do anything right. I'm really glad I made it through my education presentation, and I just turned in my art 121 sketchbook that I've been cramming to finish since Monday.

But Prince and I haven't been getting along very well this week. I think it's all the stress of school work. And I don't feel good. And my wisdom teeth have decided that now would be the perfect time to cause me all sorts of pain.

It hurts to chew. It hurts to talk. It hurts to do nothing. I even took some pain meds, but those only help so much.

I keep finding myself in this mood where I feel like I've just done something against the rules and some authority figure has given me a good talking to. Sometimes I feel like that person is Prince, even though it's not.

And I just want to cry.

Probably because it relieves stress.

I want this semester to be over.

I want to go home. I want to not argue with my boyfriend. I want to feel like I don't constantly have some sort of homework that is looming over my head waiting for me to finish. I'm tired of listening to Prince's Sour Roommate cuss at his video games through the wall and I'm tired of hearing the multiple residents of this hall blare their music so loud I can't think.

I think I just need to go to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

The Final Stretch

This semester is quickly coming to a close. I'd like to say we're slowly winding down, but instead I feel almost like we're spiraling out of control. I have so many assignments that are due this week and next week that I have to keep track of them not only in my agenda, but also on my computer.

Zelda and I got our Service Learning Project over and done with though. Our presentation took place at 9:30 this morning - so that means no more dementia adventures for us! That is both liberating and disheartening at the same time. I really liked spending time at the adult day health center, but also it took away from my homework time. So it's a good thing I don't have to worry about it during these last few weeks so I can gear up for finals.

Not only am I completing a final project, I'm also putting together a final portfolio, pulling a 2500 word essay out of thin air, completing my sketchbook with the drawings for everyday in the last month and reading 6 weeks of essays with paragraph write ups of each. So needless to say, I shouldn't be here in blogland, but my brain needed a break.

I mean, last night alone I completed 500 more words towards my 2500 word essay putting me up to 1000 words and then I wrote a 1 page reflection for my education class as well as attended a class meeting, wrote responses for my art theory class and helped Prince Charming with his English essay.

Not that you care about all the random assignments I have to do, but there you go. I like this time of chaos because the energy is great, but at the same time I hate it because I don't really want to do any of this stuff.

I'm just really glad when it's all over.

Really.

Glad.

Really.

Did I mention that I'm really glad when it's over?

Because I am.

I. so. totally. am.

*ahem*

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some homework that needs attending brain cells to lose.