Sheesh, is it even possible that the semester starts in less then a month?! Yipes! Where did time go??
But I'm totally excited/nervous/apathetic/sleepy/hungry when I think about my first semester at University X, it's gonna be intense.... But I'll survive. It's that 'What ever doesn't kill you makes you stronger' mindset that gets me through the 2 a.m. paper writing blitzes!
My schedule for right now is as follows: Monday/Wednesday Shakespeare's Early Plays 9-9:50, Myth & Religion in the Ancient World 12-12:50, Languages of the Wold 1-1:50.
Tuesdays/Thursdays British Modernism 2-3:20, Studies in World Lit 3:30-4:50
Friday is the same as M/W, except my Shakespeare class is an hour later, so YAY more sleep!
I like my schedule, and some of my teachers have gotten outstanding reviews, but I am hoping to drop a class and add in Sign Language level 1 if a spot opens. Fingers crossed!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Supplemental Blog
**Read this AFTER my previous post!**
Right, so I wrote all this in my previous blog, but I didn't think it fit very well, but it's important and needs to be said before I forget...again...
But I really should Army Brother's teasing while it lasts, the 'D' word has been looming a lot closer for him. His first Deployment will be coming up soon. I'll be hard not to share about it, but this is one part of my life that will forever stay out of the blog. Nothing will be posted about rank, location, stationing, movements, morale, ect. It's all a part of some acronym that stands for words that are all about keeping you solider safe while Deployed. Some people have problems with how private and secretive you need to be, but my view is, anything to keep Our Servicemen safe is fine by me. If I was told that terrrorists were intercepting my texts, you bet I would go all Office Space on that phone. Perhaps it's a bit excessive, but NOTHING will happen to them because of something I said trying to show off. Also, I don't want to turn this blog into a Military family/sister/support blog. I'm not qualified to be anything like that, but I can point someone in the right direction if needed.
Right, so I wrote all this in my previous blog, but I didn't think it fit very well, but it's important and needs to be said before I forget...again...
But I really should Army Brother's teasing while it lasts, the 'D' word has been looming a lot closer for him. His first Deployment will be coming up soon. I'll be hard not to share about it, but this is one part of my life that will forever stay out of the blog. Nothing will be posted about rank, location, stationing, movements, morale, ect. It's all a part of some acronym that stands for words that are all about keeping you solider safe while Deployed. Some people have problems with how private and secretive you need to be, but my view is, anything to keep Our Servicemen safe is fine by me. If I was told that terrrorists were intercepting my texts, you bet I would go all Office Space on that phone. Perhaps it's a bit excessive, but NOTHING will happen to them because of something I said trying to show off. Also, I don't want to turn this blog into a Military family/sister/support blog. I'm not qualified to be anything like that, but I can point someone in the right direction if needed.
*pokes head into internets* Miss me yet?
....Didn't think so. Sad face.
I'm concerned about what kind of English major I'll be if I can barely whip up the passion (ooo kinky) to keep up with this blog (ehh not kinky) for a few months. It would probably help if I had an exciting life to blog about, but as I've said before, not much happens to me. I'm pretty much an only child in a house that used to be full of life. Yeah it does suck, thanks for asking.
All my brothers have moved out, and without them around, this house is as dull as a tomb. Sigh, I feel bad for kids with tiny families, being in a big family is awesome! How big is my family you ask? Ha, well, we aren't as many as the Dugger mob, but we always thought that six made a respectable clan. Yeah, six. And that's just the kids. Eight people used to live in this house. Now we have...three. Myself, a male parental unit, and a female parental unit, whom I call Pop and Momma, respectively. They are boring, as parental units generally are. They also see me as a pig-tailed, useless, drooling infantchildbaby, rather then the confidant, chill, slightly less then sane adult that I am. I don't want to spent time dithering on about my struggles on THAT particular subject, so we'll move right along...
Oldest Brother, also called Doctor Brother, is the oldest of my siblings (just in case the name was a bit obscure). He's very cool, is an excellent photographer, has a cat, and whats to be a doctor when he grows up. Oldest Brother will be turning THIRTY this Winter! WOAH! He'll be eight years older then I am, but I don't think I'll EVER be that old! Thirty...isn't that pretty much dead?
Southern Brother lives in the South with his wife and their dog. I will be visiting them next week, and since he's pretty much my favorite sibling (and it's not entirely because he reads my blog....and buys me stuff....and has a doggie....), I'm sure that I will have at least ONE story to share with everyone when I return. Last time I visited, he almost burned the apartment down, maybe this time he will succeed!
Army Brother lives close by with his wife and their cat, he is the meanest of the brothers. He is always and forever picking on me and teasing me. I think he feels that since he is the only sibling left in-state, he needs to be as annoying as all five of them combined. Sigh. It would be easier if he wasn't so darn RIGHT all the time!
[See supplemental blog]
Sporty Brother is the stereotypical 'cool' guy. He likes sports, plays guitar, is charming, is the best looking one (after me of course), and is really clever. He's the kind of guy that kids see, and think 'I wanna be as cool as that guy when I grow up!'. Someday I want to be cool....just like Sporty Brother....
This is where I come along in the Birth Order. Hello! It's me! Your lovely blogger!....moving on....
Air Force Brother, or as I prefer calling him, Little Brother (see, it's ironic, cause he's taller then me....then all of us I believe come to think of it). Sadly, he and I have a lot to get through before we can be as close as we used to be. I love him like crazy, but he has so much growing up to do, but he is so desperate to 'prove himself' to us that he forgets how awesome he could be without all the drama.
Apart, we are all totally awesome, but together, the six of us united become an unstoppable force. I'm never afraid of anything when The Clan is around. It's what I miss most about my childhood, the feeling of belonging, and of safety that I felt being part of such an undeniably awesome family. I know you're jealous.
Oh and we all have super powers .
I'm concerned about what kind of English major I'll be if I can barely whip up the passion (ooo kinky) to keep up with this blog (ehh not kinky) for a few months. It would probably help if I had an exciting life to blog about, but as I've said before, not much happens to me. I'm pretty much an only child in a house that used to be full of life. Yeah it does suck, thanks for asking.
All my brothers have moved out, and without them around, this house is as dull as a tomb. Sigh, I feel bad for kids with tiny families, being in a big family is awesome! How big is my family you ask? Ha, well, we aren't as many as the Dugger mob, but we always thought that six made a respectable clan. Yeah, six. And that's just the kids. Eight people used to live in this house. Now we have...three. Myself, a male parental unit, and a female parental unit, whom I call Pop and Momma, respectively. They are boring, as parental units generally are. They also see me as a pig-tailed, useless, drooling infantchildbaby, rather then the confidant, chill, slightly less then sane adult that I am. I don't want to spent time dithering on about my struggles on THAT particular subject, so we'll move right along...
Oldest Brother, also called Doctor Brother, is the oldest of my siblings (just in case the name was a bit obscure). He's very cool, is an excellent photographer, has a cat, and whats to be a doctor when he grows up. Oldest Brother will be turning THIRTY this Winter! WOAH! He'll be eight years older then I am, but I don't think I'll EVER be that old! Thirty...isn't that pretty much dead?
Southern Brother lives in the South with his wife and their dog. I will be visiting them next week, and since he's pretty much my favorite sibling (and it's not entirely because he reads my blog....and buys me stuff....and has a doggie....), I'm sure that I will have at least ONE story to share with everyone when I return. Last time I visited, he almost burned the apartment down, maybe this time he will succeed!
Army Brother lives close by with his wife and their cat, he is the meanest of the brothers. He is always and forever picking on me and teasing me. I think he feels that since he is the only sibling left in-state, he needs to be as annoying as all five of them combined. Sigh. It would be easier if he wasn't so darn RIGHT all the time!
[See supplemental blog]
Sporty Brother is the stereotypical 'cool' guy. He likes sports, plays guitar, is charming, is the best looking one (after me of course), and is really clever. He's the kind of guy that kids see, and think 'I wanna be as cool as that guy when I grow up!'. Someday I want to be cool....just like Sporty Brother....
This is where I come along in the Birth Order. Hello! It's me! Your lovely blogger!....moving on....
Air Force Brother, or as I prefer calling him, Little Brother (see, it's ironic, cause he's taller then me....then all of us I believe come to think of it). Sadly, he and I have a lot to get through before we can be as close as we used to be. I love him like crazy, but he has so much growing up to do, but he is so desperate to 'prove himself' to us that he forgets how awesome he could be without all the drama.
Apart, we are all totally awesome, but together, the six of us united become an unstoppable force. I'm never afraid of anything when The Clan is around. It's what I miss most about my childhood, the feeling of belonging, and of safety that I felt being part of such an undeniably awesome family. I know you're jealous.
Oh and we all have super powers .
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Wave Lengths and Time Streams
Holy sheesh I was outside for two hours yesterday and I'm sunburned! There is a reason I stay indoors! *hisses at the sun*
I can knit. Is that like supposed to be really amazing? It's not that hard but people seem to be fascinated by it. Weird. I'm fascinated by shiny objects so I probably shouldn't be judging other people on what they find fascinating.
I can knit. Is that like supposed to be really amazing? It's not that hard but people seem to be fascinated by it. Weird. I'm fascinated by shiny objects so I probably shouldn't be judging other people on what they find fascinating.
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