Perfect Day

So yesterday, I was such a good girl after I got home from work. I tidied up the house, I practiced violin, I read my scriptures, washed some dishes, was kind to my husband, and didn't lose my temper at some inanimate object or get cranky and tired at all! I even wrote in my journal, and I didn't touch the computer once. And I enjoyed it!
Oh, if all weeknights could be like that.
But there is one thing missing from this equation: homework
D:
(Well, ok, three, I didn't cook dinner, that was Matt, and I didn't wear my retainers either. I hate retainers :P)
So, this is pretty much what I should be doing, everyday, if I want to live a balanced and responsible life (oh, did I mention I need a social life, too?) which makes me want to say...
When's it going to be the weekend?

Why Japantown Rules

This picture pwns.

Even if I did forget to do the peace signs. :3
I have a cool husband.

Tired

There's a Facebook app that calculates which words you use most in your status. My number one word was "tired." Tired? Who, me? No, never! Hah. Serious, I'm like a narcoleptic narco-phile narc-everything else (excluding narc-otics and narco-phobia). I used to sleep in and miss my 1pm classes. I'm tired when I'm sleep deprived, when I sleep too much, when I'm frustrated, sad, stressed, or have a full and content stomach. Sleepy sleepy sleep. Then I get mad at myself for wasting my life because soon I'm going to wake up fat wrinkly and balding and have trouble sleeping and then life will suck because my body will be hurting all the time and my children will have left me.

Gosh, I'm so positive.

All I can say is going from sleeping in until 10am (California time) to waking up at 5:40am (Utah time) the next day was not a good idea. I'm still adjusting. My eyes were watering up at work and the custodians didn't even have to spill ammonia this time.

Semester looks manageable, though. Two easy classes, two hard classes, two work days during the week.

I had my Levinas class today. There were two English teachers sitting in, one history major, and an English major who kept speaking Chinese to me. Husband and I have determined he must be a n00b RM.

I don't think I'll drop any classes, which, I am proud to say, makes me a full-time student again. Graduation, here I come... next year! :D

Escape

During the holidays, Union Square is swarmed with people not really there for the shopping but mostly there for the experience. I just noticed this year how many of those people are from out of town. It's nice, though, how girls will dress up in fancy clothes and run along laughing with a sense of wonder, like the whole place is magical and they're along for the ride.

Let's never forget how this place is magical, how the world is magical.

I keep deleting and trying to forget about the emails I'm getting that remind me to pay my tuition.
School is repulsive.

Long Awaited

I made Berry Blue Jello the other day, mixed with cool whip, and it looked like the ocean.


You have no idea how long I've wanted to post this. XD;

Snow Day

I think the biggest problem I have with snow is the fact that I can't play in it.
Like today:
Oh look, it snowed!
... Too bad, I have to brush all of it off the car, crawl along at 2/3 the speed limit, and try and make it to school in 4 minutes.
Yeah, not happening.
I'm rather proud of myself, though, given the fact that I slept in, for one, and then took a shower, ran out of the house with my hair still wet and my jacket unzipped, wearing sneakers, walked across an unshoveled sidewalk, brushed the snow off the car, and still didn't freeze. I feel like a tough girl now. My Bay Area weather-pansy-ness has worn off (maybe?).
I'm still sad we never get to see snowflakes here, though. I wonder what makes there be snowflakes in one kind of snow and not in another? Here, I never see any. That one time my family's car broke down in Tahoe after skiing, I remember looking at all the snowflakes that were sticking to the window and being thoroughly entertained.
Last night me and the Husband went for a drive through the rich people part of town to look at the lights. This one guy had a whole cascade of giant snowflakes made of Christmas lights hanging over his front door. It was pretty amazing.

Clicky Heels

I wore heels to school today. Yes, me, miss all-about-comfort, won't even wear a suit jacket or peacoat because they feel restrictive like straitjackets. I wore heels.
They are the only things that make me tall enough so that the Seven jeans my sister gave me (wish I was stylish like her) don't drag on the ground. I don't have a sewing machine so I can't hem it. I haven't showered and need to compensate for it. Thus, heels.
My heels make clicky noises in the hallways at school. I remember always hating clicky heels when I was in middle school and high school because it always made me sound old. Kids turn around in the hall and think you're a teacher when they hear clicky heels. Teachers are old. I didn't want to sound old.
But now, I am a year away from graduation. Walking down the halls now, I don't feel ashamed of my clicky heels. 20 isn't old, and if it is, that's what I am. Growing old gracefully means gracefully growing into clicky heels. I think I have grown into my clicky heels.