Today's Nugget of Information that Makes Me Infinitely Happy: bald eagles have been taken off the endangered species list!
It may be tiny in comparison to y'know... the number of things that are going exctinct daily. But still. It's nice to see a little win!
Summer classes are obnoxious. Even if you enjoy the class... Crikey. Tomorrow marks the 4-week point, meaning one week of classes left. Tomorrow is also my THIRD exam of the week, to be followed by two finals next Friday. I feel mostly secure in Psychology; Sociology is a little more wobbly, but we'll see.
Making matters more delightful, I have managed to become sick. In summer. ...Which is annoying. (Can you tell I'm whiny?) I saw my doctor yesterday and received some Magical Pillz, which had me feeling healthy and surprisingly energetic all morning/afternoon. And now it's evening, and I've put off studying for my test, and whee! The fever is creeping back up, and I'm starting to feel pretty pooped.
Furthermore, something--be it stress, too much thinking, or any one of the myriad of pills I'm on--is making me freakishly emotional. It is most girly (girlie?) and uncool of me, and I am not amused.
In spite of this whine-fest, things are going pretty durn well, as they say. Although I'm frustrated to still be in summer classes, I'm ecstatic that I'll be done in a week. At last I shall be able to start my frantic Harry Potter re-read session! (Sadly, I've temporarily given up on Einstein: His Life and Universe. Not because it was bad; I really was enjoying it. But after all my classes, I need a bit o' fluffiness to read, and good ol' Al was just not providing it. Some other time, big guy, I promise.) Furthermore, in a mere [somewhat less than] three weeks, I shall have my boyfriend in Alabama! Good times, I declare.
And now I suppose I should end this, since my sole reason for posting was procrastination (I really wish there was an adjective form of "procrastinate"--"procrastinatory"? "Procrastinous"? "Procrastinacious"?)
...since my reasons for posting were strictly procrastinacious in nature.
What other names did your parents consider for you?
"Layla" (after the Derek and the Dominoes song, no less) was on the table, which I think is pretty sweet--apparently my father did not agree. (Yet somehow letting the 6-year-old boy child name the second-born after the baby kangaroo in a video game was a better idea?)
This question made me curious, so I called my mom to ask about other possibilities. Apparently "Ashleigh" and "Leigh" were other options. Good to know. ("Leigh" eventually made it into my middle name... but as I'm told, my parents "didn't want to burden me with such a long middle name," thus "Leigh Anne" became "Leiann.")
And now you know... and knowing is half the battle. (G.I. Joe!!!)
What set you apart from the rest of the kids at school?
Submitted by jks.
What set me apart from the other kids at school? ~bursts into tears~ THE OTHER KIDS AT SCHOOL!!!
...Okay, not really. But who could resist giving the most emo answer ever? =D
What is the most interesting class you have ever taken?
Submitted by Melissa.
Oh, geez. My favorite so far has been Orchestration (thus why I'm electing to take an independent study in advanced orchestration this fall), but I'm not sure that necessarily falls under the label "most interesting." (Not that it's not interesting, but uh. You know what I mean.) This is tough, but I felt compelled to do this QotD.
Okay.
Most Interesting Class Within My Major: Take your pick between Music Theory I through IV. I probably enjoyed III the most, if I remember correctly. (This was a close one... Music History: 19th Century to Present was extremely interesting, aside from the stress it brought me.)
Most Interesting Class Outside My Major: Probably a toss-up between either of my sophomore Honors World Literature classes. My World Lit I professor assigned us one of the best assignments I've ever had (a competitive one at that--let's not talk about it, my team is still bitter, and justifiably so). My World Lit II class exposed me to some literature I never would have read on my own and had some great discussion happenings going on. (Not to mention I wrote the second best silly paper I've ever written in that class. Good times.) Perhaps I should wait on this one, though; I'm quickly becoming a fan of this Psychology class I'm taking.
Of course, this is all assuming college. If we're talking high school, then without a doubt the most interesting class (and the best class I took in all of high school) was AP Art. ~tear~ Those were the good ol' days...
The good thing about working for a church is that the day after a wedding... you get free food!
Also good is the fact that you make excellent money just to sing. Imagine how much money I'd make if people paid me to sing in my car. Also good is that after several months of doing this, my sight-singing has improved tremendously. (This might've been more useful my freshman and sophomore years of college, where I had to take classes in sight-singing. Oh well.)
I'm bored in a weird way. I should study, but I don't feel like it--and I'm about to sit at a library for four hours, so I can probably get some studying done there. Mostly I'm in a mood to listen to depressing music and nap! Napping, alas, is not an option. Colin Hay's "I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You" seems to be doing the trick in the depressing music category.
Ugh. When you were little and bored in this somewhat-down sort of way, you could just knock on your neighbor's door and ask if your friend could come out and play. What's the adult equivalent of that? (Probably alcohol.) Someone come play with me!
I turn to cake for comfort!
Some of the stuff in this entry is a long time coming. I'll try not to make it a novel (partially because I know you don't want to read my detailed explanations of everything that's happened to me in the past month, and partially because I should be reading right now).
I really doubt my trip to California could have been any better. Brian and I spent the entire trip being lazy, watching movies, cuddling to the point of excess, eating beyond the point of excess, and doing all those little things you miss so much when you live so far apart. Though I enjoyed all this doing-nothingness endlessly, by far the highlight of the trip was a day-trip to San Diego!
I'm on a downward spiral of tired, so it's doubtful this post will contain any form of wittiness. Or coherence, for that matter. My day, broken down, went a little like this:
11:45am (PT) - After embarrassing myself by crying in front of lots of people, I board the plane and leave Ontario, CA, supposedly to arrive in Dallas/Fort-Worth at 4:35 (CT).
4:50 (CT) - Land in Lubbock, TX, thanks to a storm over Dallas. Two other airports have already filled with planes detoured away from Dallas.
6:00-6:30 (CT) - Leave Lubbock, lamenting the fact that my connecting flight was at 5:30 (and should've gotten me home a little after 7:00).
7:05 (CT) - Arrive in Dallas. Wait for gate in which to park plane.
7:30 (CT) - Disembark. Discover flight has conveniently been delayed to 7:50!
7:40 (CT) - Flight delayed till 8:00.
7:50 (CT) - More storms! Flight delayed till 8:30.
8:00 (CT) - Flight delayed till 8:45.
8:25 (CT) - Hear confirmation of rumor that crew is, in fact, stuck in Oklahoma City.
8:35 (CT) - Flight delayed till 10:00. Vow to stop checking board.
8:45 (CT) - Flight canceled. Due to annoyance, concern, worry (summer classes start at 8:00 Tuesday morning, not to mention the whole first-day-working-at-the-library), and general depressed-ness, stop taking such detailed notes.
10:00 (CT) - Miraculously secure flight to Atlanta! (Otherwise wouldn't have been able to leave Dallas until 8:15 the next night). Except flight is already boarding. And it's 25 gates away.
10:01 (CT) - Discover that action-movie-like running to gate only works in action movies and makes ordinary people feel like shit. Power walk instead.
10:06 (CT) - After arriving at the gate literally a minute or less before they called my name (I was a standby), board plane. Thank lucky stars. Hug self.
1:00-ish (ET) - Arrive in Atlanta.
1:30-ish (ET) - Picked up by very loving, generous, caring parents, who spent roughly ten hours and 450 miles to try and pick me up from some airport somewhere.
3:30 (CT) - Arrive back in hometown, take parents' car so they can sleep, drive myself the final hour home to school.
4:30 (CT) - Arrive back at school. Class is at 8:00.
I'm not complaining too much, because I honestly thought I would have to miss the first day of class and work and stay overnight in an overcrowded airport. Lots of people were not as lucky as me and are probably still there.
But I must complain about this:
I have no luggage.
Which is made worse by the fact that:
The douche lady in Ontario neglected to give me a luggage claim ticket, and the Idiot Joie forgot to check to see if she had given me one.
Which means that for an indefinite amount of time:
I mostly have no jeans, bras, cell phone charger, retainer, hairbrush, and other things I feel certain I will discover and have a nervous breakdown about within the day.
Now it's almost 5:00, I have to get up in two fucking hours, and I've left my car unlocked with the keys in it in the parking lot (I have but a car charger for my phone!). I'm a cranky, cranky gal. But at least I'm not stuck in a friggin' airport.
The final straw: I go to post this, and get this message from Vox: "An error occurred. Your post could not be saved."
Thank you, Vox. I see you've merged with the weather and American Airlines.
Best Surprise Ever: The boyfriend, who was supposed to work from 5:00pm till close on my last night in town, bursts unexpectedly through the door at 5:11, five minutes after evilly texting me about how busy the restaurant was.
[insert girly squeal!]
