"Roll over and give the person next to you a hand."
I think I made quite the impression.
Back to PLU and back to being that girl. That really would have bothered me last year, and maybe a little last semester, but it's an odd comfort this semester. (My mother would be so proud.) Not that I'm necessarily proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either. I haver no intention of keeping it under rug swept (Alanis Morisette, anyone?). Now that I've figured out that being that girl doesn't bother me, I can basically just live my life and do whatever.
Oh, and I'm now that girl plus an Art History minor. I'm excited. My brother and I were talkign about what we'd both like to do with our lives/careers ideally, and I said that I wanted to own and operate my own gallery and then be able to write on the side (I couldn't work only as a writer ideally because I don't like being pushed to come up with a mediocre product. I'd rather take my time and get it right.) He said I should go for it, and I think I will. So, hell yeah for more classes I guess.