My dad thinks he’s drunk. My mom thinks he’s on muscle relaxers. I say crack. And, also, I think I’m going to start using, “And then the COLD FRONT CAME THROUGH!” as some sort of indication that something has gone horribly amiss.
Click here, scroll down a tiny bit a click the Play button on the player to the right of the page.
Edit: Apparently, Accuweather likes to severely disappoint me by changing their videos after midnight every night. I’ve actually emailed them to see if they have archives, ’cause this is definitely my favorite video right now…
Filed under: Personal, school | Tags: ballet, break, chemistry, Christmas, God, me, Michigan, phone, trust, update, winter
♣ Jens and I are writing a book. It shall be amazing.
♣ I was going to Michigan for part of winter break. Now I’m not.
♣ I should undoubtedly be studying for chemistry right now.
♣ My ballet recital was less than perfect. But my friends and family still love me, anyway.
♣ I miss getting letters in the mail.
♣ I have finally found jeans that fit me properly. No more baggy-thighed bootcuts…I found some magical brand that offers a skinny bootcut…just what I needed, since, according to blue jeans manufacturers, my thighs are proportionally whacked out.
♣ I have discovered that, no matter how well you research and plan, sending iced cupcakes through the United States Postal Service may not turn out the way you want it to.
♣ I’m getting a new phone.
♣ I am coming to terms with the fact that I don’t get to see what’s happening behind the scenes in my life. And…I think that’s okay, because it forces a greater trust of God than knowing everything about what’s going on.
♣ I have one more day of the semester. I think I will spend the break cowriting books and filming pseudo documentaries. And watching lots of Christmas movies. And praying more. And maybe setting goals. I like goals.
Filed under: school | Tags: ballet, chemistry, end of the semester, panic, school, study
I have…
118 hours to cram as many chemistry facts in my brain as possible
23 hours to get a dance perfect
6 hours to learn how to put fake eyelashes on
and
Approximately 2 hours before I break down and start crying because none of the above is happening.
Happy end of the semester, everyone!
EDIT: Typically, when I’m this stressed out about a class, I calculate the lowest grade I can make on the final and still pass. In this case, if I get a 55, I’ll still have a B. I’m slightly less stressed now.
