I need to remember not to come here if I need to study seriously. I've been here a few times before, to use the study rooms, and just a couple days ago to grab some books on Beirut... I guess the thought might have crossed my mind that there would be a whole floor dedicated to HISTORY... but... you know... whatever...
Wait, what?
From where I sit I am being stared down by, "The Cold War," "The Soviet Bloc; Unity and Conflict,"The Purge," "Years of Infamy," and "Hitler's Death Camp." Just today I was going to talk to Gus about there ever being a class just about World Wars I or II.
I can't focus...
As I walked in, I passed a whole shelf full of the Tudors, in front of me is a shelf full of France, who KNOWS what else is up here! Gazing down the aisles is almost a meditative experience. To just imagine all the words in those books, and what those words are telling... ALL that information? That HISTORY? OMG!
I'm glad I'm a nerd.
I want to read everything in these books. I want to know all about everything that has ever happened... Ever.
Ok, so that's a bit much. Certainly many of these books repeat themselves, and plenty more probably just reiterate basic information... so there really is hope for me to learn everything, without reading all the books on the third floor.
It's not like I have time to read anyway. I was really looking forward to finishing Twilight this week, and then to even try to finish The Secret History over break, but I don't think either of those are in my future. I have to read an insane amount for World Politics, because I haven't been due to the Simulation, and there's still The Freedom of a Christian and Night for Quanbeck... That's my break. :)
Not too bad I guess. I am really caught up, and I never thought that would happen... of course "Caught up" really just means I am not as behind as before... but still, it feels good.
Anyway, enough of that.
I don't want to spend much more time here, because I need to print off and highlight my rant filled Crockett paper, BUT we watched the Honor's video last night.
I remember reading Ali's blog last year, and I remember her saying how weird it was to watch us those first couple, "Get to know you" days. We watched the silly games we played, and how awkward we were with eachother. How strange to think that we were all so NEW just a couple months ago! NOW, we know everyone's names, we are friends, and we are all so familiar! I am really sad that that is done.
... Or is it?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Good morning starshine, the Earth says Hello!
It's before Noon on a Sunday... why am I out of bed? Especially after being up until two last night?!
This does not compute.
I am grateful though, that it adds a couple more precious hours into my day.
Last night marked the end of the 2008 Honors production. It went SO well, but now it's over. All those hours of practicing, and planning... the laughter and frustrated roars... over. I am really going to miss my sexy table dance, but more than that I am going to miss the comraderie of my fellow Honors students. I was in an amazing group, with extraordinary people, and now we aren't going to see as much of eachother.
I suppose we'll occaisionally sit an elitist Honors table at dinner, but that's going to be it. I have to keep reminding myself that this is only our first year, that there are three and a half left, and in that time many great things will happen, and friendships will be made.
However, I worry about myself, who would rather hole up in her room on weekends than hang out with her friends... much less make new ones.
Our play was last, so that left plenty of time for the nerves to get wound up, but once we got out there, everything went smoothly, and the crowd loved it.
Andrew Shaved his head so he could look more like Bert. It's ridiculous.
The After Party was pretty low-key. We spent a very long time playing catchphrase, which SOMEHOW evolved into STRIP catchphrase (Don't worry, no one was naked!) When that dispersed a few of us went to Julie and Laura's room and watched a movie that Andrew made. Then, for who knows how long we just sat around doing "Would you rathers." It was very ... special. :)
At the CCHP I was asked-when worrying about the future- what it's going to be that I will look back on and say, "I wish I would have done that in college," and you know, there is nothing. I am doing everything I'd dreamed of doing! This is the college all my hopes and aspirations has created.
I am discovering who I am, as corny as that sounds. I know that some things aren't as glorious as my fantasies portrayed, and that it's OK not to enjoy doing them. I know that I'm growing up, and away from Ogilvie, Minnesota. I still don't know what's next, but that's ok. I still like reading books, even though I've discovered that I am a comparatively slow reader. I still like watching movies when I have time. I am still, if not more so annoyingly optimistic and bubbly. I am, more than ever before, Lily Morris.
It really is a great feeling.
This does not compute.
I am grateful though, that it adds a couple more precious hours into my day.
Last night marked the end of the 2008 Honors production. It went SO well, but now it's over. All those hours of practicing, and planning... the laughter and frustrated roars... over. I am really going to miss my sexy table dance, but more than that I am going to miss the comraderie of my fellow Honors students. I was in an amazing group, with extraordinary people, and now we aren't going to see as much of eachother.
I suppose we'll occaisionally sit an elitist Honors table at dinner, but that's going to be it. I have to keep reminding myself that this is only our first year, that there are three and a half left, and in that time many great things will happen, and friendships will be made.
However, I worry about myself, who would rather hole up in her room on weekends than hang out with her friends... much less make new ones.
Our play was last, so that left plenty of time for the nerves to get wound up, but once we got out there, everything went smoothly, and the crowd loved it.
Andrew Shaved his head so he could look more like Bert. It's ridiculous.
The After Party was pretty low-key. We spent a very long time playing catchphrase, which SOMEHOW evolved into STRIP catchphrase (Don't worry, no one was naked!) When that dispersed a few of us went to Julie and Laura's room and watched a movie that Andrew made. Then, for who knows how long we just sat around doing "Would you rathers." It was very ... special. :)
At the CCHP I was asked-when worrying about the future- what it's going to be that I will look back on and say, "I wish I would have done that in college," and you know, there is nothing. I am doing everything I'd dreamed of doing! This is the college all my hopes and aspirations has created.
I am discovering who I am, as corny as that sounds. I know that some things aren't as glorious as my fantasies portrayed, and that it's OK not to enjoy doing them. I know that I'm growing up, and away from Ogilvie, Minnesota. I still don't know what's next, but that's ok. I still like reading books, even though I've discovered that I am a comparatively slow reader. I still like watching movies when I have time. I am still, if not more so annoyingly optimistic and bubbly. I am, more than ever before, Lily Morris.
It really is a great feeling.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
My Kind of Thanksgiving!
One of the reasons why "Volunteering" is listed as one of my activities/interests on facebook is because you almost ALWAYS get fed.
It's true. Knock on doors for three hours, free pop and pizza. Hold chicks and answer questions for four hours, get free food tickets, hold snakes and answer questions, free breakfast, Dish out turkey and pumpkin pie at a Multi-ethnic Thanksgiving, get the biggest plate of AWESOME food you've ever had.
Maybe it is because I hadn't eaten all day, but the whole experience was a blast.
Today in History, Britni my RA was sitting behind me. She asked what I was doing this evening, and I said, "Nothing" Because if you don't count the hours of reading I still should do, it's true. She then told me about Turkey Palooza that Campus Kitchens was doing over at the Brian Coyle center, and she wanted to know if I would like to go with her for a couple hours. I said that I would, because I think it is physically impossible for me to say no to people.
At Four Forty she and I went to Anderson, and from there we walked IN THE COLD to the Brian Coyle Center.
Laura, Ryan and I stationed ourselves at the "Traditional Thanksgiving" table. The Turkey ran out fast, so I scooped pie after a while. We were at the end of the line so no one really wanted our food because their plates were full. It wasn't long at all until just about everyone had gone through, and we could get food. There wasn't much left, but it was DELICIOUS. Some of the spices reminded me of our Jamaican Thanksgivings, and it made me really excited for next Thursday.
Not to mention the overall good feeling I get from Volunteering!
It's almost Eight. Britni invited me to a Seminar that some of her friends are putting on... it's in eight minutes... Maybe I'll go. It's about Sex. Who doesn't like learning about sex?
I should also be writing my Crockett paper, and catching up in Religion... but... sex!
Tee hee.
It's true. Knock on doors for three hours, free pop and pizza. Hold chicks and answer questions for four hours, get free food tickets, hold snakes and answer questions, free breakfast, Dish out turkey and pumpkin pie at a Multi-ethnic Thanksgiving, get the biggest plate of AWESOME food you've ever had.
Maybe it is because I hadn't eaten all day, but the whole experience was a blast.
Today in History, Britni my RA was sitting behind me. She asked what I was doing this evening, and I said, "Nothing" Because if you don't count the hours of reading I still should do, it's true. She then told me about Turkey Palooza that Campus Kitchens was doing over at the Brian Coyle center, and she wanted to know if I would like to go with her for a couple hours. I said that I would, because I think it is physically impossible for me to say no to people.
At Four Forty she and I went to Anderson, and from there we walked IN THE COLD to the Brian Coyle Center.
Laura, Ryan and I stationed ourselves at the "Traditional Thanksgiving" table. The Turkey ran out fast, so I scooped pie after a while. We were at the end of the line so no one really wanted our food because their plates were full. It wasn't long at all until just about everyone had gone through, and we could get food. There wasn't much left, but it was DELICIOUS. Some of the spices reminded me of our Jamaican Thanksgivings, and it made me really excited for next Thursday.
Not to mention the overall good feeling I get from Volunteering!
It's almost Eight. Britni invited me to a Seminar that some of her friends are putting on... it's in eight minutes... Maybe I'll go. It's about Sex. Who doesn't like learning about sex?
I should also be writing my Crockett paper, and catching up in Religion... but... sex!
Tee hee.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Happiness is a warm gun?
I feel like I look really cool today. I look like a college student. A really preppy, prudish college student. I like it.
My Grandma sent me a box full of sweaters. AWESOME Sweaters, because I told her that I didn't have enough and that I was cold. Right now I am wearing a white knit turtleneck sweater with my hair down, blue jeans and green converse. Technically, to complete the aura, I should be wearing slacks, but I have none. I told my mom about my box of sweaters, and my hat and gloves, and she told me that I "Got her present!" I guess sweaters, hats, and gloves are THE present that she would get each year. Part of that is what makes me happy; that as I go through my day wearing my knit sweater and jeans, that a collegiate MOTHER of mine could have been walking about just as I, attired in a similar fashion. :) Or maybe Helen Holm from Garp... only she'd be wearing slacks... Jenny from Forrest Gump, Lucy from Across the Universe... Hmm... am I seeing a familiar trend?
ALSO, this morning with my mostly wool pea-coat (is that what they are called?) and white sweater, I looked really serious. I liked it. Kind of how last night in my black concert out fit, I looked like I could have been a lawyer.
Our first band concert last night was really good. THe first half was definitely better, but it was a great, painless concert. I felt like I did a good job, and that I will only keep getting better. No more band until next semester now, and that really bums me out. I really look forward to it on band days... but it's not like I don't still have Jazz band and Brass Chamber. I think I'll make it.
We register tomorrow for second semester classes. I am still pretty torn between foundations of Women's studies, and a biology lab. THe latter of which I'll have to take to graduate eventually, so why not get it out of the way? But Women's studies would be a fun class, and it is a prerequisite for other classes I'll want to take in the future anyway... SO...
Hmph.
I have until tomorrow.
The Marching Band Concert was by solid definition, BANDGASMIC. MMMMmMMmMMMmM! Everything was so clean and precise! AMAZING! AND I got to see Codey at intermission. It has been months since I've seen him, and gee do I love that boy.
The Exterminator is coming today. I really don't want them to. I drew a sad mouse on our white board.
LAST Scholar Citizen practice tonight!
For now, I am off to get some caffeine, and read because I am terribly behind.
Vote in my calendar poll. I need to know.
My Grandma sent me a box full of sweaters. AWESOME Sweaters, because I told her that I didn't have enough and that I was cold. Right now I am wearing a white knit turtleneck sweater with my hair down, blue jeans and green converse. Technically, to complete the aura, I should be wearing slacks, but I have none. I told my mom about my box of sweaters, and my hat and gloves, and she told me that I "Got her present!" I guess sweaters, hats, and gloves are THE present that she would get each year. Part of that is what makes me happy; that as I go through my day wearing my knit sweater and jeans, that a collegiate MOTHER of mine could have been walking about just as I, attired in a similar fashion. :) Or maybe Helen Holm from Garp... only she'd be wearing slacks... Jenny from Forrest Gump, Lucy from Across the Universe... Hmm... am I seeing a familiar trend?
ALSO, this morning with my mostly wool pea-coat (is that what they are called?) and white sweater, I looked really serious. I liked it. Kind of how last night in my black concert out fit, I looked like I could have been a lawyer.
Our first band concert last night was really good. THe first half was definitely better, but it was a great, painless concert. I felt like I did a good job, and that I will only keep getting better. No more band until next semester now, and that really bums me out. I really look forward to it on band days... but it's not like I don't still have Jazz band and Brass Chamber. I think I'll make it.
We register tomorrow for second semester classes. I am still pretty torn between foundations of Women's studies, and a biology lab. THe latter of which I'll have to take to graduate eventually, so why not get it out of the way? But Women's studies would be a fun class, and it is a prerequisite for other classes I'll want to take in the future anyway... SO...
Hmph.
I have until tomorrow.
The Marching Band Concert was by solid definition, BANDGASMIC. MMMMmMMmMMMmM! Everything was so clean and precise! AMAZING! AND I got to see Codey at intermission. It has been months since I've seen him, and gee do I love that boy.
The Exterminator is coming today. I really don't want them to. I drew a sad mouse on our white board.
LAST Scholar Citizen practice tonight!
For now, I am off to get some caffeine, and read because I am terribly behind.
Vote in my calendar poll. I need to know.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Morning After
I'm ragged as I roll out of Jenny's bed. The remains of my eye make up smeared down my face, and the tell-tale party mark of ink from my hand now imprinted clearly on cheek.
Glitterball 2.0 went down last night, and my fears were confirmed. We were the youngest. It was barely glam but Hair Metal. Not everyone had a good time.
In theory it was pretty freaking sweet... but in the end, more of the kind of thing I'd like to work at than attend. We were far too young... and I don't know what else to say.
The experience was also enough for me to realize that that simply isn't my scene. Of course all through high school I day dreamed relentlessly about it... but really? It's a scene... and it is passed. My Friday nights should be spent in my comfort zone; in my room reading books, or watching movies... maybe occaisionally hitting a concert when aplicable... but nothing crazy.
I don't know. I guess I am indifferent.
Now I have a full saturday spread out before me. Soon I must start finishing Einstein and No God But God. First I am going to eat my breakfast of trail mix, potato chips and gingerale.
I don't feel like changing out of my zebra print pajama pants.
Glitterball 2.0 went down last night, and my fears were confirmed. We were the youngest. It was barely glam but Hair Metal. Not everyone had a good time.
In theory it was pretty freaking sweet... but in the end, more of the kind of thing I'd like to work at than attend. We were far too young... and I don't know what else to say.
The experience was also enough for me to realize that that simply isn't my scene. Of course all through high school I day dreamed relentlessly about it... but really? It's a scene... and it is passed. My Friday nights should be spent in my comfort zone; in my room reading books, or watching movies... maybe occaisionally hitting a concert when aplicable... but nothing crazy.
I don't know. I guess I am indifferent.
Now I have a full saturday spread out before me. Soon I must start finishing Einstein and No God But God. First I am going to eat my breakfast of trail mix, potato chips and gingerale.
I don't feel like changing out of my zebra print pajama pants.
Friday, November 14, 2008
P-e-p B-a-n-d Pep Band Pep Band!
I really shouldn't be typing in my freshly (poorly) painted fingernails. They are yellow to go with my sweet out fit for tomorrow. I can't believe we're actually going! Only Sara told her friend that David Bowie was actually going to be there. Now I feel bad.
It is really late, but I had two big glasses of Coke at ten, so that's probably why I am still awake. Day three with no Facebook. It's starting to not bother me as much. I just check my email and blog more.
(I think that after my nails are yellow, I am going to paint them a dark color like they were at summer camp... that was fun.)
So, today was a full Thursday, like any Thursday. We got out of Quanbeck's class early so we could eat before Augsem. AUGSEM! We left a little after 11:30 to go to the Temple Israel in Uptown. To Andrew's (creepy) delight we got to ride in Quanbeck's SUV. I will admit that that was pretty cool.
The Temple Israel is a Reform Synagogue. You can tell because "Temple" is in the name. It is a beautiful building, and inside we sat as our guide explained what it means to be a Reform Jew here in Minneapolis. Even though we've been learning a lot in class, just like going to the Mosque, there was so much more of an impact actually being there. I've discovered that I really love Religion. Perhaps even enough to seriously consider a Religion Minor. I love the complexities of it all, and how in the end EVERYONE just wants to Love, and be Loved. I can dig that. Judaism is really neat, and I want to learn more!
I got back from Augsem with barely enough time to make it to History, where I took an exam and revelled in my own splendor. THere were some questions that I answered in a bland fashion, but on the questions I did know, which was a lot, I KICKED BUTT. Seriously, I rocked that Exam. I keep telling myself this... and I hope it proves at least a little bit true.
I AM A HISTORY MAJOR! AAAAA! HISTORY!
Sorry. Even the word: H I S T O R Y. It looks so grand! So Noble. Heavy. Vital. MmmmMMM!
What am I going to do with it?
Be Awesome. Duh.
No. I am going to grow up to be Donald Gustafson.
It will be fabulous.
From History, I left pumped, checked my mail, got my two new posters, celebrated my victory with some people, and then went to Jazz Band, which I also think I am conquering. Of course there are some parts on a few songs that I botch or simply don't play, but overall I pretty much rock Fourth Trumpet.
I did some math today, and IF I practice just thirty minutes a day, then I play my trumpet for 2 hours total EVERY DAY. MORE on Mondays. How cool is that? I wonder if I'd have to take Music Theory to be a music minor...
After Jazz band I ate a very unfortunate dinner, and went to the METRODOME for pep band. Sad story: The entire Pep Band ALONG with ALL it's equipment could fit into ONE elevator. ONE! We took up a tiny two rows of seats, and probably couldn't be heard. It was pretty weak... Then the football players lost.
Boo.
(Stupid fingernail just ate a paragraph)
We ate at Davanni's after. We were obnoxious.
We didn't finish eating until after ten thirty, at which time I went to the Library to find Andrew, which I did. He was working on his Religion project (WHO was pope during World War 1? Pope Benedict XVI of course... WWII? Pius IX. I might have the numbers mixed up... but it's fun to know... or at least feel like I know.) I read Crockett's paper. THough I didn't take notes, I wish I had, but I still look forward to discussing it tomorrow.
Being in Honors is probably the best thing ever. On SO many levels. I can't wait to see what it's going to do to me in four years!
I should sleep. It is past one and I have a big day tomorrow. I'm listening to the Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack and getting pumped to see Ewan McGregor's glittered body. I REALLY hope that Glitterball is as good as it looks.
LAST DAY OF BAND TOMORROW! SAD!
It is really late, but I had two big glasses of Coke at ten, so that's probably why I am still awake. Day three with no Facebook. It's starting to not bother me as much. I just check my email and blog more.
(I think that after my nails are yellow, I am going to paint them a dark color like they were at summer camp... that was fun.)
So, today was a full Thursday, like any Thursday. We got out of Quanbeck's class early so we could eat before Augsem. AUGSEM! We left a little after 11:30 to go to the Temple Israel in Uptown. To Andrew's (creepy) delight we got to ride in Quanbeck's SUV. I will admit that that was pretty cool.
The Temple Israel is a Reform Synagogue. You can tell because "Temple" is in the name. It is a beautiful building, and inside we sat as our guide explained what it means to be a Reform Jew here in Minneapolis. Even though we've been learning a lot in class, just like going to the Mosque, there was so much more of an impact actually being there. I've discovered that I really love Religion. Perhaps even enough to seriously consider a Religion Minor. I love the complexities of it all, and how in the end EVERYONE just wants to Love, and be Loved. I can dig that. Judaism is really neat, and I want to learn more!
I got back from Augsem with barely enough time to make it to History, where I took an exam and revelled in my own splendor. THere were some questions that I answered in a bland fashion, but on the questions I did know, which was a lot, I KICKED BUTT. Seriously, I rocked that Exam. I keep telling myself this... and I hope it proves at least a little bit true.
I AM A HISTORY MAJOR! AAAAA! HISTORY!
Sorry. Even the word: H I S T O R Y. It looks so grand! So Noble. Heavy. Vital. MmmmMMM!
What am I going to do with it?
Be Awesome. Duh.
No. I am going to grow up to be Donald Gustafson.
It will be fabulous.
From History, I left pumped, checked my mail, got my two new posters, celebrated my victory with some people, and then went to Jazz Band, which I also think I am conquering. Of course there are some parts on a few songs that I botch or simply don't play, but overall I pretty much rock Fourth Trumpet.
I did some math today, and IF I practice just thirty minutes a day, then I play my trumpet for 2 hours total EVERY DAY. MORE on Mondays. How cool is that? I wonder if I'd have to take Music Theory to be a music minor...
After Jazz band I ate a very unfortunate dinner, and went to the METRODOME for pep band. Sad story: The entire Pep Band ALONG with ALL it's equipment could fit into ONE elevator. ONE! We took up a tiny two rows of seats, and probably couldn't be heard. It was pretty weak... Then the football players lost.
Boo.
(Stupid fingernail just ate a paragraph)
We ate at Davanni's after. We were obnoxious.
We didn't finish eating until after ten thirty, at which time I went to the Library to find Andrew, which I did. He was working on his Religion project (WHO was pope during World War 1? Pope Benedict XVI of course... WWII? Pius IX. I might have the numbers mixed up... but it's fun to know... or at least feel like I know.) I read Crockett's paper. THough I didn't take notes, I wish I had, but I still look forward to discussing it tomorrow.
Being in Honors is probably the best thing ever. On SO many levels. I can't wait to see what it's going to do to me in four years!
I should sleep. It is past one and I have a big day tomorrow. I'm listening to the Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack and getting pumped to see Ewan McGregor's glittered body. I REALLY hope that Glitterball is as good as it looks.
LAST DAY OF BAND TOMORROW! SAD!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
25 Hours and 37 Minutes
24 hours in. I look around me, and I see happy faces on Facebook profiles everywhere. Not I. I sit here doing other... not quite so efficient, but productive things. Like responding to emails from home, and blogging. Worthy feats?
It has been a LONG facebookless day. Though simply knowing that I can't helps to keep my mind off of it, and it suddenly doesn't seem important! Will my self control prevail? Probably not.
In lieu of facebook, I spent 5 hours in the library last night reading, and making a freaking sweet study guide for myself. There are five pages of it, and I am seriously going to rock this History exam... or at least I hope so. I'll rock it harder than I did last time.
Einstein is officially my hero, and maybe going through on getting that calendar will turn out for the better. He said so many things that simply make SO MUCH SENSE, I can't help but love the man!
AAAAAND... Rasputin.
Need I elaborate? Everyone else in the world knew about why he was important, except me, so I am alone in my newfound historical glee. I think he really did have super powers. I think people STILL have healing powers. Maybe he was just using manipulation and hyptnotism, BUT HE STILL MADE TSAREVITCH ALEXEI'S PAIN GO AWAY. What if he WAS sent by God? What if what if!
Jenny and I made significant progress on our Beatles Anthology Puzzle last night. We completed the borders, and were able to attatch Abbey Road, Sgt. Pepper, and some other chunks, and start to put together Paul's face. I wanted to make John's Face complete, but aside from the glasses, the pieces could belong to George, Ringo OR John...
Is there anything happening tonight? I don't think so... I hope not. I'll spend it in the library again, making SURE I do well on the History Exam. People keep saying that the History class I am taking is the hardest 100 level History class offered. Aside from the pure luck you sometimes need to remember details for the quizzes, I actually find it pretty simple and fun. I want MORE classes like it!
I've been playing with my Spring Schedule. I plan on taking Honors Liberating Letters and Effective Writing, 20th Century American History, and Foundations of Women's Studies, along with Band, Jazz Band, Brass Chamber and lessons. Still quite the full schedule but I think I can do it.
(I miss facebook!)
It has been a LONG facebookless day. Though simply knowing that I can't helps to keep my mind off of it, and it suddenly doesn't seem important! Will my self control prevail? Probably not.
In lieu of facebook, I spent 5 hours in the library last night reading, and making a freaking sweet study guide for myself. There are five pages of it, and I am seriously going to rock this History exam... or at least I hope so. I'll rock it harder than I did last time.
Einstein is officially my hero, and maybe going through on getting that calendar will turn out for the better. He said so many things that simply make SO MUCH SENSE, I can't help but love the man!
AAAAAND... Rasputin.
Need I elaborate? Everyone else in the world knew about why he was important, except me, so I am alone in my newfound historical glee. I think he really did have super powers. I think people STILL have healing powers. Maybe he was just using manipulation and hyptnotism, BUT HE STILL MADE TSAREVITCH ALEXEI'S PAIN GO AWAY. What if he WAS sent by God? What if what if!
Jenny and I made significant progress on our Beatles Anthology Puzzle last night. We completed the borders, and were able to attatch Abbey Road, Sgt. Pepper, and some other chunks, and start to put together Paul's face. I wanted to make John's Face complete, but aside from the glasses, the pieces could belong to George, Ringo OR John...
Is there anything happening tonight? I don't think so... I hope not. I'll spend it in the library again, making SURE I do well on the History Exam. People keep saying that the History class I am taking is the hardest 100 level History class offered. Aside from the pure luck you sometimes need to remember details for the quizzes, I actually find it pretty simple and fun. I want MORE classes like it!
I've been playing with my Spring Schedule. I plan on taking Honors Liberating Letters and Effective Writing, 20th Century American History, and Foundations of Women's Studies, along with Band, Jazz Band, Brass Chamber and lessons. Still quite the full schedule but I think I can do it.
(I miss facebook!)
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