So on Monday I realized that I have 3 more history papers due next Monday so for the past 2 nights I've been spending hours and hours in the library reading and writing for my history class. This has made me realize that no matter how hard I study for that class...

I will still get a C.

My history teacher told us that in order to even pass a test we need to be studying 8 to 10 hours. EIGHT to TEN hours. I studied for atleast 8 for the last test and only received a C-.

All I want is a B.

Please?

You know it's bad when:

• The lady in the chicken line no longer has to ask what side you want.
• You've created a friendship with the guy that makes the sandwiches and now he complains to you about the portion sizes and how they have to weigh the meat.
• You asked for taco salads so often that when you walked up to the line one night the man immediately said "We don't have any chicken left. All we have is this greasy shit."
• You and your roommate have created a TV schedule in the morning of The Ellen Degeneres Show and then immediately switch to Lifetime movies.
• You have an ongoing contest with your friends to see which picture on your wall will fall off last.
• You actually get excited about 50 cent Tuesdays at the Showplace theater.
• Your trash has started to overflow so much that you've started to use empty cereal boxes as trashcans.
• A Friday night consists of you and your friends making videos of lipsynching to old songs.
• A Sunday night consists of searching for a parking spot for hours, and then spending hours editing the videos from Friday night and seeing how many views you can get on YouTube.

Amazingly bad.

Holy crap. That is my only response right now to the movie "The Departed".

I went and saw it last night with my friend Angie and some of our friends from UT, which I knew was a bad idea because:
a. I, of course, had an 8am class today
and b. My friends don't do all that well with movies that are violent.

I really have no explanation as to what the movie was like. Basically a bunch of confusing dialogue mixed with an insane storyline with a bunch of people shooting other people in the head and about a million more blood splatters on the walls than Miami Vice even had. The word I would use to describe it would be suspenseful, because the whole time Angie and I were muttering "dammit" back and forth when something would happen. I really like movies like that where you're trying to figure out the ending, but in the end you had absolutely no idea that that would ever happen.

I definitely reccommend seeing it atleast once.

Dreams.

Psychoanalysis. My friend Angie was telling me about the english paper she has to write about Freud's method of psychoanalysis. I find it incredibly interesting, but I'm not sure I could psychoanalyze myself. She has to answer a question about her dreams.

Dreams. I've been having some strange ones lately. Last night I dreamed in kind of a video game mode that I went to England and had to find my way around some city but all I could think about was how entertained I was at their accents and how worried I was that they would find me to be an American. What a dream. I'm never any good at interpreting dreams.

One time I dreamed that an alligator was biting me and I woke up with my own hand gripping my other arm as if it was "biting" it. Another time I dreamed that I went to my grandparents house, which was built into the side of a hill, but when I walked through their house I just came to the side of a cliff. When I reached the side of a cliff there was pieces of furniture jammed into the ground all down the hillside, and I turned around to see a girl I went to school with. All she said was something about sour cream and onion chips. I wish I remembered her exact words. I believe it was "Where's my chips?" and I said "But...they're sour cream and onion." It was a lot funnier at the time.

In my senior year of high school, I had 2 absolutely strange dreams. One consisted of me being at a restaurant with some girl from my school that I'd never even spoken to. She walked up to me and handed me a DVD of the musical Oklahoma! and said that she'd finally remembered to bring it to me. I then went "home" and sat on a swing on my porch (my house never had a porch or a swing, hence why i put "home") and opened the DVD case only to find cocaine in it. Not a nice little vial or bag of cocaine either, just white powder all throughout a DVD case of Oklahoma!

My last weird dream was during football season of my senior year, when I'd recently become obsessed with the sport (I've since become more obsessed with soccer, which, technically, still is football). I dreamed that the football coach had decided that girls could try out for the team, so me and this girl Allison decided to try out. I was apparently so amazing that they made me the quarterback and I led our team (which is horrible in real life) to an amazing undefeated season where we won State. Amazing, huh?

I then told my best friend this dream, who then repeated it to my whole Accounting II class who never let me live it down for the rest of the year.

Dreams are weird.

My contact has been hating me all day. I don't know why I haven't taken it out yet. It's been hurting ever since I put it in my eye this morning before I got in the shower. I was constantly messing with it during Geography and even more during Speech. I'm probably infecting my eye now just because I don't want to take it out. I'm thinking it's defective.

Going back to Georgetown tomorrow. My mom called me and said that she really wanted me to come back this weekend since she only got to see me for a few hours last weekend. So I'm once again making the hour drive back, probably an hour and a half with traffic. I'm excited to see some of my friends that are still in high school.

Yay home.

I went to watch a flag football game last night that Delta Chi was playing. I went with 2 of my friends, so that's the only reason it was actually fun. As we were walking back to my friends car, I was making a joke (that was surprisingly funny) and I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. I, of course, ended up stepping in a large muddy puddle. My whole right foot was covered in mud. I won't lie, I laughed at it. I walked into HEB with my foot completely muddy and disgusting and I didn't get to wash it off until I got back to my dorm where I proceeded to stick just my foot into the shower.

Heh.

As I wait nervously for my roommate to get back, I slowly get addicted to the show Little People, Big World. The clock turns to 10:41pm and I'm wondering why her meeting is taking so long, because I need to use her printer to print off my English paper. She comes in complaining how her internet wasn't working earlier and that she hopes it is now so that I can print my paper.

I'm about to print it.

I'm not completely satisfied (at all) with my paper, but it's good enough for now.

Eh.

Super Nintendo.

So I brought my amazing Super Nintendo from home and after many attempts at making it work it finally did. My dad thought it would be a good idea to store it in our storage shed for probably 5 years and one day before I moved out, I found it. It's quite discolored. Instead of being a light grey it's now kind of a yellowish brown and in order to make the games work you have to blow on them atleast 17 times.

But it works, and that's all that matters.

I took that picture the summer before my senior year when I finally beat Super Mario World. It only took me from 1992 to 2005. My friends thought I was nuts. I found it to be quite an accomplishment.

Anyways, my roommate has found a new found obsession in this little machine. When I was needing to study for history, she asked if I wanted to play Super Nintendo. Of course, I couldn't say no. Luckily, I'd been studying for that test all day anyways, so I'm pretty sure I did fine on it.

Key point is that my Super Nintendo has the potential of getting in the way of my studies.

One of the songs was actually playing in my head during a Speech test.

Obsession?

I hope so.

Strangely enough I'm already thinking about summer. I know that the last one has just ended and that the next one is far, far away, but I'm still thinking about it. All I can think about is how I'm gonna have to work my ass off this summer.

As you all (now) know, I've never had an actual job. I've babysat a few times, but my parents don't know many adults with kids and all of my cousins live far away, so that left no more babysitting jobs. All of my friends started getting jobs at the beginning of senior year, and my mom said that I "could if i wanted" but she didn't want it to get in the way of my schoolwork. Schoolwork? Senior year? Yeah, right.

But, of course, when my mom didn't force me to get a job, I decided not to. Then my mom began to threaten that I needed to get a job last summer. My dad even got my brother to pick up an application at HEB (where my brother has worked for like 3 years). Then my parents began to plan vacations and I signed up for my last summer of church events and all of a sudden a month of my summer was blocked out: 4 days in San Antonio for a festival my parents attend, 10 days on an Alaskan cruise (which required us to fly to Canada and stay there for 2 days), 2 days for orientation, 6 days in South Padre with my youth group, and 7 days in Ohio to visit my aunt and uncle.

Therefore no time for a job. Thank God for graduation money because that's what I'm living off of for the next year. Then it's a full summer of working to save up money for, hopefully, a summer of studying abroad in England the summer before either my junior or senior year.

It's seems as if everything I do, my brother has already done.

Hmm.

Went into Austin yesterday to see The Last Kiss, meet my parents for dinner, and to shop. I highly recommend The Last Kiss, but only if you 1. like thought provoking movies that make you analyze your life, and 2. you like Zach Braff. Many people were expecting another Garden State from this movie, but it's not what you get, although the music choice is amazing. It kind of reminded me of Closer (which I LOVED), but it's not nearly as depressing.

Dinner with my parents and brother was fun. It seem as if we fight less now that I've moved out. My mom seems to like me a lot more now. Shopping with tiring. I really don't like shopping, which apparently is strange for a girl. I hate spending money. I'm tall, therefore jeans are hard to find. It's really just no fun for me. I spent probably 80 dollars on 2 shirts and a pair of jeans. That's sickening.

I want to visit England. One day?

Maybe?