Lately

● We still don't have WiFi, and I feel my grip on reality slowly slipping.

● I'm still not finished unpacking because I still do not have all of my furniture.

● Our neighbor is crazy. She rings our doorbell at eight in the morning just to chat. She walks around the neighborhood in her robe with her chihuahua. She goes back and forth from her house to her car, slamming doors over and over for no apparent reason. She turns her car on, opens all the doors, and blasts gospel and soft rock music in middle of the day and sometimes at two in the morning.

● Naturally, my bedroom is closest to her driveway.

● I was tired of people telling me my hair was brown (even though it most likely had crossed from dark blonde to light brown), so I dyed it very blonde so people could not make that mistake again.

● The next person who makes a blonde joke is getting sucker punched right in the gut.

● No one, including my professor, knows exactly what one does in Senior Seminar. In spite of this, my professor manages to fill the entire three hour block with inane ramblings.

● As far as I have found, English Literature majors are the only ones that have to take a seminar class.

● My Age of Chivalry professor is incredibly handsome. Like Joseph Gordon-Levitt with a beard.

● I'm taking a class on Jane Austen & Ethics, and am thoroughly enjoying it even though the Daisy Buchanan Girl from last semester is taking it as well.

● I suppose I should explain Daisy Buchanan Girl. She speaks very softly. She doesn't mumble, no. She speaks clearly, but just very, very quietly, and I think she does it on purpose. This reminds me of Daisy Buchanan, and it is for this reason that I hate this girl. Is it irrational? Yes. Do I care? No.

● (I refer to this quote: "I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her...")

● Last week, in less than a twenty-four hour period: The toilet overflowed. I broke one of the wine glasses I bought in Seattle. I dropped a bottle of Pam and broke the nozzle, rendering it completely useless. I forgot I was baking cookies, which resulted in a smoky kitchen.

● When lamenting these misfortunes to my friends, Britny said, "Maybe this means something awesome is going to happen soon." Here's hoping.

-Maggie

Quick Update

Well, it is officially July, which means you only have two more weeks of listening to me say, "IT'S ONLY [insert time frame here] UNTIL THE BLOGGER FAMILY COMES." I cannot believe it is already July, honestly. These last few months of planning have flown by. Luckily, after this week, everything will be officially set–hotel rooms booked, t-shirts ordered, plans finalized. Then all I have to worry about is packing (which will be a sight to see, I'm sure, as I'll be gone for two weeks and I always overpack).

My sister was in town last week. One of the nights we went out shopping, to dinner, and saw Monsters University—A+, by the way. It was great to spend time with her. We've become great pals over the past couple of years, and I'm really glad we finally reached that place my mom always talked about (you know, where you actually appreciate your siblings and want to be around them sometimes). It took us a long time to get there (like, a really long time), but we eventually made it.

Lately I have been reading Harry Potter (but that's nothing new), textbooking, and watching ten episodes of Lizzie McGuire in one sitting. It's been nice to have days that I can stay in my room and do those things without having to worry about homework or class.

In other, more depressing news, I was in a wreck a few days ago. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but unfortunately my car took most of the damage. Poor Stinson. We're not sure what will happen with it yet, but in the mean time I've been given the smallest rental car in the world. (I should not complain about this. I should be just thankful that I was not injured and have means of transportation—and I am. But I feel like I'm driving a clown car.)

I hope you all have a great Fourth of July! And to my Blogger Family—see you very soon.

-Maggie

Series of Unfortunate Events, or My Life

Last week I found out that the class I am taking this semester to fulfill my Visual & Perfoming Arts credit does not actually count towards that credit. It is a Humanities, which I don't need. The class is labelled VPA 3301: Critical Issues in Arts and Culture, so I thought I was safe taking it because why, oh why, would you label a class Visual and Performing Arts if it was not, in fact, a Visual and Performing Arts class?

In short, what this means is I will have to take nineteen hours again next semester so I can fit in a one-hour VPA class. It doesn't seem like it will be that big of a deal, and it shouldn't be. Except for the fact that all of the one-hour VPA classes available are things like Jazz Ensemble and Choir–you know, things that actually require some kind of talent and/or an instrument. Neither of which I have.

I'm trying not to focus on this so much though. You gotta stay positive, so I'm focusing on the fact that I've been wearing the same nail polish for four days and it hasn't chipped yet. Way to go, O.P.I.

The more stressed I get (which roughly translates to "the longer I've been in school"), the more I look for things to distract me from this stress. Last semester, I took up stress eating, which was delicious at the time but had unsavory results. This semester I'm trying out stress shopping, and that's been going well. It's the reason I now have a new dress, Ed Sheeran's CD, two tops from American Eagle, and a pair of markdown Jessica Simpson wedges.

Obviously, I can't keep this up either. I have an apartment to save for and various loans to pay off. I will just have to deal with stress by actually getting rid of the stressful things (i.e. getting my homework done early). I guess I should get started now.

-Maggie

P.S. This is how you have a dinner party.