Mmmmm.
Basically I slept for 12 hours last night. And I have a huge exam tomorrow that I haven't touched yet and a presentation due also. I love midterm time. Three exams this week, two huge papers due a week from tomorrow...
It doesn't help that I spent all day Saturday suffering from a massive wine-induced hangover.
Never again.
BUT-I purchased my ticket to Spain today. Then was sort of too distracted by excitement to get much studying done.
Oi. Back to Mussolini.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Snow and Semester Slump
Good lord. Semesters are LONG. I've forgotten just how painfully long a semester of school is. I feel like I have been in these classes forever already, and it is only MIDTERMS. It's really quite upsetting. I have absolutely no motivation to do ANYTHING. I am terribly behind in my history class and I cannot bring myself to get into the game. It's really, really, quite bad.
Another impending doom: SNOW. Why must this happen to me? It isn't even Halloween yet and the weather seems set on dropping a snowfall before the 31st. It's unforgivable. I know that it normally snows before Halloween, but I was really hoping, just because I decided to stay this semester, the weather would reconsider. Nobody hates scraping their windshield and wiping show off of their car more than me. On my driveway it is a perilous way to start your morning. Plus the morning commute into town with snow traffic--come on, Alaska. Just spare me until mid-November. I know it has to snow--but I've also seen this great state hold out. It totally can.
So I need to stop playing out fantasies of Spain in travel in my mind and get into my books. But it's nearly impossible. I am feeling this overwhelming itch to be out of school. And I mean now. Graduation needs to be acquired. The idea of another year of undergraduate sounds nauseating. I don't want to go back to Bellingham, but transferring here would cause me to loose a bunch of credits. Damn it. I hate money and financing an education and places that I just overall hate. Hate hate hate.
Also--ever gotten a severe allergic reaction to novicane? Well, let me fill you in if you haven't. It sucks. It's awful. My face swelled up and my puffy miserable self was on a series of antibiotics, steriods, and perkoset simultaneously. It kept my disfugured profile undercover in my home and missed three days of class and work. Tradition when I am sick/drugged on pain meds is to wrap myself into a comfortable nest on my couch and watch the travel channel all day. Which is exactly what I did. I learned all about Haunted America and the best New England bed and breakfasts. Delicious.
Also I went to an auction with my mom and we won $50,000 Alaska airlines miles. Looks like I'll be flying to Spain for $500. What a steal. And putting up the number was kind of exciting. I'd never been to an auction.
Well, basically I am writing this because I don't want to be studying for my history midterm which at this point is already 5 days late. So--of I go, no choices anymore.
Adios, blogspot.
Another impending doom: SNOW. Why must this happen to me? It isn't even Halloween yet and the weather seems set on dropping a snowfall before the 31st. It's unforgivable. I know that it normally snows before Halloween, but I was really hoping, just because I decided to stay this semester, the weather would reconsider. Nobody hates scraping their windshield and wiping show off of their car more than me. On my driveway it is a perilous way to start your morning. Plus the morning commute into town with snow traffic--come on, Alaska. Just spare me until mid-November. I know it has to snow--but I've also seen this great state hold out. It totally can.
So I need to stop playing out fantasies of Spain in travel in my mind and get into my books. But it's nearly impossible. I am feeling this overwhelming itch to be out of school. And I mean now. Graduation needs to be acquired. The idea of another year of undergraduate sounds nauseating. I don't want to go back to Bellingham, but transferring here would cause me to loose a bunch of credits. Damn it. I hate money and financing an education and places that I just overall hate. Hate hate hate.
Also--ever gotten a severe allergic reaction to novicane? Well, let me fill you in if you haven't. It sucks. It's awful. My face swelled up and my puffy miserable self was on a series of antibiotics, steriods, and perkoset simultaneously. It kept my disfugured profile undercover in my home and missed three days of class and work. Tradition when I am sick/drugged on pain meds is to wrap myself into a comfortable nest on my couch and watch the travel channel all day. Which is exactly what I did. I learned all about Haunted America and the best New England bed and breakfasts. Delicious.
Also I went to an auction with my mom and we won $50,000 Alaska airlines miles. Looks like I'll be flying to Spain for $500. What a steal. And putting up the number was kind of exciting. I'd never been to an auction.
Well, basically I am writing this because I don't want to be studying for my history midterm which at this point is already 5 days late. So--of I go, no choices anymore.
Adios, blogspot.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
An Unusual Dream
Right. So just as I was feeling all philosophical/medatative before, I am now suddently flooded with the memory of a recent dream of mine. Bizarre. Strange. And maybe not something I should be writing about. But oh well, here goes.
We've all heard the familiar expression, "She/he/I shit a brick." Indeed. Well, my dream begins with me in a public restroom (oddly my elementary school restroom captured in strangely accurate detail) and I am staring into the white ceramic toilet bowl and what appears to be a brick. And by brick I mean a brick. Not a brick of shit, but a real brick. Bricks to make houses from. Even though the actual "release" of this brick was not included in my dream I simply knew upon seeing this red brick sitting in the toilet bowl it had come from me. The rest of the dream was me trying to somehow dispose of this brick, being that I obviously couldn't flush it. I was running around my elementary school trying to figure out what to do with the brick in the toilet and how to get rid of it before anybody found out. For some reason I was extremely disgusted and embarassed by this brick. I was desperate to dispose of it. An annoucement was made over the school intercom that a brick had been found in the bathroom and that whoever was responsible would be discovered and punished.
In the end I somehow diposed of the brick although I don't quite remember how. I just remember waking up feeling extremely satisfied and relieved that the brick had been destroyed.
Since it is probably the oddest dream I have ever had (which is saying a lot because I dream almost every night) it sort of stuck with me. I was talking about it with my friend in Minnesota.... and low and behold we notice a Dream Interpretation book sitting on the table in front of us. Random, no? So we read it and it says that a brick in a dream:
"indicates unsettled business and disagreements in love affairs."
And we started laughing hysterically. "So," my best friend said through chuckles, "in this dream about the brick...were you quite literally putting your unsettled business behind you?"
We enjoyed a good laugh and as I wiped tears off my face I decided that yes... indeed. In my dream I had symbolically put all of this shit behind me. And while it was a challenge to dispose of it, and much to my horror people were whispering about it and gossiping about it, in the end I victoriously disposed of the brick.
I can't believe I had a dream that I shit a brick. Oh well. I think I'm quite impressive.
We've all heard the familiar expression, "She/he/I shit a brick." Indeed. Well, my dream begins with me in a public restroom (oddly my elementary school restroom captured in strangely accurate detail) and I am staring into the white ceramic toilet bowl and what appears to be a brick. And by brick I mean a brick. Not a brick of shit, but a real brick. Bricks to make houses from. Even though the actual "release" of this brick was not included in my dream I simply knew upon seeing this red brick sitting in the toilet bowl it had come from me. The rest of the dream was me trying to somehow dispose of this brick, being that I obviously couldn't flush it. I was running around my elementary school trying to figure out what to do with the brick in the toilet and how to get rid of it before anybody found out. For some reason I was extremely disgusted and embarassed by this brick. I was desperate to dispose of it. An annoucement was made over the school intercom that a brick had been found in the bathroom and that whoever was responsible would be discovered and punished.
In the end I somehow diposed of the brick although I don't quite remember how. I just remember waking up feeling extremely satisfied and relieved that the brick had been destroyed.
Since it is probably the oddest dream I have ever had (which is saying a lot because I dream almost every night) it sort of stuck with me. I was talking about it with my friend in Minnesota.... and low and behold we notice a Dream Interpretation book sitting on the table in front of us. Random, no? So we read it and it says that a brick in a dream:
"indicates unsettled business and disagreements in love affairs."
And we started laughing hysterically. "So," my best friend said through chuckles, "in this dream about the brick...were you quite literally putting your unsettled business behind you?"
We enjoyed a good laugh and as I wiped tears off my face I decided that yes... indeed. In my dream I had symbolically put all of this shit behind me. And while it was a challenge to dispose of it, and much to my horror people were whispering about it and gossiping about it, in the end I victoriously disposed of the brick.
I can't believe I had a dream that I shit a brick. Oh well. I think I'm quite impressive.
Throw Me a Line
Throw me a line and pull me to shore. Take my hand and run with me. I know a place where magic never stops, the sun never sets, and we could laugh our way through the morning, curl up in a sunny corner, and watch the stars wake one by one.
Where there are moments of quiet happiness silent dreams echo through the valleys. The wind whispers promises and carresses you with its secrets. In these moments you and I would endure forever.
I could take you there if you'd let me.
Where there are moments of quiet happiness silent dreams echo through the valleys. The wind whispers promises and carresses you with its secrets. In these moments you and I would endure forever.
I could take you there if you'd let me.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
A Little Bit
I'm sort of in love with my Spanish teacher.
She's extraordinarily petite and thin and carries the most abundant head of hair that I have ever seen.
She thinks I am talented and special. Isn't it amazing how sometimes it only takes someone of authority telling you that you are intelligent to sunddenly have the ability to imagine that you are? You are instantly legitimite and able. You are special. You are smart. You should continue your studies. And by you I mean me.
God, I love her.
I also love that she is always calm and radiates happiness.
No lies...I sort of want to be her.
So I am little bit excited about school. And a little bit excited about singing with a vocal group. And a bit excited that I got accetped to my study abroad program. And a little excited that I started a Mesa Espanola here in Anchorage and that it's been going really well. And that I've already been approved to return for 12 weeks next month as an intern. And that I got an A on both of my Spanish papers and exams. And that I may get to do an undergraduate research project next fall. With so many things to get a little bit excited about I'm starting to feel almost downright excited about getting up in the morning...and strangely....happy.
Also fun--my dream last night.
Normally I hate dreaming. But this was completely different. I dreamed I was making an incredible sandwich/breakfast burrito. And when I awoke this morning I discovered all the necessary ingredients awaiting in the frig. At work I couldn't stop thinking about going home and making the breakfast burrito for dinner.
Sometimes dreams really can come true.
Other times dreams hold frightening/enlightening/disturbing metaphors from which you can attempt to understand your life. More about this dream later.
She's extraordinarily petite and thin and carries the most abundant head of hair that I have ever seen.
She thinks I am talented and special. Isn't it amazing how sometimes it only takes someone of authority telling you that you are intelligent to sunddenly have the ability to imagine that you are? You are instantly legitimite and able. You are special. You are smart. You should continue your studies. And by you I mean me.
God, I love her.
I also love that she is always calm and radiates happiness.
No lies...I sort of want to be her.
So I am little bit excited about school. And a little bit excited about singing with a vocal group. And a bit excited that I got accetped to my study abroad program. And a little excited that I started a Mesa Espanola here in Anchorage and that it's been going really well. And that I've already been approved to return for 12 weeks next month as an intern. And that I got an A on both of my Spanish papers and exams. And that I may get to do an undergraduate research project next fall. With so many things to get a little bit excited about I'm starting to feel almost downright excited about getting up in the morning...and strangely....happy.
Also fun--my dream last night.
Normally I hate dreaming. But this was completely different. I dreamed I was making an incredible sandwich/breakfast burrito. And when I awoke this morning I discovered all the necessary ingredients awaiting in the frig. At work I couldn't stop thinking about going home and making the breakfast burrito for dinner.
Sometimes dreams really can come true.
Other times dreams hold frightening/enlightening/disturbing metaphors from which you can attempt to understand your life. More about this dream later.
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