Yo. Considering that I'm doing the whole swimsuit debut thing tomorrow, I probably shouldn't have eaten ALL day today, but whatever. I had coffee for breakfast and an orange during class, but then I came home and made french toast because it just sounded really good (which it was) and it was all downhill from there. Just while I was cooking, I ate a beef stick, a bunch of nuts, a Ricy Crispy Treat, and I'm sure some other stuff I forgot about. haha. Where does it all go . . . Anyway, today was a highly satisfying day. I got up a half hour late and still left on time (yesterday I got up on time but was ready like 45 minutes before I had to leave), and I think there's some sort of drug operation moving because I passed no less than 10 FedEx trucks this morning, and yesterday was the same way. That would be pretty sneaky, at any rate, to move drugs around with FedEx trucks but not in big clumps because that's a little suspicious. My morning class, Macro Economics, was enlightening as usual. That's one of those rare classes where each day I walk out feeling like I understand the world better. Next I went to the Class of Doom, Physical Anthropology. I've been ranting about that professor to like everyone so I'm going to try to avoid it here, but let me just say that she is definitely the worst teacher I have ever experienced and I hope she is the worst I ever will experience. Anyway, we took the midterm and she told us we couldn't leave when we finished because she planned to lecture afterward. I sat at my table for like fifteen minutes and quietly covered my cellular faceplates with camouflage duct tape and then she announced that test takers had about 45 minutes left. Yeah right, like I was going to sit there for 45 more minutes to wait for her lecture that won't be on the exam because exams are all from the text. Whatever, lady. So I packed my stuff and split, intending to get a jump start on the counseling office wait since for some stupid stupid stupid reason they aren't doing appointments right now. I get over to the admin building at 1:15 and when I go to sign in for counseling the clerk says "ok the last person who got called signed in at 11 AM, so expect a wait of at least an hour." Yeah, whatever lady. I signed in and split. So I went to the library and checked my email and looked up some chord sheets for worship songs that I wanted to bring to practice tonight, and emailed those to myself for easy printing when I got home. I then noticed that it was about 5 minutes till the time that my Anthro teacher sends around the roll sheet so I opted to return to class and sit through the last twenty minutes. I feel bad talking during a lecture because it's very rude but I can't help it in that class, so I chatted with the kid who sits next to me. It was kind of cute, he was asking me what I was doing for the Fourth and was like "You should come down here for fireworks," since he told me yesterday that he watches the ones at the fairgrounds from the roof of his house. I asked a clarifying question like, "The fairgrounds?" and at this sign of possible reservation he immediately looked away and was like, "Yeah, they're ok. Just if you're extremely bored or something." Aww. Wasn't trying to shoot you down, homie. Went back to the counseling place and didn't have to wait to long since my name had been on the list for almost an hour already; in the meantime I did some Econ reading. The counseling session was all good news. Came home and indulged in the aforementioned food-fest ("BORN TO GORGE!!" -Tenth Kingdom), then slept until practice. Kind of scary (ok REALLY scary), I'm leading worship on Sunday as far as guitar, with only one other vocalist. And for one of the songs they decided I'm singing everything but the chorus on my own. Ok can I just say that I only started singing seriously a couple of weeks ago? It'll be fine, I just don't feel as prepared as I would be in like, I don't know, say ten years or something.
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