November 27th, 2006


(no subject)

the final REALZ week in school, which means studying for finals next week, gigantic life application essays to write, and little sleep to be had.

i had five days off school for thanksgiving, which resulted in my being frantic to be back this week. it's funny - when i have to be there all the time, i dread it and can't make myself leave the house, but when i'm not there, i crave the atmosphere and the learning.

funny how that works.

all last week, my music theory teacher was talking about how excited they all were that we would have a guest speaker today - some guy from turkey that will be playing with the college orchestra. so today comes and... turns out our guest speaker speaks zero english. so to class it was, to learn about phrases and motives with an apology from the teacher.

i had planned on writing my life application essay for psychology on how fucked up i am due to parenting issues, but i didn't know where to start and had no idea what the hell to really talk about... until today, when we learned about death and dying and how people throughout their lifespan view death differently at different ages, i.e. 4 - 6 years old, that death isn't final. seeing as i have lost someone or experienced death in one form or another in each of the phases discussed, i shall do that, instead.

plus, since i changed my topic, i have until friday to turn it in, instead of TOMORROW. load off of me arse, it is.

watched titanic right before bed.... that stupid movie makes me sob like a baby EVERY TIME. grrr. i almost NEVER cry at movies, and i didn't even think titanic was that GOOD, but it still makes me sob like a 4 year old who just lost her puppy. :| and since i was watching it in bed, not only was my face covered in tears, but they also had done that fantastically uncomfy thing where they had streamed down both sides of my neck and wet the pillow, as well as IN my ears. yesh. i am a goddesh. i then dreamed that i had been on a modern day titanic, and i had talked to a few of the other people who had gone through the ordeal with me, including a handsome guy. "have you gone to therapy for this?" "no." "neither have i. but i am trying to deal."

was also very blatantly hit on by a very pretty woman tonight. :)

ooh, and i got caught in the snow. i loved how the snow felt on my bare head, so i left my hood down... and when it REALLY started to come down, i came THISCLOSE to pulling a hood filled with sleety snow over my head, until it dawned on me just how uncomfortable a neck filled with ice would be. so i suffered in coldness, taking off my glasses as the icy snow would bounce off of the lens and into my eyes at a very fast speed.