Glimpse at my future.

Oh yeah, I'm going to be a teacher.

I guess I'm a little frightening. 

I actually told my friend to make this picture so she would be more motivated to do her homework. However, it doesn't work unless you set it as the background of your computer.

I wish I could finish this story.

Here' s a little piece of my writing:            

            In a large empty room with two doors on either side, there was a bulletin board that jutted out awkwardly on the south wall that had no door. It was littered with papers new and old cluttered together yearning for a moment of attention. The air in the room was stale and it hung limp as if it had never been graced with the presence of life.

            The door on the east wall flew open, which caused the abandoned papers to lift in anticipation. A young woman of normal stature and plain features marched into the room carrying a menacing scowl and an ill will for the person behind the opposite door.

            “I can’t believe this!”

            She snatched a stray paper from the board and continued to storm through the stale room. She turned the door knob of the opposite door only to find it locked.

I have about 21 pages of this, but I've become uninspired despite my desire to finish it.  

Schockingly

I used to love this picture and would use it all the time. Oddly enough, I still like it. I look very shocked.

"The Brave Cowboy" Dale Brittain

I just thought everyone would enjoy a nice song from my daddy.

Have a wonderful day,
Anne

Oh the things I could do....

I'm exhausted. I'm hungry. And my brain is fried from all this knowledge my professors keep trying to shove in there. I want it to be summer very badly right now, and I've only been in class three and a half weeks. Yes, I am pathetic.

I just spent the last two days trying to make my blog look all spiffy. It was hard, but I used a whole bunch of layouts and tricks from Cutest Blog on the Block, which is a super fine website.

Oh, I have some hilarious pictures of my mother and I, that I thought I would share, because I truly am a giving person.

Something attracted us to the bling teeth.
It might have been my father pointing them out.
I maintain that my mother is a bad influence on me.

I don't think this is what I signed up for.

I just want you to know that if/when I have a nervous breakdown it was indeed all my fault.

I have spent my beautiful, sunny, mild weekend reading. I don't mean curled up with a good book sipping tea reading ( I adore that), no I mean heavy text book, mundane reading. As a college student, this is not a new phenomenon, but the duration of this studiousness has gotten ridiculous. No one should spend their entire weekend swimming in the dark waters of academia.

I did pick my classes with little regard for my own sanity, so I suppose it's not my place to complain. I still want to though.

It doesn't help that my body is, now after twenty-ish years for the first time, getting the proper number of calories (instead of excessively more). I'm hungry, tired, and overworked. Bring on Xmas, so I can finish this farce of a semester.

It seems I only blog when I want to bitch about school.

Rightfully so, I suppose.

My classes start Tuesday, and my plate is overflowingly full. Just looking over two of the sylabi for my classes gave me a headache. It also gave me the impression that my education professor is a hippie. I mean the real deal type of hippie. She is concerned about the environment and gives off the "lets hold hands and sing" vibe.

I kind of want it to still be summer:

 

Lack of sleep coupled with a longer than usual car journey has exhausted me. I feel as if I'm going to nod off any minute and I still have to unpack all my crap. I definantly have some procrastination issues. Blogging instead of cleaning.

Roomie is also hosting a soiree here this evening, so sleeping will probably not happen anytime soon.