oh...crap...

"You made a horrible error!"*

I tried out this new template that was really, really awesome yesterday, but...it wasn't compatible (actually I'm just not computer/html/blogging smartsy enough to figure it out) with my blogroll/photos/other random stuff I have on the sidebar of my blog, so I switched it back. In the process, however, it got rid of all my widgets, so I had to start my blogroll over...and...I don't remember the urls to all of your blogs! So if you were on my blogroll before (or if you want to be now, haha) post a comment so I can find your blog, or send me your url. Thanks pals!

*If you know what that's from, you're my new best friend. :)

Confession:

I have been such a slacker this semester.

*gasp*shock*horror*how?!*

Can we say sophomore slump?
Umm...yes.
But...I've been having so much fun, and I'll put my heart and soul into academics next fall just like old times, so I'm inclined to say it's worth it.

Spring just makes me so much happier. and not having to worry about tuition takes the pressure off just a tad.
That's all. :)

P.S. I'm really into small font side notes right now. Annddd...I'm looking for an easy to implement 3 column blog template, so if you know of where I can find one...that'd be awesome.

run, run...fast, fast...cha, cha, chachi!

Today I love:

picnics
"Arrested Development"
Rockband
study parties
daffodils blooming by the ramp
getting good test scores for the first time in a long time
rocking Dashboard songs

We toasted with apple mocktinis yesterday:
"May we be lucky all year long!"

So far, so good.

Something to work on:

"Life is good, if we live in such a way to make it so.' . . . 'A good life' comes as a result of the way we do things, of the words we choose to say, and even of the kind of thoughts we choose to have. . . . . . . 'Wanting to' is the determining factor which leads us to lay hold upon the word of God and be happy. Perseverance in making correct decisions is what leads us to happiness."

-Benjamin de Hoyos of the Seventy

Mouthwash

Nationals was awesome, as usual. :)
No tears this year, so that's always a plus.
I got a ballroom scholarship (!!!) so I won't have to pay tuition next year even if I do end up losing my academic scholarship this semester. Whew....

I don't even know what to write right now. I think I've got a glimmer of a something to say, but I can't get it all straightened out in my head (maybe because I can't or because I'm in denial, I don't know).

HESI[FREAKING]TATION just might kill me. That's all I'm saying.

I heart Ender:

"There was a stab of insight there. Ender caught it and then it immediately slipped away.
-Well, if it's true, then I'll think of it again."

Ender in Exile by Orson Scott Card

I hope I can just think of it in the first place.

Sneak Preview

My {new} latin dress.

That I'll be wearing {tomorrow night} at 8 PM

at {nationals}.

You all should {come} ;)

That was supposed to be much more enjoyable

Sometimes I'm glad that dreams are just dreams.
I don't really remember what my rational was when I decided this morning to sleep through religion. Was it worth it? Ummm...nope. I spent the next hour dreaming with a feeling of total creepiness and darkness. It wasn't even that anything really scary happened, everything just felt so off and unsettling...I was babysitting Meg's Russian cousins (pretty sure she doesn't have any...)while they moved all of their stuff into an elevator in the dance building on campus so they could move here, but no one was coming back so I could leave and go to lunch with Kim and Jordan, and then I was rushing to a ballroom comp at some high school where it was like small groups competiting on the floor at the same time (one guy and two girls, three girls together, etc). Our event was coming up, so I ran to get changed into the black latin dress I'm going to buy, but I couldn't decide which fishnets to put on- black or caramel? Then I realized the window was wide open, there were no blinds, and some guy with a camera was sitting in his car. I went somewhere else to get changed and realized I needed to go to my car, which when I got to it had some creepo guy in it who told me I had a nice car (well that's for surely a lie, I love my car and all, but it's like 10 years old), and then told me he was taking it. So I grabbed my coat and math book (I'm not taking math) from the front seat and watched him drive away. I went to tell my parents and they were basically like, "Hmmm, that's too bad." Then, I was someplace with arches that was supposed to be the chemistry building and I was handed a white envelope (that looked exactly like one of those dance scholarship envelopes) that told me I got a chemistry scholarship and that I got a locker on campus in some building I'd never heard of. That was happy and all until I found out my friend got one too, but not for as much, and she kept asking me how much mine was, and I didn't want to tell her because I didn't want her to feel bad...
And I wrote this immediately upon waking.
Apparently I am:
afraid of being locked into responsibilities
anxious about nationals and fishnets
worried about my car
nervous about scholarships

Hmm. Pretty much sums it up.

just kidding. I'm not that worried about my car. The fishnets though, that decision is freaking me out.

whooooosssshhhh....

in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman

whistles       far         and wee --

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far       and         wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's
spring
and
      the

              goat-footed

balloonMan         whistles
far
                              and
              wee

-ee cummings