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MY SKIN HATES WINTER!!!! ITCHY! ITCHY! ARGGHHH!!!!
I haven't posted in a long time, so I will now to distract myself from the itch-fest.
It's a new year, and my resolution is to be on time for all my morning classes. I'm not the kind of person that sleeps through morning classes. I get up at least an hour before I need to leave my house, and my cat makes sure I don't hit the five-minute snooze button more than once, especially if she's hungry. But I am still consistently five minutes late for my morning classes. I just like to dawdle. First of all, I have to sit down and eat breakfast and drink coffee, considering I'm a caffeine addict. Second of all, I like to play with my cat, and sometimes I will lose track of time by doing that. Third of all, I take too long to figure out what to wear, and I can't determine it the night before because what I wear that day is determined by how fat I feel when I wake up. Someone could sit and tell me I look fine and perfectly skinny, but if I'm feeling fat, then I'm feeling fat.
So anyway...I take a while in the morning. But this semester I will ALWAYS get out the door on time, darn it!
... except classes already started this past week, and I forgot that one of them started at 8:30 instead of 9:00, because the class is basically the continuation of a class from last semester, and last semester it started at 9:00. I set my alarm the night before knowing it started at 8:30, but when I got up that morning I forgot. My friend called me at 8:45 to ask where I was, and I freaked out. Luckily my friend also announced to the entire class that I was probably late because I was playing with my cat (only halfway true), and the professor found this highly amusing. So when I entered at 9:00, he just laughed. I suppose one of the benefits of being in a department where everyone knows everyone is that we can all laugh at each other in a friendly way.
But other than that, I've been on time to everything this week.
I also have a least favorite class already: conducting. It's like going to a ballet class and analyzing everything behind one simple movement...except this is literally one simple movement, and it's not at pretty or as rewarding as getting a little higher in an arabesque. There are a million things wrong with my downbeat alone. And on top of that I have no idea which hand to conduct with. In theory we always had to keep the beat by conducting in the right, and when I asked to use my left as a freshman my request was denied. Now, as a junior, I'm allowed to conduct with either hand, and I'm wondering how much it will screw me up if I continue using my right hand.
In other news, I'm crazy enough to be SKIPPING CLASS tomorrow. See, I already came home (NoVA home) to celebrate my friend's 21st. And then I had MLK Day off. So it only seemed appropriate to stay an extra day, brave the metro this afternoon and Georgetown tonight, then walk from Georgetown all the way to the inauguration event. Yes, I'm insane, but I'll have good friends with me. My parents keep telling me how crazy I am, but...if you had the opportunity to be in the capital for such a historical event, wouldn't you go for it? I'd rather tell my grandkids, "yes, I was there, and I didn't see a thing, but I was there!," over "yes, I was alive and could've been there, but I decided to go to class that day."
Also, on Christmas Eve's Eve, my friend Laura and I realized that we had the same spring break despite her going to a different university. We decided we should do something fun. So at first I'm thinking we'll go to the beach for a few days (even though it's too cold near us in March) or take some day trips. But then Laura mentioned that she had been looking at cheap flights online, that she had friends in Oxford and possibly a friend in London. So...we're hitting up London and Oxford for a week. The U.K. was next on my list of places to go (well, that and Africa, which isn't happening), so I'm very excited.
I haven't posted in a long time, so I will now to distract myself from the itch-fest.
It's a new year, and my resolution is to be on time for all my morning classes. I'm not the kind of person that sleeps through morning classes. I get up at least an hour before I need to leave my house, and my cat makes sure I don't hit the five-minute snooze button more than once, especially if she's hungry. But I am still consistently five minutes late for my morning classes. I just like to dawdle. First of all, I have to sit down and eat breakfast and drink coffee, considering I'm a caffeine addict. Second of all, I like to play with my cat, and sometimes I will lose track of time by doing that. Third of all, I take too long to figure out what to wear, and I can't determine it the night before because what I wear that day is determined by how fat I feel when I wake up. Someone could sit and tell me I look fine and perfectly skinny, but if I'm feeling fat, then I'm feeling fat.
So anyway...I take a while in the morning. But this semester I will ALWAYS get out the door on time, darn it!
... except classes already started this past week, and I forgot that one of them started at 8:30 instead of 9:00, because the class is basically the continuation of a class from last semester, and last semester it started at 9:00. I set my alarm the night before knowing it started at 8:30, but when I got up that morning I forgot. My friend called me at 8:45 to ask where I was, and I freaked out. Luckily my friend also announced to the entire class that I was probably late because I was playing with my cat (only halfway true), and the professor found this highly amusing. So when I entered at 9:00, he just laughed. I suppose one of the benefits of being in a department where everyone knows everyone is that we can all laugh at each other in a friendly way.
But other than that, I've been on time to everything this week.
I also have a least favorite class already: conducting. It's like going to a ballet class and analyzing everything behind one simple movement...except this is literally one simple movement, and it's not at pretty or as rewarding as getting a little higher in an arabesque. There are a million things wrong with my downbeat alone. And on top of that I have no idea which hand to conduct with. In theory we always had to keep the beat by conducting in the right, and when I asked to use my left as a freshman my request was denied. Now, as a junior, I'm allowed to conduct with either hand, and I'm wondering how much it will screw me up if I continue using my right hand.
In other news, I'm crazy enough to be SKIPPING CLASS tomorrow. See, I already came home (NoVA home) to celebrate my friend's 21st. And then I had MLK Day off. So it only seemed appropriate to stay an extra day, brave the metro this afternoon and Georgetown tonight, then walk from Georgetown all the way to the inauguration event. Yes, I'm insane, but I'll have good friends with me. My parents keep telling me how crazy I am, but...if you had the opportunity to be in the capital for such a historical event, wouldn't you go for it? I'd rather tell my grandkids, "yes, I was there, and I didn't see a thing, but I was there!," over "yes, I was alive and could've been there, but I decided to go to class that day."
Also, on Christmas Eve's Eve, my friend Laura and I realized that we had the same spring break despite her going to a different university. We decided we should do something fun. So at first I'm thinking we'll go to the beach for a few days (even though it's too cold near us in March) or take some day trips. But then Laura mentioned that she had been looking at cheap flights online, that she had friends in Oxford and possibly a friend in London. So...we're hitting up London and Oxford for a week. The U.K. was next on my list of places to go (well, that and Africa, which isn't happening), so I'm very excited.