"I could've been swarmed in my underwear."

The title comes from Pushing Daisies. The word "swarm" simply speaks to me right now, as I feel that my brain is being swarmed by stressful occurrences and pressures that I need to take care of in the near future. Also, I wanted to use a Pushing Daisies quote as the title and this was one of the shorter ones that I pulled out.

If you're starting to think I'm losing my grip, no worries, you're not the only one.

It's the beginning of a new semester, this one being Spring 2010, so normally I would not be that stressed out. Usually that sort of thing waits until the work has piled up a bit and I'm swamped. However, I'm now in the spring semester of my junior year in college, which to me appears to correspond with the spring of my junior year in high school. I need to start planning for more than my next day or week. Shit's about to get real.

Before I panic, I think it's time to look at what is going on immediately.

I've now attended all of my classes at least once.

These include:
Children's and Young Adult Literature
America Between the Wars
Age of Napoleon
Major Authors: Dante

They all seem to be pretty good. I can't tell what's going to happen with my Dante class though, it's way different than any other class I've ever had here. Which makes me a little uneasy when I see that it has found its way under the "Literature Electives" portion of my degree evaluation, rather than the "Major Authors" or "Pre-1800s Literature" like it was supposed to. Major Authors: Chaucer is still snugly in its spot, which is fine, but Dante is supposed to bump that one or shift into "Pre-1800s". I hope that this all will be fixed soon.

I looked at the history summer scholarship program. It's a lot of work. It's due in a little over a month.

I have to start looking into internships. I tried when I had a mild freak out over winter break, but I simply feel that the internet is too big of a place to start. Things did not go well and I ended up watching Hey Arnold and trying to recapture the essence of my childhood so I didn't think about my future.

I've at least put together a short(ish) list of questions that I can ask an advisor-type person about grad schools and internships. I've since given myself a right headache from stress (and probably slight dehydration) and I would now appreciate some tea to fix said headache.

The good thing about today is that eventually we're going to go out and get some McDonald's apple pies. Pushing Daisies has made me want pie, and McDonald's is the closest I'm going to get to warm apple pie. I'll take it. And this way, I can repay Kt one apple pie.

Winter break went well. We did not in fact go to Canada or upstate New York to gamble on New Year's Eve, instead choosing to have a low-key(ish) party at K's house. One of the best things to come out of that night was definitely "I suggest-NO I SUGGEST, that you collect yo' feathas." The next day we slept over my house with a lot of guitar hero/Beatles Rock Band-ing. Before the Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame Annex in the Village closed, Kt, C, and I paid a visit. It was pretty awesome. I enjoyed the exhibits, including the room which played bits of songs and lit up people's autographs. I'm not going to lie, pretty colors can attract my attention quite well.

The week before K left for Ireland (which encompassed most of the above now that I think about it) continued to be good. Both the diner trip and trip to iHop on C's birthday were fun, in very different ways. One of my favorite parts of that was when the waitress at LSD was walking away and K just said, "You're the BEST." This made the waitress laugh all the way to the kitchen. I found it to be awesome.

It sucked to see K leave, especially because she isn't coming back for six months (I guess closer to five at this point). C and I were kind of useless right after she left, which prompted madre to offer to bring us somewhere for dinner. That would be how we ended up at Jose Tejas, which was always a source of fascination for me when I was younger. We proceeded to go to Kt's house after that, which was good because otherwise we probably would have continued to sit in my house uselessly.

I read and watched a lot of television a lot after that. I also saw A a bunch of times, which was nice. I hadn't seen her in a loooooong time before then. It's good to know that there are some people who are no longer a part of this "group" (that doesn't really exist to my knowledge) that are still speaking to me.

The weekend before I went back to school I spent at Kt's house. Well, Saturday into Sunday at least. On Saturday we started organizing her family's bookshelves and spent seven hours in a diner with H and S, which was pretty sweet. I love the specific brand of New Jersey Accomplishments that just happen. On Sunday, we went to go see In the Heights with her mom and sister. It was awesome. The only drawback to that day was the rain, which made walking around in the city kind of gross (and dangerous when you think about the amount of umbrellas that exist in that place on any given rainy day). We went to Ellen's Stardust Diner for lunch and Qdoba for dinner, then proceeded to finish organizing the bookshelves and eat some delicious dessert made by her mom. It was a good time, which made me not want to leave that night so I could go pack up and move back in at school.

I'm now all moved back in and in the midst of the semester already, as can be seen from the previous ramblings. I don't think I normally ramble on this much in this venue, but I'm stuck in the tutor center for another half hour and I'm becoming quite hungry. I would like to leave, eat dinner, and possibly just lay in my bed until Kt gets back from class and we resume bitching about the passive aggressive incident that just occurred.

Twenty-five minutes left. I'm hoping it goes fast.





Olive: Musing on the idea of setting someone on fire doesn't mean you really want to set them on fire, it's just the thought of it that makes you happy, but only for a second and then you feel bad, but that second can be a lot of fun!