Today was something of a busy/hectic/crazy day. Did I ever mention that I don't like playing receptionist? Seems like that's part of my new on-campus job now. Ah, well, I did say I wanted to help . . .
I kinda dread tomorrow, though for the most part, I haven't had time to think about it. Or, mebbe it's just best to say that I've been doing a good job keeping it out of my head. What's going on tomorrow, you ask? Well, see, my family's holding a "surprise" birthday party for me at my grandparents' . . . and it's obviously not a surprise since I know about it. My family was never good at keeping surprises, anyhow, but still . . . I'm still more or less somewhat introverted (in real life, anyhow, not on the Net), and I don't do big parties, especially when I'm the one the party's for. Argh. I know, I only turn 21 once . . . still, there's that big "BUT" hangin' there. C'mon, guys, can't we just go out for pizza or have a lil' something that's quieter?
Tonight I got my 'hood that I'll be covering for the semester in Reporting : Hayes Valley. It's to the west of City Hall, which should be interesting, to say the least. And I'm pretty excited about it . . .
Just one thing afore I go - did you know that Wil Wheaton has his own blog? (In case you don't remember him, he's the guy who played Wesley Crusher on the Star Trek : The Next Generation TV series.)
blog of the week : verbeuse
verse of the week : "finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." philippians 4 : 8
quote of the week : "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we are not really living." - Gail Sheehy
Now this should be quite an experience for me . . . I've never had to worry about stocking up on food on a weekly basis 'til now, since I have my own kitchen and all. This should be, um, interesting at the least. (Note to self : go shopping for food tomorrow!)
My schedule is going to be something else to get used to - I have so much free time between my classes, and no classes at all on Mondays and Fridays. Umm, good thing or bad thing? Can't tell just yet . . .
One other habit I'll have to pick up (again) is reading the news, since I have Reporting this semester (keeping track of events in the news is a requirement). Fun, fun, fun . . . (I'll refrain from sarcastic comments on this 'un, for my own good and yours.)
More or less . . . for better or for worse . . . we are back in business.
I haven't fully recuperated, but the storm's pretty much blown over, and I'm halfway there recovery-wise. Yay, me.
Tomorrow is the beginning of a brand new semester, and I only have one class - in the evening! Now how pathetic is that? Well, okay, why'm I complaining? My schedule is going to be pretty loose this semester, if only so I can concentrate on Reporting (the journalism department's own "boot camp") and getting some actual studying done.
For the folks who know me best, I s'pose that would mean less Internet time. And yes, I'm sure that if you know me well, you're saying to yourself, "Mmmmmm-hm, like that's going to last real long. Internet junkie here . . ." Well, ya know what I found out last week? I actually liked spending time away from my computer. (*gasp* Whoa - she does have a life!) I had more time to read, more time to write (not on a word processor, but in an actual notebook), more time to think, more time to pray. And it was FUN.
This page, however, will be maintained on a regular basis; I've found that I like spilling a lot of what's going on in my head over here. Now I've just gotta clean up my archives and few other sections of C.S., and I'm all set. Whoohoo!
She sounds so much like me in this entry (friday), when I first went into the dorms. Chin up, gal, you'll get the hang of this whole college thing real soon!
Still not too ready to pick up a pen and write here. There's so much going on in my head and heart right now, and in my surroundings - things that have both restored and infuriated me. During odd moments I've felt like I'm being torn apart inside. But anyway . . . I had nowhere else to stick this, so I'll put it up here and move it elsewhere later. Enjoy.
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Wow. Am I really going to be turning 21 pretty soon?
I don't care too much for birthdays (to me, it's just another year passing by), buuuut . . . this is my 21st. I guess I do feel a little excited about it - I just hope no one in my family goes overboard with celebrating it come next Monday. I'd probly walk out of my own party and hide out at the mall. Hey, just watch and see if I don't.
Truthfully, besides the whole b-day thing, I really don't have that much motivation to post anything of real substance right now. It's not that I've lost interest in blogging - something's just come up that keeps me from investing any time in this page. I'll be back soon, though. Sooner than even I realize, probly. Just . . . say a lil' prayer for me, will ya? I'd appreciate it a lot.