| I go away for two years, and Xanga gets totally revamped. Figures. I've been away entirely too long. So much has happened since the last time I found myself stumbling upon the old blog, but I'm thinking I might give it another chance. I miss writing something other than scientific papers. So I guess I'll get use to the change and figure out how to use this thing again. |
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| I feel like I'm watching my life crumble into tiny pieces, and I can't do anything about it. For the first time ever I have absolutely no control of the major problems in my life. I don't want to go home for a very long time. I'm not even sure why I call the one place I spend the least amount of my time at my home. Maybe because I still miss a few people there. But pretty soon those people won't even be there, so what will be left? I guess letting go is hard to do sometimes. |
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| Oh boy, this semester has been hell. It all started with not being able to audition for band because our incompetent interim director didn't post the times until 5 days before we were suppose to be here. I wasn't planning on coming back that early, and I definitely didn't have time to learn the music. Then I get back to Lexington and Brian and I get in a car accident. Luckily everyone was okay, and it wasn't our fault. It totaled my car though I loved that car too. I had just spend about $70 getting my oil changed, replacing the air filter, and refilling all the fluids. And my parents had just spent $600 putting new tires on it. They weren't even a week old. Luckily the insurance company gave us $12,000 for it so I can buy another car. Now if I could only find one:-\ Classes started the day after that. My matrix algebra professor is psycho. Unfortunatly he knows my name, so he asks me random questions in class that I can never answer. It's very frustrating. I love my honors class though. I have the coolest professor. He's only 29 so he doesn't go off on tangents about stuff that we're not old enough to know about (like Dr. Wilke...eww). My organic professor is also psycho, but his exams are not nearly as impossible as Dr. Grossman's were last semester. I love organic lab, even though the smell is repulsive. Once again, being at the end of the alphabet paid off, and there are only 11 people in my lab section. I'm in flute studio for the first time ever. It's really lame...but I couldn't come up with a schedule conflict this semester. I suck at lessons. I just don't have time to practice anymore. Luckily it's the last semester that I have to do it. And then there is physics. I can honestly say I don't remember a single word from the last lecture. I just can't pay attention in that class. And I'm absolutely terrible at physics. If I didn't have a friend in that class, I would fail. Dan definitely does my homework for me because I'm a moron. He's also my lab partner for the worst lab ever. Fourteen page lab reports on measuring a block of wood should be outlawed. Words can not express how grateful I am to have that boy in my life right now. If I didn't have someone helping me, I would seriously consider quitting. I really just stress myself out too much. I need a break. I want to go back to Las Vegas. It was the most amazing place I have ever been. But that will have to be another post for another day. This is already too long, and I think I've sufficiently wasted my time today. |
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