Slow Day
Well, today was a slow day. Haven't had such a one in kind of a long time. But being at home with no place to go made me feel like I'd be leaving soon, so I was in a cleaning/ organizing mood. And now I feel like I should be sorting out my clothes to see what I should take with me, but I know it's too soon. If I pack up all my jeans, I won't have anything to wear for the rest of the week.
Well, I spent a great deal of my day messing around with Schedulizer. I refuse to take the Math class I've signed up for, so I'm seriously hoping that I'll be able to take French instead of Math, which means I'll have to change around one of my English classes. I'm just crossing my fingers for room in the two classes I need for a perfect schedule.
This morning I applied for a job. I hope it works out. That would make the semester pretty perfect. All I need to have a the best semester at Cornell would be to get the 2 classes I want at the times I want them, a gym class twice a week, and one or two jobs at convenient hours depending on how much homework I have.
My mom has been commanding me to get a job ever since I finished high school. But I just wasn't motivated enough. I mean, sure I applied to a few places and tried temp jobs, but my heart just wasn't in it. I had a change of heart, however, on a recent trip to Nordstrom when I discovered my soul-mate-scent. I mean, if you know me, you know that there are VERY few scents that I can stand, even so-called "pleasant" scents. In fact, most perfumes nauseate me and in concentrated doses make my head ache. But this scent I've discovered is not only a perfect fit for my personality, but it doesn't make my body unhappy; I could inhale it all day. Needless to say, it sparked the proverbial "fire under my ass."
That Vaseline commercial with all the fluttering hands just came on the TV and it SERIOUSLY freaks me out. ::shudder:: I just got really itchy. UGH!
I AM DYING TO SEE PERFUME: STORY OF A MURDERER, but it simply hasn't happened for me yet. :( If I don't get to see it this week, I really hope it's still playing in Ithaca when I get back. It looks fantastic!
Hmmm... I feel like I'm rambling. I've forgotten how to update my LJ. There was a time when I would see something interesting along my travels or in my daily experiences and think of a way to describe it in my LJ. Now I don't think about it at all and when I try to write in my journal I am at a loss. I'm hereby declaring a new New Year's Resolution to think about my LJ more often. Hopefully I'll have things to write about. Sometimes I feel like my life just isn't interesting enough to document. [That never bothered you before!] Shut up. I know. I'll work on it.
I just tried to check my study abroad application status. It used to say that all of my materials were turned in and awaiting dispatch but now it says that I don't even HAVE an application and if I'm interested I should start one. Should I be worried? Well, I fucking am.
Although, it's a little bit reassuring to know that even if I can't go to England for David Beckham, he'll be coming to LA for me. ;)
I was watching "What Not to Wear" on TLC while I washed the dishes this morning, and I decided to look up the positively adorable hair guru Nick to see if it would be possible for a layperson to simply pay for one of his incredible makeovers. It is possible, but a little steep for such a layperson as myself. I don't know how I'd feel about paying $400 for a haircut and then $200 for color and then a $100 gratuity. Call me uncultured or old-fashioned or whatever, but it just goes against my natural instincts. Maybe when I'm a professional whose style actually matters. For now, I'll stick to a good old American $60 haircut- skip the color.
Hahaha, I watched "Little Shop of Horrors" yesterday for the first time in years. I had forgotten how utterly adorable and hilarious it is. :) "Suuuudden-hly Seeh-ymouuur... is standing beside meeeee!" hahaha. The way she belts it out just brings some much needed mirth to my soul! :DDD
Well, I guess I'd better get to bed. I just hope the CUAbroad application is fixed by morning. Or I'll have a nervous breakdown. FYI, if I should be unreachable this weekend- check under my bed for the trembling figure in the fetal position. And no, Stefani, NOT on my back!
;)
Well, I spent a great deal of my day messing around with Schedulizer. I refuse to take the Math class I've signed up for, so I'm seriously hoping that I'll be able to take French instead of Math, which means I'll have to change around one of my English classes. I'm just crossing my fingers for room in the two classes I need for a perfect schedule.
This morning I applied for a job. I hope it works out. That would make the semester pretty perfect. All I need to have a the best semester at Cornell would be to get the 2 classes I want at the times I want them, a gym class twice a week, and one or two jobs at convenient hours depending on how much homework I have.
My mom has been commanding me to get a job ever since I finished high school. But I just wasn't motivated enough. I mean, sure I applied to a few places and tried temp jobs, but my heart just wasn't in it. I had a change of heart, however, on a recent trip to Nordstrom when I discovered my soul-mate-scent. I mean, if you know me, you know that there are VERY few scents that I can stand, even so-called "pleasant" scents. In fact, most perfumes nauseate me and in concentrated doses make my head ache. But this scent I've discovered is not only a perfect fit for my personality, but it doesn't make my body unhappy; I could inhale it all day. Needless to say, it sparked the proverbial "fire under my ass."
That Vaseline commercial with all the fluttering hands just came on the TV and it SERIOUSLY freaks me out. ::shudder:: I just got really itchy. UGH!
I AM DYING TO SEE PERFUME: STORY OF A MURDERER, but it simply hasn't happened for me yet. :( If I don't get to see it this week, I really hope it's still playing in Ithaca when I get back. It looks fantastic!
Hmmm... I feel like I'm rambling. I've forgotten how to update my LJ. There was a time when I would see something interesting along my travels or in my daily experiences and think of a way to describe it in my LJ. Now I don't think about it at all and when I try to write in my journal I am at a loss. I'm hereby declaring a new New Year's Resolution to think about my LJ more often. Hopefully I'll have things to write about. Sometimes I feel like my life just isn't interesting enough to document. [That never bothered you before!] Shut up. I know. I'll work on it.
I just tried to check my study abroad application status. It used to say that all of my materials were turned in and awaiting dispatch but now it says that I don't even HAVE an application and if I'm interested I should start one. Should I be worried? Well, I fucking am.
Although, it's a little bit reassuring to know that even if I can't go to England for David Beckham, he'll be coming to LA for me. ;)
I was watching "What Not to Wear" on TLC while I washed the dishes this morning, and I decided to look up the positively adorable hair guru Nick to see if it would be possible for a layperson to simply pay for one of his incredible makeovers. It is possible, but a little steep for such a layperson as myself. I don't know how I'd feel about paying $400 for a haircut and then $200 for color and then a $100 gratuity. Call me uncultured or old-fashioned or whatever, but it just goes against my natural instincts. Maybe when I'm a professional whose style actually matters. For now, I'll stick to a good old American $60 haircut- skip the color.
Hahaha, I watched "Little Shop of Horrors" yesterday for the first time in years. I had forgotten how utterly adorable and hilarious it is. :) "Suuuudden-hly Seeh-ymouuur... is standing beside meeeee!" hahaha. The way she belts it out just brings some much needed mirth to my soul! :DDD
Well, I guess I'd better get to bed. I just hope the CUAbroad application is fixed by morning. Or I'll have a nervous breakdown. FYI, if I should be unreachable this weekend- check under my bed for the trembling figure in the fetal position. And no, Stefani, NOT on my back!
;)