Going home

So I'm sitting in the Denver airport. My flight from Salt Lake to DFW has a layover here, so I'm here for an hour or so. Fun fact: I threw up on the plane here. I made it to the bathroom, so I didn't have to use the barf bag in front of everyone. First time I've ever thrown up on a plane. And you definitely wanted to know that.

Most of my finals went well. Ended up with A's in a few classes. Awesome. I found out that after next semester, I will have enough credits to make me a junior. Rad.

Brad and I are going to eat at Freebirds on Saturday with the missionaries. This is the longest I've gone without seeing him. Definitely looking forward to tonight.

Thank you Douglass Adams

(This is more of a note to myself than anything else...)

Today: Work 8-12; study for bio final; take bio final; read and annotate 2 anthro articles; finish citations for 1st anthro paper; study for philo final (proofs, venn diagrams, truth tables); finish rel 261 study guide; pack stuff to mail home UPS; laundry; study for hepe final; go to post office; pack

Saturday: Take hepe final; read and annotate 1 anthro article; start 2nd anthro paper; go over stdev study guide; study for philo final (history and vocab); Go to UPS; pack

Sunday: Church 10:40-1:30; study for bom final; study for rel 261 final; work on anthro paper; pack

Monday: Take stdev final (11 AM in classroom); take rel 261 final; finish anthro paper; turn in both anthro papers; study for philo final; study for bom final; pack

Tuesday: Take philo final (7 PM in classroom); work 8-10:45; pack and clean

Wednesday: Take bom final (11 AM in classroom); pack and clean; anthro papers due at 5; check out

Thursday: GO HOME

General to do: Ask RA about when/how I should check out; buy smaller box to mail home; buy packing tape; make sure I'm being picked up Thursday morning; finish resume to apply for jobs; don't panic

So...

I've come to the realization that the reason why the whole cereal thing is so upsetting to me is because I'm surrounded by people who honestly don't give a damn about me. The cereal was just, as they say, the straw that broke the camel's back.

Fall classes

So for the first time in 3 semesters, I got all of the classes I need. Radfreakingtastic.

Math 112H - Honors Calculus I, MTWThF, 10:00 am - 10:50 am
Phil 201 - History of Philosophy I, MWF, 11:00 am - 11:50 am
Math 190 - Fundamentals of Mathematics, MWF, 12:00 pm - 12:50 pm
Phil 305 - Predicate Logic, MWF, 4:00 pm-4:50 pm
Rel A 211 - New Testament, TTh, 9:00 am - 9:50 am
Ws 392R - Women's Studies Colloquium, Th, 12:00 pm - 12:50 pm
Music 311R - University Chorale, TTh, 4:00 pm - 5:30 pm

General rantings

So I went to the grocery store Thursday night and bought a box of cereal big enough to last me the rest of the semester (we have about a week and a half left). I had a bowl of cereal Friday morning, Monday morning, and this morning. I came home from class today to find about 5 pieces cereal left left.

All 3 of my roommates responded with, "I only had a little bit!"

1) It's my cereal. I bought it. Even a little bit is too much for you to have. Especially without asking.

2) All 3 of you eating a little bit adds up to ALL OF IT BEING GONE

It's snowing today, so if I want to eat breakfast tomorrow, I get to walk 15 minutes to Albertson's to buy more. And cereal is expensive.

Dear roommates,

I really appreciate you feeling entitled to my food. It just gives me the warm fuzzies knowing that someone is using something I walked to the store and bought. I just love the fact that now, I get to buy more cereal. I'm walking to the store spending money when I shouldn't have to. Thanks for doing the polite thing and accusing me of overreacting when you were the ones who ate my food, rather than offering to buy me more.

Love you guys! I'm really gunna miss you this summer.

Burn and rot.

Love, Shelley

Inevitably

Since this is my last Monday working at the Student Health Center, of course I would be put by myself for an hour at Urgent Care reception (On a Monday morning), of course 15 people would check in in the first 20 minutes, and of course my computer would decide to stop working.

2 more days of class and 4 more days of work. 6 finals and 2 papers. Then I'll be home.

Usual Saturday

Yesterday morning I woke up with the motivation to get an early start on studying for finals. I made a list of everything I wanted to study, put everything I needed in my backpack, and walked to campus. I went to the 1st floor of the HBLL, found a secluded corner, spread out my materials, and proceeded to play Sudoku for half an hour. I then packed up, decided to take a break and go to Subway, and come back to study. I walked to Subway, and they were out of bread. Rather than go back to study, I got on the bus and went home.

I did nothing productive in the least bit yesterday.

Just thought you should know...

Haagen Dazs chocolate peanut butter ice cream is SO GOOD.

The next 5 years

So I'm petitioning to double major this fall in philosophy and mathematics with a minor in women's studies.

I'm weirded out/excited.

Bad things for good things

So as I was walking to work this morning, I realized how that particular task is something that I do not enjoy, even in the least bit. If it were entirely up to me, I would not wake up at 5:45 am, walk a mile uphill to work in the cold, then get yelled at by sick college kids and their moms for 4 hours. So why do I do it?

Oh yeah, so I can get paid. There's incentive.

Brad and I have a picnic planned for the Saturday after I get home. We're going to Spiral Diner (best vegan/organic food you'll ever have in your life), getting a Hot Hummus Wrap and Savory Seitan Wrap, going to this park we always go to (not so much a park as it is a bunch of trees and a lake), eating the massive amounts of deliciousness, then taking a nap. I really can't think of any better thing to do when I get home.

2 more weeks, and I'll be on my way to the Salt Lake airport. This time tonight in 2 weeks, I'll probably be hanging out with Brad and my family.

Sometimes going through all the bad crap makes the good stuff seem so much better.

Stuck

I'm stuck in between who I used to be and who I'm trying to be (or maybe inevitably going to be despite my attempts to either go towards or stay away from). Who I am isn't simply such in itself. I'm not anything right now.