Sooo... Yeah.

It's been awhile. I utterly failed at BEDA/VEDA. My life is a crazy mess. I'm probably dropping out of my school's Honors Program. These are facts. All point to the fact that my internet presence has been way down since the fall semester began. I hate that. I love the internet. I have legitimately missed you. A lot.

I was super enthused about making myself known in social media at the end of this summer, because I didn't foresee the chaos that my Honors Perspectives in Medieval Thought class would visit on my psyche. I'm doing doctoral level work for this class. I'm a sophomore. I can't handle this class without blogging let alone with it.However, I really feel like I let you guys (& myself) down.

I want to make it up to you, though. I am going to begin blogging and vlogging at least once a week starting during Winter Break. I am going to make time for this, because I want to get to know the people of the internet. I want to make friends, do something fun, & writing about something that doesn't involve St. Augustine's City of God!

So it's a date. If I could find a tablet and a chisel, I would set it in stone. I will return to the land of social media... just as soon as I get done with the class that is making my life hell!
I'll see you in December!

So, I'm a Creeper?

I’m always a little bit worried about how I come off to people when I talk about the people I follow on Twitter and subscribe to on YouTube. I don’t actually know these people, I admire their work, but I’ve never met them. I know tons about their lives, but they know nothing about me. If I think about it too long I get worried people will think I’m some sort of stalker, instead of someone who just really loves the creative energy these people give to the world. While I can’t wait for Natalie to put up a new video on CommunityChannel, I’m not about to go to Australia so I can find her at her house and abduct her.

There are always boundaries. No one is going to tell you everything about their life on YouTube, unless they are: 1. Really open. Or 2. Really stupid. Fans know that even if they feel close to someone they don’t know on the internet, they don’t know everything and don’t expect to know everything. I think that’s what sets fans apart from creepers. I’m not trying in earnest to find out everything I can about these people, but I take what they give me and cherish it, because it’s nice to get to know people you admire so well.

I genuinely cried when 5AG announced that they were disbanding. I loved those videos, because those girls are some of the greatest people I will ever know. If I have the opportunity to become friends with them I won’t hesitate to do so, but I’m not going to force myself into their circle of friends in the name of being a devoted fan.

The people I follow and subscribe to interest me, give me inspiration, and make me want to do amazing things because they’re amazing. I want to make people laugh, and I want to have an impact on people the way they have on me. I just hope I don’t come off as scary creeper girl in the process.

How do you feel about following people on social media sites? Does it concern you that the people you follow may not know who you are? Does it creep you out if people you don’t know on social media act as if they know you? Tell me your thought’s in the comments, find me on Twitter (@glowinthedark7, or check out my YouTube Channel (SheGlowsInTheDark).

See you tomorrow!

It's the Little Things

How do I begin to explain the strange inner workings of my brain? I guess when it comes to things being in their proper places I’m a bit type A.

Right now, I there’s this nagging thought in the back of my mind telling me that my bookshelf isn’t set up right because The Count of Monte Cristo is next to a The Once and Future King instead of near my Charles Dickens books where it ought to belong. Since I couldn’t fit all of my classic works on one shelf they got a spread out. I only have peace of mind about my books, because I have enough room to fit my C.S. Lewis collection and all of my books pertaining to the Harry Potter series, on the middle shelf where they can be seen.

The remotes to my TV and DVD player are set in exact places when the TV is not on, because otherwise I would go insane with worry that I lost one of them. If you really want to know how nuts I am the TV remote (the taller remote) is always placed to the left of the DVD remote, because I like to organize certain things by height.

I’m not clinically OCD… I just like to find little random quirks about myself and highlight them for the entire world to see, that way I know I’ll end up a bitter, lonely, spinster someday!

Do you have random things that annoy you or little things you do to keep things in order? Tell me about them in the comments, or on Twitter (@glowinthedark7). Also, check out my video about a similar topic, on my YouTube channel (SheGlowsInTheDark).

See you tomorrow!

My British Love (Not Just About the Accent)

There is very little I like better than a British accent. I love British TV & music. I could be content listening to nothing but Arctic Monkeys for the rest of my life… & maybe some Kate Nash. I pray to God that BBC America will eventually start showing something other than Gordon Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares, because I can’t stand to watch cooking shows, but that’s another post…

I watch a lot of British TV. I can quote the whole of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, from start to finish. I have a good chunk of the Python skits memorized as well. NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH ENQUISION!!! I love Doctor Who with every fiber of my being. It is my favorite TV show & will never be rivaled in my heart. KERA is the source of my late night Sunday entertainment. I am obsessed with Downton Abbey & am counting the days until it returns for its second season*.

I like British books, plays, and foods. Basically, I’m obsessed to the point that I should just change my nationality & get it over with.

Let me explain why I’m this way… since I know, you’re dying to know. My mom has always been a big part of why I want to know more about British culture. She went to boarding school while my grandparents were on mission in Africa. Her house parents & almost all of the other children in her school were British. She received a classic British education (took her A Levels & everything) & came back to America for University. She retained a lot of the culture she grew up around therefore, I listened to The Beatles in the womb, have eaten Shepard’s pie one more than one occasion, & watched more Britcoms than any other type of TV show during my childhood. I watched classics like Are You Being Served, Allo Allo, Fawlty Towers, & Keeping Up Appearances. In consequence, I have a very British sense of humor, & a rather extensive vocabulary of British slang words.

Speaking of British slang... I watch Skins. &  I can follow what they're saying at all times, I speak fluent Bristol chav...

By the way... Warehouse Thirteen is doing a thing with Beatrix Potter. She is my favorite author from my childhood. & she's British. You gave me a great example, perfect timing, SyFy.

Check out my Twitter (@glowinthedark7) or my YouTube Channel (SheGlowsInTheDark)!

See you tomorrow!

*138 days, if you’re interested.

A Uncharacteristic New Love

There has been a gaping hole in my movie watching experience, & I don’t understand how I managed to avoid this treasure for so long. I am talking of one of the strangest & most gruesome movie series I have ever actually wanted to watch. I am speaking of Final Destination.


I am not a horror movie type person. In fact if you asked my family about my experiences with horror movies they would confirm that I cower in a corner hiding my face behind a pillow every time I watch anything remotely terrifying. I can handle suspense; I just really hate things jumping out at me. Thinking about The Ring still gives me chills, & I watched that 5 or 6 years ago.

Given my track record I shouldn’t like Final Destination. It has too much waiting & wondering when the next person is going to die & worrying how awful it’s going to be. Everything about this movie is suspenseful & horrifying, but for some reason I can’t look away. There isn’t anything jumping out at you, so maybe that’s why I can tolerate it, but surely I’m not so much of a suspense junkie that I want to see how people will die in horrible ways. At least they cut-a-way from the goriest deaths…

This movie is kind of like my gladiator games. This is my football. It’s like a mystery TV show that has seconds left on the clock until someone dies, & you have to figure it out before they do. The person will die that’s unavoidable, but at least you know how it’s going to happen before they do. It’s a test of your mental ability while under pressure & I love it! If you really want to save them you get anxious for the character, which is something that shouldn’t be relaxing or fun, but somehow manages to be both.

Is it amoral for me to like this movie as much as I do? …Probably. Do I plan on watching 2.3.4 & 5 sometime in the near future? Yes.

Reality TV: The End of Imagination?

Last year my roommate was obsessed with the Bachelor. I can not stress how much I loathe this show. If it were up to me the creators & producers on that show would have their own personal ring of hell for putting the self respecting public through the crap they did not only on a weekly basis on TV, but tabloids were effected likewise. There was, & is, no escape. Shoot me in the face! I digress...

I'm not a fan of reality TV. People making drama for the sake of making drama, with no foreseeable plot line make me roll my eyes into the back of my head & scream like a crazed banshee... or something. It's one of the lowest forms of entertainment only slightly higher up than the gladiator games we as Americans so fondly call "football". I know there are a lot of shows out there that have solid stories & creative writing teams who make magic on the small screen (I watch them!), but it seems like more & more "reality" shows keep popping up.

What does this say about the way our culture & consequently the world views entertainment? Are we going to become a society that tries even harder not to think about issues than we are now? I am afraid for the imaginations of generations to come. We already don't think reading is enjoyable, because we have to be engaged & create our own scenes, what happens when all of the TV shows that make us think are gone? How will we instill individuality & imagination in our children without showing them a product of society that givens them inspiration?

My mind & my imagination are my most valued possessions. With them I can do anything. When our entertainment becomes something that no longer sharpens our minds, but dulls them, it's time to think outside the box & create something that will bring out imagination in a whole new way. Hopefully, by the time the world needs such a revival I will be gone, but I pray for those who may have to live through such dark times, if we can not turn the problem around before it gets too out of hand.

My Love of Books (Pretty Little Liars in Particular)

I want ice cream... & the second book in the Pretty Little Liars series. Mostly just the book.

I read the entirety of the first book today during work today, in about 3 hours. The book centers around a group of girls who share one thing, they each confided secrets to their friend Allison who brought them together in the first place. When Allison goes missing the girls grow apart until they all begin to get mysterious messages from someone named "A".

This book was very enjoyable. It was not the sort of thing I normally read (at least not since 8th grade), but I love the TV series and I vaguely remember reading the book when I was in middle school. The scandal & revelations the girls have are believable & well written.

 Pretty Little Liars kept me entertained & makes me want to read more, not just of the series, but anything by this author, because of her attention to detail & her amazing ability to craft an enthralling & realistic story.

See you tomorrow!

P.S. I really love all books. If it has a good plot... I like it. Pretty Little Liars is only one example of the awesome that can be amassed in one story.

The Titanic... Sunk.

I'm not a huge fan of the movie Titanic... Wow! That collective gasp was astonishing... moving on.

The romance in the movie wasn't very interesting to me and that is what your emotional bond to the characters and the movie hinges on. You have to think "OMG!!! Somebody do something!!!" when Leo is freezing to death & all I could think about was how unrealistic it was that they both couldn't fit on that door. The desperation that was meant to be portrayed came off kind of whiny to me. It's not that I don't like the concept or the actors, but the whole thing kind of screamed "CHEESEFEST" to me. I love Kate Winslet & Leonardo DiCaprio, separately.

I hope that you can forgive me. This movie is so beloved, it's hard to speak out against it. I came into the movie the first time I saw it with a preconceived notion of it's brilliance. I was disappointed & am still not convinced that it is as good as everyone says it is.

Pottermore: Thoughts, Fears, & Insanity

The apple I'm eating right now has been in my fridge for more than a week, & it's still crisp. But that is not the point... Wait, what's the point again? Oh, yeah... the leading cause of stress among the Harry Potter community!

Early registration for Pottermore has been going on this week. Millions of fans have been trying relentlessly to gain access and find the magic quill, which will open to them the gates of heaven* for those of us who love the boy wizard. They want to be the first to enter J. K. Rowling's site that is a gift to her fans. All new information. Backstories. A real sorting quiz that doesn't just ask you your favorite color & which house you want to be in. I'm getting nervous just thinking about it!

 Here's a break down of my reaction to the first 5 days of registration:
Day 1: I didn't even know about the challenge... I feel shame...
Day 2: I woke up at 4 in the morning** because I sure as Hell was not going to miss the most amazing opportunity of my life thus far, again.***
Day 3: Empathetic anxiety for those who hadn't registered yet.
Day 4: Near neurotic texts sent to my friend Kaycie who wasn't anywhere near a computer so she couldn't register even though I was metaphorically jumping and screaming telling her to get to the quill cause IT WAS GONNA CLOSE!!!!!!
Day 5: Complete & utter panic trying to set up three accounts (one for Kaycie, one for my dad & another for my sister) in a time span of about an hour, while trying to eat, because I was on my lunch break when the clue went up. Luckily, I was at my computer and not trying to use my phone****.

While this has all been very stressful, it could have been a lot worse had I not had a plan. I have three different alerts that are sent from twitter to my phone telling me when the clue is up. I have a link on my desktop that goes to the Pottermore homepage. A Sticky Note specifically placed in the middle of my screen that has the "quill.pottermore.com/" base on it so that all I have to do is type in the clue and click. I have this down to a science.

I do all of this because I love this book series more than anything. It's what motivated me to start my YouTube channel & this blog. It's also the reason I don't shy away from expressing my love of books when I meet new people. This book series is so much more than a book series to so many people. It means that I'm not alone in my love of books... It means that somewhere someone understands why stories, and the people who tell, them matter.
Well... this is a bit more serious than I planned.

Have I mentioned how nervous I am about which house I'm sorted into... In the name of all that is holy Jo put me in Ravenclaw!!! If not I'll take Slytherin, cause I'm so not a Gryffindor. Basically, I can abide anything but Hufflepuff. That's just where she put the leftovers, & I refuse to be one of them!

Check out my Twitter (@glowinthedark7) & my YouTube channel (SheGlowsInTheDark)!
See you tomorrow!


*Yes. It's a religious experience. Hey, why are you running away?! Come Back!
**IN THE MORNING!!!
***Not hyperbole... I cry a lot...*****
****A mental break down would have ensued. I'm sure of it.
*****That is a reference to a movie. Guess which one!

P.S. Tomorrow the madness begins again, because I have a request from my friend, Meagan, to set up an account for her. Oh, my poor nerves...

So Tired...

I working in my University's library & my job was particularly demanding today. I had to clean shelves (move heavy books to cart, clean shelve, clean heavy books individually, move heavy books back to shelve) for eight hours today instead of the normal four I do during my eight hour work day. Suffice to say, my back hurts a bit...
I have also moved into my dorm room for the upcomming fall semester, which would be more exciting if I had all of my stuff here so I could decorate, & maybe set up my TV*. When I get better settled in and such, I might post some pictures, or something.

This post is kind of boring...

I'll see you tomorrow**.

*Don't panic! I have Netflix instant watch on my computer.
**With a more interesting post.

P.S. Check out my YouTube channel (http://www.youtube.com/user/SheGlowsInTheDark) or follow me on Twitter (@glowinthedark7) for some interesting stuff that doesn't include my whining.

Friendly Strangers on the Street (BEDA Day 2)

I am sad to say I have become one of those people who smile at others as they walk by. I used to have an intense fear of talking to the people who take your order at fast-food restaurants*, so this change is kind of a big deal for me.

Before I became all sunshine & rainbows towards the other people walking, I was very careful about making direct eye contact. Now, when I pass someone I pretty much stare at them**. In turn one or more of the following responses may occur:

Awkward smile: This person doesn't know you & only smiles back, because they think it's rude not to.

Friendly smile: This person is one of the ones that smiles, too. You must have beat them to it. They could also just be friendly people who smile every time someone smiles that them***.

Blank look: This person wants nothing to do with you, even if you are being nice to them. They either have phobia issues or are in a terrible rush to get somewhere****.

Confusion*****: This person doesn't know you, but they think they do because you're smiling & that must mean something, right?

Obliviousness:This person is not paying attention to you, because (surprise!) you're a stranger.

Panic/fear : This person doesn't know you... you are a serial killer to them. It is best to walk quickly past these people & try to forget their look of complete & utter terror.

There is a real satisfaction I get at seeing any of these emotions, as I enjoy people watching & judging people's reactions to awkward & strange occurrences. It's like my introverted Christmas (... or something...)!

What do think about people who smile at you while you're walking? Is it fun to be the smiler? Give your answers on Twitter & wondrous things will happen*******. Also, check out my corresponding YouTube video on my channel, http://www.youtube.com/user/SheGlowsInTheDark. I DARE YOU!

See you tomorrow!


*This made ordering at Starbucks difficult, I can tell you...
**This stare can be likened****** to that of Maureen Johnson's.
***Or zombies hungry for your brain.
****No one smiles when they're late to class.
***** This is possibly my favorite. You can see them try to work out where they know you from. It's quite hilarious.
******My nerd is showing! (Also, are you tired of asterisks, yet.)
*******I cannot verify the authenticity of this statement. Here's my username so you can find me, anyway: @glowinthedark7

BEDA Insanity (Day 1)

If you didn't know I was crazy already, I've got news for you. I am. This month I will finally undertake a challenge I've been putting off for about 2 years. I will be blogging everyday in August.

But, Amethyst, that sounds perfectly reasonable.

Yes, yes it does. This is why have decided to make a reasonable challenge into a challenge that very well might put me in the grave, should I decide to take time and produce quality work*. Everyday, I am going to write a blog post AND make a video for my vlog**!

This is madness!***

Indeed.
I hope to force myself into a creative frenzy, although, I'm not sure how...
Anyway, if you are joining my in Quixote-esque quest to creative absolution, Twitter message me: @glowinthedark7.

See you tomorrow!

*This statement may or may not be hyperbole.
**If you haven't seen my YouTube Channel, you should check it out.  You know you want to.
Link: http://www.youtube.com/user/SheGlowsInTheDark
***Note to self: In future, resist the temptation to make a 300 reference... it only makes you look more exceptionally lame that you do to begin with.

And, now, the shameless plugging, and self promoting comes to an end. As does this post.

Zombie Apocalypse Playlist

Instead of studying for my impending finals/ doom, here's the soundtrack to which I rekill* the undead. Enjoy!

1. The overall theme for the apocalypse:
"The Monkees" by The Monkees. Apparently I fight zombies 70s musical style... somehow I'm not surprised.

2. The song that plays when I kill my first zombie:
"See You Soon" by Coldplay. I must have not gone for a double-tap.

3. The song that plays while I'm being chased by a horde:
"You Turn Me On" by Ian Whitcomb ...yikes.

4. When I kill my loved one:
"Do Me a Favour" by Arctic Monkeys. This makes perfect sense... scary.

5. When I find a group of survivors:
"Bigger Stronger" by Coldplay**. I suddenly feel like being the best I can be... away from them. Sounds like me.

6. When I meet my new love interest:
"Happy Together" by Simple Plan. I could not make this up.

7. When I make my final stand:
"Tip of My Tongue" by Tommy Quickly. I guess I'm not much of a witty one liner sort of person.

8. When I think I've survived it all:
"Dull Life" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs! Fought off a bunch of zombies... no big.

9. When I discover a bite mark on me:
"Catch 23" by Gbh. Sure.

10. The song during the end credits:
"No You Girls" by Franz Ferdinand. That's right. I'm still attractive as a zombie.***

OK... off to go memorize stuff! This summer will be nothing but blog posts... I can feel it!
*Rekill... so not a word.
**How do I have that much Coldplay... I don't ever really listen to them. Even though they are, admittedly, awesome.
***JK! No one is attractive as a zombie. Except, maybe, James McAvoy, because God knows he's gorgeous at all times.

P.S. How did ABBA not make this list?! I am disappointed in you Zune shuffle... SO disappointed.

An Explanation

At times I find myself thinking, "I really want to write a book". While this may sound like a great idea to most people, they do not understand The Cycle or (my possibly more accurate and affectionate name) The Pyschle* (the cycle dealing with my physce). Others say "Golly-gee! You really would be a great writer; I can't wait to read your work," but they do not see the inner workings of my befuddled & frazzled mind.
What is the Pyschle, you may ask?

The Pyschle can take many forms, but in all cases has 7 distinct Steps*:

Step 1: A Brief Flash of Reality
In this step I become aware of a reality (usually a deadline of some sort) that begins to haunt my dreams & induces a holy terror the likes of which (I believe) only those who have come face-to-face with a serial killer are ever to experience. This leads us to...

Step 2: Panic (Like the Greek god of the wild, but much more distressing than a goat)
This is when all hell breaks loose. There is much weeping & nashing of teeth, & I really start to look for a way out of the situation (my favorite option is to run away & never look back). This panic leaves me intensely scatter brained & I tend to cling to anything that does not involve the dreaded task looming in the distance**.

Step 3: Latching On
I tend to become obsessed with things rather quickly (not like in a scary stalker sort of way... but still slightly strange). I believe this tendency is my way of exploring new possiblities. I try to become the expert at something, become ingrossed in twitter, buy a rather expensive camcorder & make a YouTube channel in the hopes that I can become a celebrity. This is how this blog came to be... this is how much The Pyschle effects my life.

Step 4: Random Bouts of Creativity
In my desperation to flee from fate, I become intensely motivated to do anything, but the work I should be doing to ease my path through Satan's dominion. My mind goes haywire & starts thinking in every direction conceivable, this means I have a lot of creative ideas all at once***. This is frustrating, as in the back of what is left of my rational mind I know that I should be doing something productive (thus, "I want to write a book" instead of  "I should study for my midterms").

Step 5: My Eventual Travel Away From That One River in Egypt
I slowly realize that I must face facts & get on with what I have to do in order to survive my almost impending doom (this usually happens within a day or two of the cursed event).

Step 6: Taking on the Challenge
I face whatever terrifying thing I've been whimpering in the corner about for (probably) 1-2 weeks with relative calm.

Step 7: Fast Fleeting Peace
I become at peace with the world & end up doing absolutely none of the things I wanted to do while I was stressed. Mostly I vegg-out & watch musicals (which reminds me: I really want to watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers)...

As you can see at this point, I am on Stage 4 in my psychotic journey. I've been flip flopping between Stage 4 & 5 all day... & now I need to go study for my english test. I am not going to go make an outline for a book that I will (likely) never write.

*Or rings of hell... whichever you prefer.
**Which in my mind's eye, typically, takes the form of the grim reaper.
***Sadly, my imagination concerning my own projects lies dormant when I'm not in extreme anxiety.

Won't Somebody Let Me Out?!

Lately, I feel as if I have been captured against my will. This is what focusing solely on my studies has done to me... I'm suffocating. I'm not funny anymore. I have become even more boring than I thought myself previously. I have tons of creative thoughts that I feel guilty for thinking, because I should be studying! THIS IS DRIVING ME MAD!! I have had ideas for vlogs & blogs swimming around in my head, but I can't do anything with them, because the Study Sloth* on my back will not leave me alone!

So, now I'm whining, procrastinating, & I have a giant pit in my stomach that seems to want me dead with worry. I could simply go back to my habit of not caring, freaking out, & watching my grades sink back to Bs instead of all the pretty A+s I've been enjoying** , but I like where my grades are right now. I could give up on school & live like a bum on the street (not a happy alternative). OR I could just live with the fact that this is my life now. I detest these options! If only I could have a real break from school instead of working during all of my holidays. Why couldn't I be born a genius or independently wealthy? Life would be so much easier.

The Sloth is angry... I have to study for the 4 tests I have next week or I'm going to flunk out of college & be forced to realize a career as that slightly scary person who sits in the subway station*** with a sign & a cup for change donation. At least my sign would be grammatically correct****...

I hope your week isn't going to be as beastly as mine.

*It's a sloth because sloths are ugly & slow much like a student (me) trying to study effectively.
**This is a sarcastic statement. Enjoy being tortured by the idea that I still have more work to do after I get that one awesome grade. Hardly.
***This plan would require me to move to a place with subways, as I live in the middle of Texas (where everyone (& I mean everyone!) drives). We have no equivalent to this "profession" that I know of.
****She said directly after an atrocious run-on sentence.

Possibly One of the Best Musicals of ALL TIME!!!!

Yes, that's right. I'm watching 1776. The shear awesomeness of the jeers and rude comments alone make this movie absolutely glorious, but then there's the music... It's hilarious!
Oh... & Fernier.



&then there's the last scene where they recreate that painting:




I love it!
Instead of working on the mountain of classwork I have to I've been watching this movie & I thought I'd share.

Will post things pertaining to actual life later... maybe... :)

SNOW!!!!!! (in Texas)

For the last couple of weeks the weather has been uncharacteristically un-Texas-like. My college campus was frozen solid for a week.

Here are some pictures:









Unfortunately this next picture is what my face looked like after coming back inside...



Yep. My skin is so delicate, I got a rash from staying outside for an hour. On the plus side, I didn't have classes for a week.

In other news: Mansfield has finally acquired a half-price books store. My father is willingly going to take me to it. I'm excited! :)
I'll post about what books I bought, soon... I guess. *awkward ostrich*

Oh, Good God!!

I need to read my posts more closely before I publish them... I almost want to go back and fix my mistakes.

I must not let my OCD overrule my will to write my paper.

My Absence is Inexcusable

I've been away for a terribly long time... I am sorry, blog (and blog readers).

Lately, all I have been is stressed, and this does not a good blog make, as everything I say/ write when I'm stressed is about how stressed I currently am. In light of the knowledge of my complaining nature I've avoided dragging out my pain (and yours, dear reader).

All this to say, I have not fallen of the face of the earth. I have not forgotten that I own a blog. I have not abandoned a project I have barely begun. I simply have no time to pursue another writing endeavor at this time. I will try to make time in the future to write at least once a week (I'm not sure about what, but hopefully it will be somewhat interesting).

And now, back to paper writing... *face-palm*

I want to drop out of school & live like a Hippie... Happy New Year, by the way...

I preface this by saying I am sorry of being such a lazy bum and not blogging (even though I really, really didn't have time).

Since the end of Finals Week... a week ago... I have done nothing. While this may seem incredibly relaxing, on the contrary, I have been stressed out of my mind (kind of...)! I do this to myself unnecessarily, against my better judgement, even when I really have nothing to worry or stress about. The next two weeks are going to be so much fun! I'm working 40 hours during each and staying alone, by myself, in my dorm. Doesn't that sound like the picture of enjoyment?

Anyway... The last month (I think it's been a month...), has been uneventful with the exception of finals week which I will not bore the hoards of people who read this blog with (I did really well, thanks for asking). When I have something exciting to post, I'll be back... or more likely I'll be back, without a good topic, anyway.

Have a lovely start to your new year... Bye!

Oh... I now have twitter. & I'm addicted...