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| I'm bored, so I figured I'd update for whoever reads this still.
Anyway, classes are going great. I've already had my first soc. test...97.73-ish. Woot. It's actually a really interesting class, and the professor's cool. My music therapy class totally kicked my butt this past week, but things should calm down a lil this week. I need to work on guitar like mad b/c I have to play a song written after 1990 for class on Tuesday and record 30 mins of guitar/voice improv for class on Thursday. I'm gunna play "Wake Me Up When September Ends" for class. It's all tab which I haven't really read that much, but it's not that bad...I just need to drill (and sing) like mad.
I'm on my way to being a certified Starbucks barista! Yay! I didn't quit Target...just moved around. I was so sick of the sales floor, and I was ready to try something new anyway. It's so much fun. There are drinks I make all the time, like the Pumpkin Spice Latte and the Caramel Macchiato. I'm definatly still learning though, and I need to reference the drink manual ever so often. I accidentally put espresso shots in a lady's Chai Tea Latte (I saw "latte" and was like, I'm so all over this one!). Thankfully she came back, and we remade it. She totally understood and accepted my dozen apologies. Next week makes me nervous because I'm closing by myself on Wednesday. I had Alicia write out how to make the frappuchino bases, and Janet's going to have a closing checklist by the register for me.
Michigan fooball is insane right now! I hope they can win w/o Mario tomorrow. Their defense is incredible. I haven't been to a hockey game yet, but they've won both their exhibitions. It won't be another couple of weeks until I can make it to one. And how 'bout those Tigers?!? MLB had to move the game today to 4:30 because of the threat of snow (eww). I, however, would not mind a Michigan football game in the snow. How sweet would it be if the UM/OSU game next year had snow? Talk about insane! | | |
| I'm in a poopy mood. Maybe it's cause Josh left this morning. Maybe cause a year later, I can't find my Furman diploma (though I am halfway through cleaning my room, and my mom swears it's in there). Maybe it's cause I realized how much I've lost touch with the SAIs at Furman. I'm gunna be self-centered here for a minute...I haven't heard from *any* of the sisters about my wedding. It's like...while I was there...everyone wanted to know all about it. Now, no one gives a damn. Yeah, I graduated and am no where near Greenville, but these girls were my life for 3 1/2 years. There have been other sister weddings where sisters have communicated about going and gone, but nada for mine. I said I didn't need to know right away, so maybe that's my fault because I don't like to be pushy like that. But when I gave the announcement to the Alphas, Shannon practically bowled me over for information (she and her fiance are coming down from A2). Several of the sisters going to convention want to, but can't afford 2 trips 3 weeks apart, which is totally understandable. The invitations are going out this weekend, so maybe I should send emails to both chapters and the MT gals. Then again, maybe I just need to sleep on it. | | |
| Wow, I suck at keeping up with this thing. Let's see...
I'm back home in Charleston. It's going to really take some getting used to because mom stays with Nanny until Uncle Larry comes once a month (a la this weekend), the house is a freakin mess, and I get to start work again. This time though, I'm going to be backroom certified...meaning I'll work 4am-12:30 in the afternoon. This has many benefits, including:
~an extra 50 cents/hour for overnight
~every afternoon is free
~a 40 hour week (with possibility for overtime)
~not putting up with the morons of Charleston
So I might not have a life after 8pm...for almost $600 a paycheck, it's worth it. Mom and I need to join forces to clean this place up by the end of July. She wants to tear up some of the carpet and put the snap-lock wood flooring in. I don't know how we're gunna get it done by then. At least I've started tackling my own room. I put all the Precious Moments I own (with the exception of the 6 or 7 I had in my apartment) in my cabinet...damn I have a lot.
Having watched the decline of Grandpa and the state of Nanny, I've come to realize that life really is a circle. I mean, when you're born, you're helpless, and everyone does everything for you. You get older and become self-sufficient. Then, as you age, you become that helpless child again. It's really eye opening.
Fuckin Pistons lost. Go Mavs. | | |
| Ok, so what had happened was...I got all my in-class points. However, all of my skills were changed to 50s to "reflect concern over my vocal/guitar skills".
Funny thing though...I got an A- in advanced voice. So I don't have a 4.0 anymore...I have a 3.95...big deal. I'm gettin a B+ in 221, so that'll drop it to 3.9-ish. That doesn't include the 223 grade (most likely an A or A-), the 305 grade (A- or B+), or my 227 improv grade (A or A-). Any way you look at it, it's a hell of a lot higher than Furman. The sad thing is that since I'm in limbo (not getting a degree), it doesn't count towards anything unless I apply to grad school (which will happen eventually).
I have to do my improv final. Maybe leisure reading (gasp!). But...right now...at this very moment...I have to pee. | | |
| Being pissed makes one's face hurt.
I'm over it...if he wants to be a bitter old SENIOR, that's fine by me. I have Mrs. J next year.  | | |
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