The first was walking in to babysit my cousins and being applauded by the infant Luciana Mercedes. A baby looking at YOU and clapping at YOU is quite possibly the greatest thing ever. It fills one with fluffy clouds of happy.
The other was going to theatre and being asked by one why I wasn’t playing Cinderella. Oh my gosh, more like why do you insist upon making my day?! Thanks, kid.
Children really do fulfill that need I have to be crazy and be something else besides me that I probably developed thanks to years of four word skits. In one babysitting session, I can be a monster, a pretend cook, a real cook, a pro dancer/singer, a guest over for tea, a daytime sleepover buddy, a dog, a DINOSAUR (my favorite), a zebra (her favorite), and pretty much the most hilarious person ever. To her, at least.
Speaking of hilarious, the quote of the day is from Nick. He said to me, “I really, really hate your life.” And I laughed because it seemed like something a typical sitcom character would totally say. Cue laugh reel! “bahahahahahahamergeintoapplause.”
I must say, though I don’t agree with him now, I might tomorrow during ANOTHER 8 hour shift. Rawr. This is me documenting that if you come in tomorrow, you just might wind up with pesto cavatappi on your head. Because I am serving and not cashiering for the first time tomorrow. Look out!
At least I haven’t started a fire yet. Or melted all of the ice cream with my foot. I did give a customer his money back with his change though! My trainer loved that, NAHT. She’s fun.
I’ve realized that when people are assuring me that I’m normal is when I feel the most weird. Perhaps because it’s only when you’re acting funny do people feel obliged to be all “oh no honey you fine!” Yep, I fine. That right.
I really. really. really. really. really miss school.
If I told my past self that, I would tell myself that I was high.
Oh and Tory finally came to LG! She gives me good reason to stay up late. Lots of it. And I’m a baby, as you know, so it’s impressive. I’m truly thankful she did not get swept away by that tornado.
Pooh man, it’s late and I got work at 6. Which is why I had to leave the concert so early, but it was still awesome. No more scribbles from me for now. Gnight!
“I do pencil as little as possible, just enough to get the heights and the space right. But I draw the faces with the pen when I’m doing it. Because you want that spontaneity, you don’t want to be just following the pencil line.”—Schulz (via peanutscomics)
I noticed this week that, for the first time ever, I checked my grades on a regular basis rather than hiding under the computer desk until one of my friends texted me the "whatchaget? whatchaget?" urging me out of my nook at long last to my doom.
Yes, this semester rendered me a freak! But only because it was the first time I felt I did well!
I’ve been checking all day despite the fact that they weren’t supposed to be posted until midnight tonight, and lo! They were posted two hours early!
Mixed in with the wonderfulness that stared me in the face was a bathtub of irony. About two months ago, I cowered in the seat across from my advisor as we planned my Fall 2011 schedule together. How could I even think of the future, I thought, when I’m drowning in the present that is me failing EVERYTHING?? When all was done, I got the much-obliged “are there any more questions?” thing from him of which I usually took care not to take advantage. This time, however, I did.
"Uh, just one. I was wondering if I could drop a class."
He stared, then adjusted his spectacles. ”That is a very serious thing to do, especially as we draw nearer to the deadline here. Which in particular?”
"The lab too?"
He flipped through his binder. “My, that’s three-plus-one hours you’re knocking off there. You would be—”
"Under hours, yeah. But, I am willing to take a half-semester, gen-ed class in its place."
"Actually, seeing as most of those are two-hours, you would have to take two half-semesters."
"I know. I mean, I’ll need those classes eventually anyway."
He flipped some more, and then leaned back in his chair. “Well, now. Just how bad is it?”
"No, just—" What facts could I tell this guy? That I had not absorbed so much as a drop of the coursework since day one? That I had been brutally copying everything I could get my hands on? That I sat back helplessly and watched as my genius lab partner connected node after node? That I convinced my short-lived boyfriend to give me everything he owned from when he took the course the past semester, even going so far as to scourge his room like an FBI agent’s animal while he was away? Nope. Better keep it vague. "I might be soon. I’m not getting it. Electronics was always a grey area for me." There, now I can’t get arrested.
"Well, you have to take the course eventually. Ah, don’t take it over the summer," he added as I opened my mouth to speak. "You already had a lab-class over last summer, I’m sure you don’t want to do that again." I hated him for being right. "Push through for the next two weeks, email me, and keep me updated. If that’s all, then until next time!"
Fast forward past panic, vigorous studying, and low self esteem.
Purely for documentation, people. Oh, and also for the fact that I feel awesome.
Electronic Circuits: A
Electronic Circuits Lab: B+
Intro Differential Equations: B
Introductory Dynamics: A-
Introductory Solid Mechanics: A-
MY FIRST SOLID A IN COLLEGE. EVER. IN THE CLASS I WAS SERIOUSLY GOING TO DROP. IT WAS IN TALKS. And now it’s an A.
To add to how annoying this all sounds, I would just like to thank me, Harry, ValCandyClaire, and the professor without whom I would not be convinced to NEVER attend lecture due to his unyielding spreading of boredom and incomprehensible Asian accent. Didn’t attend office hours either. Huh. Don’t follow me. I studied, man.
Oh, and the other grades ain’t so bad either. =] Especially considering that, well, I thought I was gonna fail the last two on the list.
It’s funny— DiffyQ, the class I deemed an “easy A” at the start of the semester, wound up landing me the lowest grade. On that note… how on Earth did I wind up getting an A in ECE but a B+ in the ECE lab? I ask you! Life is funny, huh?
Braces off early. Awesome! Smooth sailing from here on in, yes?
Nope! MY life, remember?
The retainer company confused my teeth mold with a ten-year-old’s, or something. So now I have to wait like FIVE MORE YEARS (weeks) to get the retainer in, probably just enough time for my teeth to return to their original dignified state. Knowing this, by our next meeting, you’ll have nothing new to see. But hey, it’ll be like old times! Of crookedness, yes, but it doesn’t matter because I get to see everyone!
And cause my teeth will be perfect. Someday. Believe me. I made the poor ortho receptionist promise me over ten times while I was throwing a hissy fit over the phone.
Yes I just copied that from my facebook post on Zoey’s wall out of laziness. So shoot me.
Titanic and Godspell are currently on at the same time. On channels next to each other, no less! Each starring him.
It’s certainly the most interesting transformation I’ve ever undergone, and the simplest, considering I just have to press the channel up/down button to go from
And I must say, I still get chills every time I watch the very end of “All For the Best,” where all the characters are dancing on top of the still-under-construction Twin Towers of New York City. It’s just so insane, to think it’s been almost a decade now!
Oh, and Happy Easter! I have 14 INSOMNIA COOKIES to add to my ALREADY CRAZY BIG candy supply! Oh my goodness gracious. I suppose it’s alright just this once, since it is finals era, after all.